Magna glanced up when the door opened. She had been admiring a small statue of a mermaid that would look cute on the back deck when a woman carrying a bundle of papers came in. The woman took down a picture in the front window and replaced it with another one. Curious, Magna walked over to see the picture on the front of the papers.
A soft gasp escaped her when she recognized the intense eyes of the male who had shot her. The woman, hearing her swift intake of breath, turned to look at her. Magna stumbled backwards when the woman took several steps closer.
“Do you know him?” the woman demanded. “Do you know where he is? Have you seen him?”
Magna forced her eyes away from the paper in the woman’s hand and up to her face. The woman’s dark blue eyes refused to allow her to look away. Unabl
