Mean Sisters: A sassy, hilariously funny murder mystery. Lindsay Emory

minute that the office door was cracked. I was one hundred percent sure that I had locked that door when I left with Casey. Of course I had, with the tale of inter-sorority espionage that he was weaving. I’d never underestimate those Moos.

      But the door was definitely cracked. With a pounding heart, I reached my hand out and slowly pushed the door open. Halfway through, I paused. It was absolutely idiotic to go through this door. There could be anyone in there, just waiting to murder me like they murdered Liza. I tip-toed back to the kitchen, grabbed a large stainless steel spatula and headed back. If someone was in there, they were going to get slapped upside the head. This spatula was industrial strength. I bet it could do some damage.