Chapter Eighteen
“We barely dodged a bullet with those two,” Leah commented, a long moment passing as the detectives descended the steps. It felt like a staircase scene from a Hitchcock movie—long and agonizing.
“Yeah, but we learned the witness was bogus.”
“True—” She was interrupted by the doorbell.
We looked at each other in horror. Surely the detective hadn’t changed their minds about hauling us off in handcuffs? As we stood there silently debating about what to do, it rang again. And again. Pandora surprised us when she rushed toward it, barking and dancing on her hind legs. Considering the detectives would not have elicited that reaction, I motioned for Leah to open the door. Pandora’s dad, Randy, stood there, a confused look on his face as he glanced over his shoulder.
“Was tha
