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Hannah rounded the corner and stopped short. Someone was sprawled out on the dirt. A woman. And she was perfectly motionless.

Hannah’s need to help another person in trouble drew her forward. The woman was facedown and Hannah was about to reach for her wrist to feel for a pulse when she saw the back of her head. This caused her to step back without taking her pulse or touching her. No aid she could give would make any difference. This woman was quite dead.

Hannah took one halting step closer and the key lime pie she was holding dropped from her nerveless fingers as she had an awful realization. She’d seen and admired the dress this woman was wearing no more than an hour ago.

“Hannah?” Mike’s voice rang out loud and clear. “Where are you?”

“Here,” Hannah answered, finding her voice at last.

“You sound weird. What’s the matter?”

“Dead,” she said.

“Someone’s dead? Who?”

“Willa,” Hannah said. “Willa Sunquist is dead.”