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talk has me unsettled . She tried pushing the feeling away, but it insisted on staying like an unwanted houseguest that won’t leave no matter how many hints you give them.
    “… dying to read more of that journal,” Celeste was saying.
    “What?” Morgan asked, the strange feeling deepening as they turned down an out of the way street that housed a few abandoned buildings.
    “I was saying, ever since we discovered that journal in the attic, I’ve been dying to get back up there and try to figure out what it says.” Celeste stopped in her tracks her face a mask of concern. “Is something wrong?”
    “No.” Morgan shook her head. “This street just kind of gives me the creeps.”
    Morgan’s thoughts drifted to the journal they had found in the attic as the girls walked a little faster down the street. None of them ever went in the attic. Ever. Their mother had told them it was off limits when they were little girls and the threat had carried over into adulthood. None of them wanted to go in there—the place creeped Morgan out and she was sure her sisters felt the same way.
    But when Morgan had been arrested for Prudence Littlefield’s murder, earlier that summer, Fiona had been forced to go up there in the hopes she could find something of value to hire a lawyer. After all, the place was loaded with several generations of Blackmoore family “stuff” so there was bound to be something of value.  
    And that’s when they’d found the journal. An old, handwritten leather bound book, tucked in a bookshelf. Celeste had tried to make sense of it, but the writing was old and faded. They hadn’t been back up there since.
    Morgan’s thoughts were interrupted by a prickly sensation running through her body. Like a current of electricity that started deep in the pit of her stomach and put her senses on edge. It was like her usual “gut feeling” times twenty.
    Morgan’s attention was drawn to a narrow alley that opened up onto the street about ten feet ahead of them. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she had an overwhelming urge to run back in the direction they had come from. She glanced down the street in either direction. It was empty. No one would run to their rescue or hear them scream.  
    This is silly. She tried to push her feelings away, but they wouldn’t budge.  
    Just as they approached the alley, Celeste’s message from her grandmother echoed in her mind. Trust your feelings.
    Morgan reacted without thinking. She pulled Celeste back just as a man lunged out from the alley. Her quick reaction caused him to just miss grabbing Celeste!
    In a second Celeste crouched down and kicked her foot up, connecting with the guys jaw and sending him staggering backwards but not before a second man made a grab for her.  
    Morgan watched, amazed, as Celeste’s elbow shot out into the man’s face. She heard a crunch and saw a spray of blood. The man fell back into the alley holding his nose.  
    The first guy had recovered quickly and made a grab for Morgan while Celeste was giving the second guy a bloody nose. Morgan kicked out, connecting with his crotch and the man went down in a heap.
    A noise in the alley across the street caught Morgan’s attention. She saw men running toward them. The two men they’d been dealing with were rolling on the ground and she didn’t feel like taking on anymore so she grabbed Celeste.
    “Run!”
    They ran back the way they had come, toward their car. Morgan glanced back over her shoulder and saw the men coming out of the alley weren’t running for them, they went straight after the men that had attacked them. That didn’t stop her from running though—her gut told her to get the hell out of there and, from now on, she was going to trust her feelings.
    It wasn’t until they were safely locked inside the car that Morgan realized one of the men who had come running out of the alley across from them looked an awful lot like Luke