CHAPTER TEN
Alexa took in a sharp breath and grabbed a butcher knife lying on the counter nearby.
Stacy, the Carpenters’ thirteen-year-old daughter, huffed her way across the kitchen without so much as a hello and disappeared down the hall. The kid was so angry she didn’t even notice Alexa wielding a giant knife.
Alexa let out a sigh of relief. Until now she hadn’t realized how much this case had gotten to her. Being taken off it made her feel helpless. Vulnerable.
The real vulnerable one just walked through the door, Alexa reminded herself.
This happened every night Stacy’s parents got hammered, which was most nights. The guest bedroom had half of Stacy’s clothing (most of which Alexa had bought her) and her posters on the walls. The kid took care of Smith and Wesson when Alexa was g
