Chapter 165: The Cupcakes In Question

Dad's truck and Mom's car were both in the driveway when I pulled up, so I knew they were home. I tucked my own car in behind Dad's to make sure I was off the street-stupid parking laws drove me nuts sometimes-and hoofed it to their front door. I didn't knock or slow down, barreling my way through and into the front entry. I did pause long enough to shed my boots, hopping and swearing softly under my breath as I tugged at the zippers and kicked them off sideways before sliding over the polished hardwood floor in my socks on my way to the kitchen.

Balancing the paper bag full of evidence in one hand.