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said.
    Tyler stepped back and reached for another
item in the draining rack.
    Grace stepped aside, just as Harri popped
around the corner with Brad close behind.
    “Need help?” Harri asked. She focused a stern
schoolteacher scowl on Tyler.
    “Nope, almost finished,” Tyler said.
    Grace said, “Dessert was scrumptious, Harri.
What was in that icing?”
    “I might tell you the secret some day,” Harri
said.
    Grace nuzzled her dog. “I'll hold you to
that. Right now, I really should be heading for home.”
    “Me, too,” Tyler said.
    Brad removed his arm from around Harri's
waist and took Tyler's outstretched hand.
    “Thanks for dinner, Brad,” the younger man
said. He kissed Harri's cheek. “And thanks for the dessert,
Harri.”
    Harri remained silent.
    “I'll walk Grace home,” Tyler said.
    Harri pulled Grace aside and whispered, “I
don't trust him. That man's hiding something.”
    Grace flicked a glance from the corner of her
eyes toward the two men, who were staring at her and Harri. What
secrets did Tyler have? Harri could be counted on for her psychic
abilities, and Grace knew better than to ignore her warning. Who
was he? He said he was from Ohio. Was it possible he'd been sent to
find her? Could he be working for Max? The thought made Grace feel
as if a giant shovel had scooped out her insides.
    “It's a good thing you have Tiffany,” Harri
said so all could hear. “I've been thinking of getting myself a
dog. Did you hear another woman was killed last night?”
    Grace's dinner turned to acid, burning her
esophagus. She swallowed hard. She'd talked to the police, who'd
made her feel foolish for reporting what she'd seen. She'd shrugged
it off, but she couldn't stop thinking about the poor women.
    Tyler drew his brows together. “Another
woman? What happened?”
    Harri stared at Tyler, lips pressed together
in a thin line. A brief moment of stagnant silence thickened the
air. Finally she replied, “Another poor woman was slashed to death
by the Knoxville Knifer.”
    “Another?” Tyler queried.
    Harri gave Tyler a look that would make most
men worry for their lives.
    “Three other victims in the past five weeks,”
she responded in an accusatory tone. “That makes four women killed
by the Knoxville Knifer, and the police don't have a suspect.”
    “Here in Foxfire?” Tyler asked. He didn't
seem to notice Harri's antagonistic attitude.
    Brad moved closer to Grace. She gave him a
grateful smile for his silent comfort.
    “Not here,” he answered quickly, placing a
hand on Grace's shoulder. “In Knoxville. Nothing bad ever happens
in Foxfire.”
    Gathering strength from Brad's touch, Grace
admitted, “I talked to the police today about the latest
murder.”
    Brad frowned. “The police? Did you know that
woman?”
    “No. But last night I saw someone in the
parking garage. He was standing in the shadows beside the elevator
on the second floor. The light above the doors was out, but my
headlights caught him when I passed. I didn't think much of it
until I read the article this morning.”
    Despite the warmth in the room, she couldn't
suppress a shiver. Visions of a knife kept flashing through her
mind.
    Harri's eyes sparkled with intensity. “You've
got to come and let me read the Tarot cards for you. Do you think
you saw the Knoxville Knifer?”
    “The police don't think so. I couldn't give a
very good description. Actually, they made me feel foolish for
going in to report it.”
    Harri squinted, her lips pursing. She shook
her head. “Something's going on. You've got something dark
corrupting your aura. Come by tomorrow and I'll do a reading.”
    “Damn it, Harri!” Brad stepped between the
two women. “You stop scaring her. She's had enough to deal with the
past two days.”
    Grace put a hand on Brad's arm. “She isn't
scaring me, and besides I believe in Harri's abilities.”
    Brad shook his head. “I think it's all a
bunch of hooey.”
    Harri glared at Brad. “If you'll get