Fourth? She'd made Abbie take a dump on my desk.

I opened the door. "All right Taylor, let's--"

Taylor was not in my room. Two other people were.

One was straight from my short list of suspects. Abbie sat on the corner of my desk in a loose-fitting t-shirt and denim shorts that went down nearly to her knees. That she wasn't dressed to titillate was actually much more surprising than her being here. As I walked in, she looked up from her phone with a sly grin.

"Sup, C-dawg. Long time no see."

The other occupant, however, was not on the short list. Nor the long list, nor any...