Shaking my head, I jogged up the front steps and scooped up an Amazon package on my way inside. “Angel, you’ve gotta stop ordering so much shit, you don’t make murder money any—” The words died in my mouth as I entered the foyer. There were lilies… everywhere. They were in hundreds of vases on the floor and spilling over every possible surface. There were bouquets in armchairs, on the desk, and end tables. They were wrapped in a garland that lined the banister of the grand staircase… They were just… everywhere.
