“Dani invited me. The front door was open. I should have known better than to accept an invitation to Grimwood. I mean, who serves mushy peas with ice cream? This is a culinary hellscape.” Alice’s eyes flick to me. “I’ve been here for five minutes trying to get your attention, but you’ve been too busy talking to your imaginary friends about Albert Fernsby’s murder, like you’re some kind of psychic detective.”
Bully Alice is Dani's date?!
