Three Baby Cribs and a Missing Set of Car Keys
The cover showed a massive, three-story luxury home with a private pool and a wooden walkway leading directly onto the sand of the Outer Banks.
Printed across the top in gold lettering was the name of the rental agency and the words, Select Premium Properties.
Inside the brochure, a small white confirmation slip was stapled to the margin, showing a rental period of seven days, starting last Monday.
The total price printed at the bottom of the slip was three thousand four hundred dollars, with a deposit of fifteen hundred dollars already paid.
Chloe slowly folding the glossy rental brochure and placing it in her bag.
I zipped the pocket closed, the metal teeth biting together with a sharp, final click. The dining room was silent, the only sound the hum of the old refrigerator in the kitchen.
I stood there for a long moment, my hand resting on the leather strap of my purse. The brochure was inside, a heavy, laminated proof of where our three thousand dollars had gone, but I needed to see the numbers on paper from the bank itself.
