“Excuse me,” I say to the woman. “I work for the Winchesters and Nina asked me to pick up Cecelia today.” The woman arches an eyebrow and places a recently manicured hand on her hip. “I don’t think so. I pick up Cecelia every single Wednesday and take the girls to karate. Nina didn’t mention a change in plans. Maybe you got it wrong.” “I didn’t,” I say, but my voice wavers.
