Sally's response was that she had no idea I'd be out with my brats (She called my kids brats) and that she'd take care of it. Now, I realize with a sinking feeling, Sally must have found the earring, and planted it at the crime scene.
My hands shakily flew at the laptop keys to forward these emails to the Sheriff's Department. Just then I heard the knob turn. I lifted my eyes at the door.
Sally knocked. "Chloe? You in there?"
"Yeah." I called back, keeping my tone normal.
"Well, could you let me in? That book's not gonna write itself."
I copied every last bit of their conversation and clicked send. Shut the laptop and slipped it beneath my desk. I marched to the door and unlocked it. Sally stood on the other side with a lifted brow.
"Why'd you lock yourself in?" Sally asked. Her eyes were a little puffy, I noted the concealer beneath her eyes.
I shrugged. "Force of habit."
