CHAPTER NINE
Ten minutes later, I hung up the phone and gave a deep sigh of contentment. My life was awesome. I had a great house, a job I loved, a close-knit family, and the man I’d been in love with since I was a gawky teenager. I leaned over and knocked on my cherry coffee table. I wasn’t superstitious, but a girl could never be too careful.
I poured myself a glass of red wine and grabbed my laptop. I searched the internet for any information I could find about Elody Campbell. Page after page of gossip sites scrolled in front of me. She was breathtaking when alive. Her silvery blonde hair hung in long waves around her face. At only five feet tall, she resembled a fairy princess from Andrew Lang’s Fairy Books.
I clicked on one of the more recent stories. “Senator’s Daughter Parties
