What do these girls want? One of them snatched my manila folder and opened it. Her right eyebrow raised towards the sky. "Hmm, why would an honor student from Louisiana study at a local community college instead of going to an Ivy League school? And exactly why did I see Owen Greyson come out of your house this morning?" Ah, Owen. I should have known. But how did she know it was my house when Owen left me in hallway next to the kitchen door? I never went after him to lock the door because I had it on automatic lock when someone goes out. It locks on the outside but can be unlocked inside when someone manually opens the door. Something smells fishy here. Let's try playing dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know that person nor am I associated with him. Besides, how sure
