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Letters and Locks
Access to Becky’s place was only possible through the main house. So after Alex parked, we hoofed it to the front door. I expected him to pound on it until someone answered. Nope. He rang the doorbell…once.
As I fidgeted and imagined what we’d do if we caught up to the notorious Becky, Alex kept his cool. Typical. I supposed that she would be long gone, but even doing a search of a viable suspect’s house seemed pretty exciting to me.
As I bounced on my toes, the door opened. Perfect porcelain skin, gorgeous waves of thick, dark brown hair, and wide hazel eyes. A vision of splendid womanhood opened the front door. Of course. This had to be Rachael.
I stepped to the side so I could get a peek at Alex.
“Rachael.”
“Alex.”
Rachael smiled at me and said, “You must be
