CHAPTER TWELVE
Connie walked up the stone steps of the one-story stucco home and banged the brass doorknocker.
The little girl from the park poked her head out the door. “Uh-oh.” She tried to close the door, but Connie held it.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my little friend?”
“Randee?” a man yelled from inside. “Who’s at the door?”
The girl huffed, her cheeks spreading. “No one, Dad. Just a woman uh...selling some candy.” She jumped on the porch. “You’ll get me in trouble with my dad.”
“Your dad’s the last person you need to worry about. Did you know I was a cop?”
The girl breathed through her nose, grimacing.
“I’m guessing not. Tell me why you were in the park and what’s going on.”
Randee licked her lips, her tongue red as Kool-Aid. “What are you talking about?”
“Who did you gi
