Chapter 9
When she gets back to Keri’s, Dayla jumps the curb in front of the house and pulls the keys out of the ignition. She doesn’t bother straightening out the car or even driving off the curb. Too late—she’s already halfway up the sidewalk at a quick clip, not yet running but almost. The front door is locked, though; Keri must be in the cat room.
Now the kitten room, Dayla thinks. And I’m missing it!
But she has a key to the side door, so she hurries around the house, fumbling with her keychain to find the right one. When she reaches the door, she barely stops long enough to insert the key and her shoulder rams into the wood before the knob turns. Then she’s stumbling inside, tossing her purse onto the counter, leaving the key in the door as she closes it behind her.
“Keri?” Dayla
