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Danielle figured Chloe was trying to decide if the comment was a venomous barb or just a joke. “Not yet,” she finally answered. “Need the babies first. But about that block party…I think you should come. Kathleen was asking about you.”

      “I’m flattered,” Danielle said, not flattered at all.

      “Look, we’re going to end up hanging out anyway,” Chloe said. “We may as well do it sooner rather than later to avoid all the phone tag. And I’d really like for you to see the house.”

      “I might have a date that day,” Danielle said.

      “Like a real date or just one of your poor one-night guys?”

      “A real date. You’d like him, I think.” That was bullshit. She was pretty sure Chloe wouldn’t approve of Martin at all.

      “You know how we can find out? Bring him, too.”

      “Ah Jesus, you’re insufferable.”

      “Is that a yes?” Chloe asked.

      “That’s a we’ll see.”

      “I’ll take it. How are you, Danielle? Everything going good?”

      “Yeah, I suppose. Work is going well, and I’m about to go out on a date with the same guy for the twentieth time.”

      “Ooh, he does sound special,” Chloe joked.

      “Speaking of which, I need to get going,” Danielle said.

      “Sure. I’m going to text you our address. I hope you come to the block party. Three o’clock, this Saturday.”

      “No promises,” Danielle said and then took a very long gulp from her Guinness. “Bye, Chloe.”

      She hung up without waiting for Chloe’s goodbye. She had no idea why, but the conversation had been draining.

      A block party, she thought with bitter sarcasm. I know we don’t talk all that often, but you’d think she’d know me better than that…

      As this thought crept through her mind, she started to think about her mother. That’s where her mind usually went whenever she was irritated with Chloe. As she thought of her mom, her hand went to her neck. Finding the area there bare, she hurried back through her small apartment and into the bedroom. She went to the jewelry box on her dresser and pulled out her mother’s silver necklace—just about the only tangible thing she owned that had once belonged to Gale Fine. She placed it around her neck and tucked the simple little pendant beneath her shirt.

      Feeling it against her skin, she wondered how often Chloe thought of their mother. She also tried to remember the last time they had both talked about what had happened that morning seventeen years ago. She knew they were both haunted by it, but really, did anyone ever enjoy talking about ghosts?

      Now with only ten minutes left before she needed to leave to meet with Martin, she chugged down the rest of her beer. She figured she could just go and be a little early. She headed for the front door to do just that but then stopped in her tracks.

      Directly beneath the front door, there was an envelope. It had not been there when she was speaking on the phone with Chloe.

      She walked to it and carefully picked it up. It felt like watching herself in a movie because she had done this before. This was not the first note that had come.

      The envelope was unmarked. No name, no address, no markings of any kind. She opened the flap, which had not been adhered to the rest of the envelope. She reached inside and found a simple square of cardstock paper, a little larger than a playing card.

      She took the note out and read it. And then read it again.

      She tucked it back into the envelope and carried the envelope to the desk along the far wall of the living room. She placed it there with the other four notes, all with similar messages.

      She stared at them for a moment, fearful and confused.

      Her palms grew sweaty and her heart started to beat harder.

      Who’s watching me? she wondered. And why?

      She then did what she usually chose to do when something bothered her. She ignored it. She pushed this most recent note out of her mind, along with the simple message it carried, and headed out the door to meet Martin.

      As she walked out of the building, the note’s message flashed in her mind in little shocks, almost like a neon sign.

      I KNOW WHAT REALLY HAPPENED.

      It made no sense, but then again, it seemed to make all the sense in the world.

      She looked down at her own shadow on the city sidewalk and couldn’t help but walk a little faster. She knew she could not escape a problem by putting it in her personal rearview mirror, but it at least made her feel better.

      I KNOW WHAT REALLY HAPPENED.

      Her feet seemed to agree, wanting to stop walking, to run back and try to make sense of the letters—to call someone. Maybe the cops. Maybe even Chloe.

      But Danielle only walked faster.

      She’d managed to put her past behind her, for the most part.

      Why would these letters be any different?

      Chapter Three

      “So you’re still sticking with the chicken, huh?”

      It was such an innocent question at its core, but it sent a flare of anger through Chloe. She lightly bit at the inside of her lip to keep any stray remarks from slipping out.

      Sally Brennan, Steven’s mother, was sitting across from her with an aged Stepford Wives sort of smile on her face.

      “Yeah, Mom,” Steven said. “It’s food…food I probably won’t even eat because of all the nerves. If someone wants to complain about the food at my wedding reception, then they can go home. Maybe grab some Taco Bell on the way.”

      Chloe squeezed Steven’s hand under the table. He’d apparently picked up on her irritation. It was rare that Steven ever stood up to his mother, but when he did he came out looking like a hero.

      “Well, that’s not a very nice attitude to have,” Sally said.

      “He’s right,” Wayne Brennan, Steven’s father, said from the other end of the table. The wine glass beside him was empty for the third time of tonight’s dinner and he was reaching for the bottle of red sitting near the center of the table. “Honestly, no one gives a damn about the food at the reception. It’s the booze they’re looking forward to. And we’ll have an open bar, so…”

      They left the conversation hanging, the sour look on Sally’s face making it clear that she still thought chicken was a bad choice.

      But that was nothing new. She’d bitched and complained about nearly every decision Chloe and Steven had made. And she never failed to offhandedly remind them who was paying for the wedding.

      As it turned out, Pinecrest was not only once again home to Chloe, but it was home to Steven’s parents as well. They had moved there five years ago, technically just outside of Pinecrest in a smaller town called Elon. In addition to Steven’s job, it had been one of the reasons Chloe and Steven had decided to move to Pinecrest. He worked as a software developer for a government contractor and had been offered a position that had been too good to turn down. As for Chloe, she was currently interning with the FBI while working on her master’s in Criminal Justice. Because of the close proximity to FBI headquarters in Baltimore, it had all just made perfect sense.

      Chloe was already regretting living so close to Steven’s parents, though. Wayne was all right most of the time. But Sally Brennan was, to put it mildly, an uppity bitch who loved to stick her nose in places it had no business being.

      The Brennans as a couple were nice enough people, both retired, well-to-do and mostly happy. But they also coddled Steven. As an only child, Steven had admitted to Chloe numerous times that his parents had spoiled the hell out of him. Even now, when he was twenty-eight, they treated him far too much like a child. And part