CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Angie was beside herself. She had been called to a house to discuss baking cupcakes and other treats for a large party of over fifty guests, and yet no one was there when she arrived. This was the second time that had happened to her. Was someone playing tricks or were people really so careless as to make appointments and then not keep them?
She really didn't have time for this. Muttering to herself about the thoughtlessness of some people, she opened the car door. A vaguely familiar, yet disquieting smell hit her. She looked inside. What looked like blood had been dumped on the passenger seat.
OhGodOhGodOhGod! Disgusted and horrified by the sight, Angie didn't want to touch it, but the blood was ruining her car's leather upholstery. The thought that the blood might be t
