The house on Spicer appeared to be a more likely candidate for her aunt’s home. First, it was a single family dwelling, not an apartment or condo or duplex. Second, there were two porches, one above the other, and to the right of the front door, two women sat in Adirondack chairs, sipping margaritas. One wore a bikini top and wraparound skirt; the other had in a terry cloth dress over a one-piece swimsuit. Both were barefoot, as tanned as leather, and bleached blonde.
Tara recognized the younger woman from i********: as her cousin Amanda.
She found a place to park in front of the house and waved. A second later, both women waved back, a little too enthusiastically. By the time Tara got out of the car, Amanda was already hurrying down to meet her at the curb. “You made it!” she called, as
