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her family and friends were in danger?
    She rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. Even baby Jessica had been threatened. How could anyone harm a six-week-old child?
    Her throat worked as she swallowed. She couldn’t take the chance that any member of her family could be harmed, or any friends. She was grateful her grandparents lived in Florida. If something did happen, they would be safe.
    She tried to process the letter, but no matter how she worked it over, she couldn’t quite comprehend something so surreal. What could she possibly be involved in that would put people she loved and cared for, as well as herself, in such danger that their lives depended on her silence and cooperation?
    Her hands still shook as she folded the letter and replaced it in the torn envelope. She smoothed the envelope as much as possible, if only because she needed to do something with her hands.
    She got up and slipped the letter into her purse. It would remain there until she decided what to do with it. If anything.

CHAPTER 3
    Natasha arranged her products in her WESA showroom, making the whole space look like a small gallery. One of the great things about this event was that they had showrooms as opposed to booths.
    Instead of her usual colorful, flowy skirts, she wore skinny jeans and a white peasant blouse embroidered with beautiful designs in brilliant-colored threads. It was easier to wear jeans and a comfortable top when she set up her showroom or booth. Thick gold bracelets slid along one wrist as she worked, and a slender butterfly watch-bracelet rotated around her other wrist. Since she was vegetarian, she didn’t believe in killing animals for leather, so she wore ankle boots of synthetic material.
    Strands escaped the rainbow scrunchie she’d used to hold her hair in a thick ponytail. She pulled her hair back tighter, adjusted the scrunchie, and then returned to work.
    She kept herself busy, arranging the sculptures, paintings, prints, and other pieces she had shipped ahead. Since the Ella McBride bronzes were so heavy, Natasha had enlisted help earlier in setting them up. Ella’s sculptures had been transported to Bisbee from Prescott, a good three hundred miles away.
    The ugly cowboy and Native American resin statuettes were another story. Ugh. And Mark had sent a hundred of the things. She hoped he was right and she could move them quickly. On the bright side, however, she made great commission on their sales.
    WESA ran under strict management, and it was not a “shop and take” market. Vendors couldn’t sell anything directly from their showrooms for a few reasons: collecting tax would be a nightmare for the vendor and the market organization; it would increase the possibility of thefts from the showrooms; and it would change the look of the room over the show schedule, which the powers-that-be didn’t like. They wanted the last store buyer to see the same items in the showroom as the first store buyer at the beginning of the show.
    The final reason was that it could create small side-drama due to this market organization’s rules. Showrooms had to be manned at all hours open and so on. The thousand-dollar fine was enough to keep vendors in line. Customers picked up their purchases at the last hour of the show, or later.
    When Natasha finished organizing her display, her mind flitted to the letter she’d received yesterday and her belly churned. She hadn’t successfully put the note out of her mind. She had managed to shove it back far enough that it no longer seemed real, and she could be herself. She didn’t know how to be anything but herself and she wasn’t going to start now.
    “How’s it going, Natasha?” A man’s voice came from the direction of the entrance to the showroom and Natasha looked up and smiled.
    It was Gary Grapefruit. His real name was Gary Orson, but she’d secretly called him Gary Grapefruit since he had brought her bags of grapefruit from his greenhouse in the metro Phoenix