Chapter 12
I arrived at Emily and Dante's house at nine the following morning to find Georgina gone and Erika in charge of the kitchen, making a fresh pot of coffee.
I was relieved to see that Emily was up, dressed in a clean T-shirt and blue jeans. She’d even taken the time to wash her hair. While it dried, she wore it in a loose ponytail that hung down her back, leaking water in a damp semicircle around the collar of her shirt. She sat at a square table in the breakfast alcove and, with surprising energy, was tapping something into the family computer
Erika stood near the sink, grinding coffee beans.
“’Morning.” I called out, depositing a box of doughnuts from Carlson’s Bakery on the counter. “Any news?”
Special Agent Crisp appeared in the doorway from the dining room, yawning and s
