“Great crowd,” I tell her.
“What party was this?” Mom wants to know.
“A guy I know from work invited me to a party. Larissa and I went last night.”
“You’re still seeing a lot of Larissa, huh?” Dad asks.
“Yes, especially now that I’m out of school.” I polish off my tuna salad. My phone chimes again. “I hate to eat and run,” I begin.
“Wait,” Mom says. “Have there been any new leads in Elise’s case?”
“Not that I know of,” I say. Not officially anyways.
“Because, there’s been a lurker,” Dad tells me.
“A lurker?”
“They’ve seen some weirdo hanging around outside the house,” Kyra scoffs.
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