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I was in the middle of showering when my phone rang. “Thank Guinness!” I rinsed the shampoo out of my eyes before tossing the shower curtain back and picking up the phone.
“Vanessa?” I asked without checking the caller ID.
“Um, no. It’s Shea. Something’s happened.”
“What? Where?”
“At Vanessa’s friend’s house. The police are here. Vanessa and Emma are both dead.”
“Text me the address. I’ll be right there.”
I grabbed my gear and raced over to Emma’s in half the time it should have taken.
A dozen police vehicles with lights flashing had blocked off the road, forcing me to park one street over. Crime scene tape stretched across the front yard. I found the Athena Sisterhood huddled just outside the tape.
“What the hell happened?” I asked.
Shea’s face was dark. “Got a call a couple
