Mel went first, leaving the door open, and I followed her to the stairs, stopping as she descended to the main hallway that ran down the middle of the house. I could quickly head out the front door-or pretend I'm just coming home-but I wasn't dressed for going out and didn't have my boots on. I peered over the railing, and Mel motioned for me to come down, then pointed to the door leading to the garage.
"They're in there," she whispered.
"Are you sure?" I asked, straining my ears to see if I could hear anything. "I thought Amanda didn't go in there very often."
"She doesn't, but Emily is out, so It has to be them. I'll go in, and if it is them, I'll close the door so you can get by," Mel said.
"Sounds like a plan," I gave my white-haired sister a thumbs up.
"You're such a dork," Mel g
