CHAPTER SIXTEEN
True to her word, Faith met Lizzie at Frank’s house promptly at nine a.m. Saturday as they had agreed. “Morning,” she said brightly as she followed Lizzie up the front steps and into the living room. “Where would you like me to start?”
“And me,” Joe called out from the sidewalk, startling them both. “Sorry if I scared you. Thought you could use more help, kiddo.” Then he held up a box. “And donuts, of course,” as they all walked into the house.
“Thanks, Joe. I’d like you to meet my friend, Faith Thomas. Faith, this is Joe Wallace, Dad’s best friend and former partner when Dad was a detective.”
“Hi,” Faith smiled.
“Nice to meet you,” Joe smiled and shook her hand. Then, “So. What she said. Where do you need us?” to Lizzie.
She sighed. “Well, I got the cleaning part don
