CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The one good thing about having an antisocial and moody sister was that it was usually a given that she would be home so long as she was not at the restaurant working. Chloe relied on this assumption as she approached Danielle’s front door at six o’clock that afternoon. She knocked and waited in silence for several seconds. Just as she was about to knock again, she heard the slightest movement on the other side of the door.
“Who’s there?” Danielle asked from the other side.
“It’s Chloe.”
She listened to the sound of the lock being unbolted from the inside and then the door opened quickly. Danielle ushered her inside and Chloe took note of how quickly she closed the door behind them. She almost commented on it but did not want to draw attention to the behavior; better t
