“Maria, what are you doing here?” “What do you think?” She tossed her keys on the driver’s seat and closed the door. “I want to see the inside of this house. You know how many times I tried to break in?” “No, because that’s what most people call a felony.” I grimaced, handed her my flashlight, and snagged another one from Stella. “If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it, but I’m glad you’re here.”
