“So we meet again, Maddie.” I nod in her direction. “And you’re scrubbing your hands again. Please tell me you didn’t commit a murder.” She hops from foot to foot before turning off the faucet and grabbing a hand towel. “Well. Not technically.” “That’s an ominous response if I ever heard one, Maddie. Is that short for Madison? I want to get it right for the police report.”
