Murder by the Book

by Lauren Elliott

  Addie jumped at a sharp thwack against the window. She spun around and darted toward it, peering out in time to see an older model, green and white pick up speed off down the road. She looked at the two splatter marks on the glass and groaned at the sight of the thick, oozing drizzle running down the pane.

  Serena stared at the innards of raw eggs running down the glass. “I’ll get the window cleaner and a mop.”