Chapter 3“So, what happened next?” Pam, my sister, asked me the next morning over coffee at her bakery. It was early still, just before seven, and though a couple of people had come in when she’d opened at six-thirty, it was mostly empty and quiet, so we sat at a table near the bakery counter, enjoying our morning cups of joe.
“The pizza was delicious.”
She rested her chin on her palm, her arm was propped up on the table, and she gave me one of her trademark snarls. She was my older sister, but not the oldest. That was Damian. Still, Pam loved the idea of bossing me and Ruben around.
“Funny. I’m serious, Cade. Don’t you think there’s something going on there with Mister Detective?”
“Like what?”
“He’s changing his ways, right? Suddenly he’s asking you to stay longer. He’s surprised you
