“That would be rather pricey, three phones, for you and your brothers.”
She looked at Melissa sideways. “Seriously, how do you know so much about me?”
“Maybe I’m not really going to be a detective. Maybe I’m a stalker.”
KELLY
Kelly always figured she’d hate living with neat freaks. She had never had a lot of clothes and stuff, but she liked to keep what she had in its proper place on the floor, even though she’d had dressers and bins and closets to put it all in. It seemed odd, but that was her system.
The first time she’d seen where Chris and Angie McCormick lived, she figured they had to be neat freaks, and that could mean trouble. Their house was an ordinary two-story with a double-car garage, but they kept it in flawless, apple-pie order. They trimmed the lawn and shrubs like a go
