My Step-Uncle's Plaything
Alice
“Last Friday, I found a phone on the table Alice was sitting at,” Lance said, as casually as if he wasn’t currently redefining the word audacity. I simply shot him a look sharp enough to slice skin, if looks could kill, he had been laying flat on the floor already. Still, he leaned back, relaxed, acting like he wasn’t inventing an entire cover story right in front of my mother.
“And you think it’s hers?” Uncle Lemuel asked, brows pulling together, though he sounded more curious than suspicious.