Blackmoore Sisters 01-Dead Wrong by Leighann Dobbs

look back through the window. “See you tonight, then?”
    “Yep. I also want to take a look at that scarf.” Jake ran a hand through his hair.
    “Okay. You wanna come buy my house around six?   I’ll talk to Cal and make sure he’ll be open.”
    “Great. See you then.” Jake turned the key in the ignition and Fiona walked up the path to the shop cursing her hormones … and her heart … for the way they were acting.  
    Her mind drifted back to what Morgan had said about how it had been a long time since the whole mess with Kevin. Maybe it was time to move on. Fiona looked back to see Jake staring after her, she gave a final wave then turned back up the path to the shop.

Chapter Twenty

    Fiona fidgeted at the front door, checking her watch and peering down the long gravel road.
    “You don’t have to stand watch. He’ll get here when he gets here.” The voice made her jump. Morgan had snuck up behind her in the large foyer.
    “I was just nervous about showing him the scarf.” Fiona cursed her pale coloring as she felt her cheeks grow warm.
    Morgan let out a trill of laughter. “Right. I’m sure that’s it.”
    “Oh, here he is.” Fiona opened the door and walked onto the porch watching Jake pull his truck to a stop and get out.
    “Hi.” Jake’s long legs carried him up on the porch.  
    Morgan appeared in the doorway. “Hi, Jake.”
    “Hey, Morgan. Did you guys talk to your pawn shop friend?”
    “I called him, but he’s in Aruba with one of his many lady friends. Won’t be back ’til the day after tomorrow, but he said he’d be happy to talk to us then,” Fiona said then turned to Morgan. “I thought Cal might know if someone pawned Prudence’s necklace.”
    Morgan nodded. “Good idea.”
    “Can I see the scarf?” Jake lowered his voice at the last word and glanced over his shoulder.
    “Sure, come on in.” Fiona opened the door, ushered Jake in and the three of them went up the wide front staircase and down the East hall to Fiona’s room.
    Fiona noticed that Jake looked out of place amidst the Victorian floral wallpaper and bedding. For a second she considered redecorating, then pushed the thought aside. She’d laid the scarf out on the bed and the three of them stood there staring at it.
    “I don’t see any blood or anything. Can fabric hold a fingerprint?”
    “Unfortunately, no,” Jake lifted the scarf gently, then let it flutter back to the bed. “Are you sure she was wearing this?”
    Morgan nodded. “She had it on in the cafe.”
    “And I saw it on her when she was walking that morning.” Fiona said. “It’s pretty hard not to notice it.”
    Jake looked out the window at the Atlantic Ocean. “So it must have been the killer … or the police that planted it. No one else would have had access to it, unless she went home, took it off, and then went out again.”  
    “I don’t think she’d have had time.”
    “No, me either.”
    “Well, apparently staring at the scarf isn’t going to give us any clues.” Jake turned to Fiona. “Did you ask your sister about that jewelry we found in the woods?”
    “Not yet, she was meditating when we got home, but she’s probably done now.”
    They started to leave the room, then Jake grabbed Fiona’s elbow sending tingles up and down her arm. “You should hide the scarf. Just in case something crazy happens and they get a search warrant.”
    Fiona’s stomach clenched. “A search warrant? Could they do that?”
    Jake shrugged. “You never know. Better to be safe than sorry.”
    Fiona looked back at the scarf making a mental note to put it back under the floorboard after everyone was gone. She didn’t want to give away her hiding spot, it had been her secret place since she was a kid and no one knew about it—not even Morgan.
    They went down the side stairs, heading toward the back of the house. Fiona peeked into the library where Celeste preferred to meditate and found it empty except for the shelves filled with antique