"Hi Mr. K!" the Indian girl replies, turning slightly and offering a cheery smile full of braces and timid little wave of her hand. She's obviously trying to avoid facing you directly.

"Can I come in?" she asks.

"Bree's not-"

"Not here, yeah, I know. She's at Georgetown this weekend."

Confused, your cop instincts kick in. Nervous. Terrified, even, or is it excitement? Might be both, a mix of danger and thrill.

She's not a dumb kid. In fact, she's going to be top of their class when they graduate in a couple months. Top student, model citizen, and from a wealthy family. She's the bestie every father wants their daughter to have. A good influence.

"If you know, then why are here, Aisha?"