“Who is it?” I call out, just to be a dick. “Open the door, Langley. The ice cream is melting!” That has me on the move, twisting the bolt on the lock to let Shelby in. She sweeps past me, her hands full of bags, big sunglasses framing her face. She’s tall and skinny, built like a volleyball player. In fact, I think she may have played in college. Her long, dark ponytail swishes as she walks.
