Chapter 3
Halfway up the stairs, I holler out, “Riley! I need you to get dressed, please! We have to leave.”
“Daddy!” she cries, then I hear heavy feet stomp as she storms out of her bedroom and into the hallway. Peering through the railing, she frowns down at me, her long brown hair an unbrushed, disheveled mess. “I still have until the big hand reaches the five before I have to get ready! You said!”
“Yes, but something’s come up, sweetie.” I reach the top of the stairs and plant my hand on the top of her head. Turning her around, I explain, “I have to go on a removal—”
“Eww!” Her nose scrunches up in distaste. “Who died this time?”
With a laugh, I tousle her hair. “Like it’s anyone you know. Go get dressed. Hup hup! I’ve got to get to work.”
Her eyes go wide. “Can I come see the body?”