A House in Disarray7 Bootyful Evidence
As the phone by her bed shrieked, Em wanted to bury her head and return to sleep, but couldn’t. Not in her position. Susanna cracked one eye open and peeked at her from the shelter of a pillow. “Are you—?” Em rolled over, grabbing the receiver. “I’ve got it. It takes me a minute. I’m used to waking at a specific time.” She leaned away from her girlfriend, trying to keep her voice pitched low. “‘Alo? Detective Rules here.” “Em, this is Mike Eddleson. I’m calling from my home. You need to...