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9am.”
“Thanks, Morgan, I’ll be there at 9am sharp.” She smiled as she ended the call. For a moment she considered calling Rosalie, but she was probably asleep already. Letting out a giddy sound of excitement, she turned to go back to the kitchen. Three steps there, and a shot rang out. It was quiet, silenced almost perfectly. Angelique was dead even before her body crumpled to the ground.

 
     
    Chapter Nine
 
 
“I already told you, Rosalie, there isn’t a pendant like that here.” With an aggravated sigh, Morgan followed the young woman to the back of the store as she ignored his words and pushed by him. When they passed through and into the antique section, it was all he could do not to grab her and force her to stop. It was almost time to close, and this was the second time she had come in today.
Ignoring the older man, Rosalie moved over to the jewelry section and started pulling the chains and strings from their hooks. She was almost frantic in her search, but she was also methodical. If that pendant was here, she was sure as hell going to find it. No one, not even the big bad Morgan Glassus, would be able to stop her. The worst offences she had on her record were a few parking tickets. She wasn’t going down for killing Elijah, accident or not. She would be slaughtered in prison!
“Rosalie!”
The sharp snap of Morgan’s voice made her pause, and she glanced over her shoulder at him. “Listen, buddy. I’m going to find this thing, and you are going to let me. I’m in a really shitty mood, and I’ve spent the last several days running after some guy who is convinced I am going to kill him because of this pendant, so you’ll excuse me if I’m a bit pissed off right now.”
When all he did was stare at her, she turned back to the row of necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. She was decent enough to replace everything back in their designated areas once she was finished her search. Morgan let out a sigh of disdain as she made her way over to a cabinet made from rosewood. He was almost tempted to phone the police so that they could come and remove her from his store.
“Damnit, it’s not here.”
Morgan pressed his lips together as he regarded her. “I told you that already. I also told you that if anything like it came in, I would call. Remember that talk we had on the phone last night? You were the one who phoned me?”
“Yes, yes. I know.” Rosalie sighed as she swept ebony hair back from her face. “I’m sorry, Morgan. Nothing has been going my way lately. At all. I’m barely handling my…” She shook her head and held a hand toward him. She had to stop before she lost control and did something stupid. Thoughts of her father swept into her mind, and she could hardly bear the thought of acknowledging them again. But she had to. “I need to go. Just call, okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll call.” Morgan offered a slight shrug as she slipped passed him. “One thing, though…what’s this about you killing Elijah?”
“It’s what he saw in his vision, Morgan. All of that blood he told you about? I’m the cause of it.” Before he could utter a response, Rosalie walked out of the store, the little bells attached to the top of the door chiming as she left.
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Thunder rumbled loudly over the small structure that was Morgan Glassus’ shop. Lightning flashed, brilliantly illuminating the store’s contents. As the rain came down in torrents, the large delivery truck pulled up beside the magic shop. It was nearly five minutes past midnight, and the driver was exactly on time. He pulled up the hood of his parka, ducked his head, and half ran to the awning that would protect him from the rain. He knocked on the glass door, a small package held in his opposite hand.
After several minutes of waiting, the door opened. The delivery driver offered a smile of relief as he stepped inside. “Sorry about dripping all over the floor. It’s a real nightmare out there.”
Morgan shrugged. “No problem. Do