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September 14 - September 18, 2023
“Can anyone confirm your alibi?” “No.”
His black eyes collided with her crystal blues, and Bel had the overwhelming sensation that Eamon Stone wanted to kill her.
Eamon wanted Isobel Emerson to himself.
She had fight in her, her muscles well defined and strong, and he reveled in the fantasy of forcing her to surrender to his will,
the desire to grab her wrists and pin her against the wall, to make her fear him and love him.
He should get to work before he followed her home. Before he caved to every dark desire burning his blood.
and hire a designer to help renovate only to kill him? It makes no sense.”
I respect that. I respect the hell out of you, Bel, but I also like you.
“But I don’t want to be your friend.”
About time Prince Charming
all I’m asking for is one date.”
I just want one chance. Can you do that for me? Can you at least consider it?”
He wouldn’t hold her trauma over her. “Okay… I’ll think about it.”
Vera, on the other hand, spoiled her with baked goods and fresh produce at least once a week, and guilt pricked Bel’s conscience that she offered nothing in return.
She didn’t understand his visceral reaction to the woman.
“Have you had dinner?” Vera surveyed Bel as she walked through the front door as if she could read the detective’s day on her face.
The woman was aggressively friendly, and she had adopted the detective as one of her surrogate grandchildren.
“Oh honey, anyone with eyes can see that boy is crazy about you.
If she allowed herself to be honest, she also liked the idea of them being more than friends, but love? She wasn’t sure it was in the cards for her.
I feel the same way Bel
“Love is scary. Life is scary,” her neighbor continued. “Don’t let your past keep you from a good thing.
The same attack, same teeth, same stench of blood, but this one possessed an anomaly.
the tugging at her gut unnerved her. Someone was watching her.
when a shadow outside her kitchen window moved.
black eyes hovered on the opposite side of the glass panes, watching her every move.
He was involved in this darkness, and she needed to figure out how before his sin swallowed her whole…
The leaves under her kitchen window were crushed, as if a person had stepped on them.
not noticing how Abel watched her every move until she disappeared down the street.
Abel why are you being creepy
Chocolate was healthy for the soul, after all.
the injury reminds me of a clawed fist.
I can’t help but feel the killer is trying to tell a story. I’m just not sure what that story is yet.”
“So, he was drugged to keep him compliant?”
“I put in a rush for a Tox screening. It came back negative.”
No alcohol. Nothing that would impair his senses or reflexes.”
willingly
bring the dog.
Bel grinned. Smart man. The way to her heart was definitely through her pitbull.
“Careful, or my dog might end up liking you more than me.” “That’s my master plan.”
“The sterile nature of this homicide makes me wonder if the killer has a forensics background.”
“Sorry, buddy, that’s all there is.”
“Convince your mom to visit again, and I’ll make you some more.”
Bel felt his body stiffen against hers as if bracing for rejection, but she slipped her arm around him in reassurance.
“I want to come back too.”
Bel could not shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
The unopened shop had already claimed it.
“Why isn’t she open?” “Don’t know,” Abel said. “Perhaps she’s running late?” “Emily never runs late.”
SUV parked behind the shop,
Emily’s car.
“I found Emily.”
Emily sat, knees to her chest, in a small circular ceramic tub. Custom made, its claw foot base was forged from a bronze metal,
delicate green leaves and thorns illustrated its circumference.
twisted bands of metal, entwining her fingers in a delicate pattern with her palms side by side and facing forward. Bel studied the design, but it was the fact that Emily’s lower half was submerged beneath black coffee that triggered her recognition. A spoon.
