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all set. Saturday, I'm all yours. I can't wait. I haven't been antiquing since…well, since I ran Adam's Antiques.” Allison laughed.
     
    “Do you miss it?” Sara set Conner down and watched him run circles around the room. Looking up at Allison, she saw a tear slip down her friend’s face. “Oh, no. Don't do that.” She rushed to her friend’s side. “I didn't mean to make you sad.”
     
    “You didn't.” Allison smiled. “Seeing this old place being fixed up, it does me good knowing that it will be used again. I have nothing but fond memories of this place. Of my parents and of Abby during happier days.”
     
    Allison's sister Abby had died; cancer had taken her quickly after they'd graduated high school. They’d lost their father a few years before, and Abby and Allison had pretty much taken over the family business. The antique store had shut down a few years back when Allison's art career had rocketed to huge proportions.
     
    “I'm sorry.” Sara knew what her friend had gone through back then.
     
    Allison spun in a slow circle, much like her son was still doing. “It makes me happy knowing you're turning this place into something great again. It's sat empty for too long.” She was smiling when she stopped. “I can't wait to see it all when it's finished.”
     
    Sara smiled. “Let me show you the kitchen. You'll get a kick out it. They just finished installing my stoves.”
     
    Allison picked up her son and they started walking to the back room. When she swung open her new doors, she was shocked to see her sister in a heated embrace. She recognized Nick Becker and coughed loudly, watching as the pair jumped apart. Hearing Allison giggle behind her, she straightened her shoulders and tried to stifle a smile. She needed to keep tighter reigns on her sister, as it was beginning to look more and more like her mother wouldn't do it.
     
    “Becca, I'm sure Nick has other things he needs to be doing. I know you do.” She turned to Allison, dismissing the couple as she started talking about everything that she'd done in the back room.
     
    After Allison left, Becca made some excuse and said she was heading home, which left Sara alone in the store. She didn't mind being alone. Actually, it was the first time she'd been left alone in the place since she'd taken possession.
     
    She had a dozen or more emails she had to reply to. Her menus were completed and she'd emailed the company with her approval and order. Her website was almost done and she had emailed the designer a photo of herself. Now all she needed was pictures of some of her creations and an image of the building. She was waiting to take that picture until after her sign was delivered next week. Then there were the emails to her suppliers. By the time she was done, her head was a little dull and it was full dark outside the large front windows. She still had to put the shelves together in the kitchen, and was excited to use the new tools she'd purchased just for this occasion.
     
    She was about to shut her laptop down when she was notified of a new email. Opening it without a thought, she was shocked when an old image of herself crossed the screen. The picture had been taken almost five years ago, just after she'd moved away from Pride. Her hair was shorter then and she had an extra ten pounds on. But what shocked her and made her hands shake was that the image had been altered. Her head was pasted on someone else’s body, a very naked body. Red splashes had crossed the woman's wrists and naked breasts. Her legs were at an odd angle, thanks to editing software. All in all, whoever had altered it had done a terrible job. But the meaning was clear. Sara's hands shook as she picked up her phone and punched the number she knew by heart.
     
    “Detective Price.”
     
    “Hello, Detective. It's Sara. I just received another email.”
     
    “Sara? Are you okay?”
     
    “Yes, I'm fine. There's just a picture this time.”
     
    “I'm sorry.