CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Avery knocked on the door, Phyllis Lawnbrook answered it with a plate of lasagna in her hand. It was a peculiar thing to see at first glance, but then Avery took in the rest of the situation. Phyllis was a large woman, easily a hundred pounds overweight. She looked tired but in mostly good spirits.
After a quick round of introductions, Phyllis invited them inside. As she led them into the living room, Avery picked up enough details to understand why Phyllis had come to the door with a plate of food. There were empty bags of chips scattered around the house, several dirty dishes on the kitchen sink with crumbs and scraps of food. The place also smelled like fresh brownies. Apparently, Phyllis Lawnbrook was a stress eater.
“The others that came were just police officer
