CHAPTER FIFTEEN
When Courtney Vedas answered the door at the Damiani residence, she was carrying a baby in one arm and hoisting a laundry basket on her hip with the other. She looked out at Chloe and Moulton with a confused look. It was clear that she had not been expecting company, but the appearance of two complete strangers had thrown her off. She was very pretty and toned, her flat stomach showing slightly thanks to the high-cut T-shirt she was wearing.
“Can I help you?” Courtney asked.
“We’re Agents Fine and Moulton,” Chloe said. “We just spoke with the Carvers, trying to get some answers regarding the death of Kim Wielding. She suggested we speak with you, as you apparently had a few playdates between these kids,” she said, nodding toward the baby with a smile, “and her own.”
“Oh
