Seaside and Homicide by Jenna St James

Author:Jenna St James [James, Jenna St]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

The inside of the Graham house was spotless and smelled faintly of disinfectant. Almost like a germ-free lab. The walls were white and bare, and the white tiled floor seemed cold and sterile.

“Oh, this is nice and cozy,” Peyton joked.

I snickered. “You check the kitchen, and I’ll run upstairs and see if I find anything in Tara’s bedroom and bathroom.”

I took off up the stairs, two at a time. I had no idea obviously which room would be hers, but I didn’t think it would be too hard to find.

I peaked in the first door and came across Seth’s bedroom. The rest of the house may be spotless, but in here he was a normal teenager. He had dirty clothes and dishes spread around his room, and a laptop and gaming system sat on his unmade bed.

The next door in the hallway was a bathroom. It, too, was pristine white. Figuring the last door to be Tara’s bedroom, I jogged to the end of the hall.

Tara Graham’s bedroom was just like the rest of her house—sterile with a touch of lonely. Her bed was made, no clothes were thrown on the floor, and all her bottles were neatly lined up on her dresser. If this was what adulthood was supposed to be like, don’t sign me up. I’d rather go kicking and screaming than to conform to this idea of perfection.

It was obvious there was no bloody coat or clothes hanging around, but just to make sure, I tiptoed to her bathroom off of the bedroom. No surprise, gleaming floors and walls, cosmetics nice and neat—which I begrudgingly admired—and even her toilet seat was down.

Nothing.

Nothing that led me to believe that she stuck a twelve-inch garden stake in Prudence Livingston’s chest.

I jogged back down the hallway, down the stairs, and had just made a beeline for the kitchen when I heard voices on the front porch.

“You broke my nose!” Seth cried.

“Serves you right for trying to get handsy,” Raven said.

The front door cracked open.

Oh, crap!

I took off toward the kitchen and had just rounded the corner when I ran smack into Peyton.

“Look how cute,” she said. “They have one of those doggie walls so their dog can go outside even though there’s no door back here.”

My hands were waving frantically in the air, but I couldn’t help it. “Go! Go! We have to leave. They’re coming inside!”

“Where? There’s no back door!”

I could hear footsteps on the tile floor heading our way.

Peyton snatched my hand and yanked me down to the ground. “Follow me.”

She crawled on her hands and knees toward the doggie door in the wall of the house. Why the heck these people couldn’t have a door in their kitchen like the rest of the world I had no idea.

I watched in complete horror as Peyton shot her skinny little body out the tiny door. Okay, it wasn’t exactly tiny. In fact, if I had to guess, I’d say the family dog was a pretty good sized dog. But still, I was pretty sure I couldn’t wiggle my way through a doggie door.

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