The Perfect Death (Brannon House #1)

by Stacy Claflin

Perspiration beads on my forehead. I wipe the dampness away and twist the AC knob, but it does no good. The cracked window will have to be enough to ensure I don’t arrive overheated.

Everyone puts their best life on social media, but nobody sees the bad days, the reality of life.”

So true

I reach for the zipper on my dress and gasp as I stare in the mirror in total disbelief. Dayton’s necklace. Awesome. Now I’m going to get charged with theft and lose my job on top of everything else.

The annoying attorney calls again. I’m tempted to block her number, but I can’t do that.

My mind wanders, pulling up old childhood memories. I used to love exploring and sneaking into rooms when nobody was looking … until I found things I shouldn’t have.

Heard things.

That alone probably made it easier for my mind to make things up.

With the hair on the back of my neck standing on end and goose bumps constantly forming, it feels like someone’s watching me.

“People say there have been a lot of murders in there over the years. Sorry.”

“Your mom was missing a yellow shoe when they found her.” “What?” I try to make sense of that. “Where would it have gone?” Kenzi tugs on her ponytail. “That’s what he wants to know.” “Just one?” I ask. “According to him.”

If that isn't suspicious i don't know what is

I pull on it, but doesn’t budge. Dig my nails into the edges until it finally comes loose.

A knife. And it’s caked in the same color of brown on the bed covering. It’s a bloody knife. The brown on the bed is blood. Someone did die in this house.

Kenzi I drop the last of Claire’s boxes in the entry and take a deep breath. It’s amazing how heavy they are. And even as tired as I am, I can’t wait to dig in. Maybe there are more clues about her secret admirer in these belongings.