four years.”
The officer looked up.
“And you’ve never had any disputes with her?”
Toby and I exchanged a glance.
“Nothing serious,” I said. “We’ve always gotten along.”
That was the truth, as far as I knew.
Kelsie had borrowed our garden hose. I’d accepted packages for her when she was away. We’d exchanged Christmas cookies and waved to each other while mowing our lawns.
She had even attended the small barbecue we hosted the previous summer.
I couldn’t remember a single argument that would explain why she was standing
