Chapter Seventeen
“Someone’s here. There’s a blue Toyota Corolla parked in front of the house. It’s not supposed to be there. Whose car is it? Was that the person who scared me last night?” Jasmine said, standing at the screen door. She turned and walked past Katy, then disappeared into the kitchen, toward the back door. A second later, Katy heard the door open and slam shut.
Okay, so that was weird, she thought. Katy had learned that Jasmine was about as similar to Trevor as a Rolls-Royce was to a pickup, but she’d learned to keep her sense of humor, as they would always have to be managing the two.
At least Trevor was happy.
So that Toyota was the car Becky had arrived in the night before. Katy was still trying to wrap her head around what her sister had said.
“Becky up yet?” Steven
