Chapter Eight
Emma
I had an hour before I needed to be at the theater, so I stopped at one of my new favorite cafés down the street. It had the best blueberry scones and hot chocolate. Once I got my order, I sat down at one of the small, white tables and blew the steam off my hot chocolate. I was glad I got in before the morning rush.
Reading the newspaper on the table beside me, I caught a headline about a woman’s body being found on the beach. She’d been my age. And still no leads as to who the killer was. Scary. If anyone tried to hurt me, I’d fight until my last breath.
“Good morning, Ms. Turner,” a voice called out.
Gasping, I jerked my head up, almost knocking over my hot chocolate. John laughed and steadied my cup before sitting down in front of me. He had sandy, blond hair sha
