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she’d uncovered some vital information that led them to find the real killer of Prudence Littlefield and clear Morgan’s name. Morgan’s chest swelled with pride, especially since they had been worried that Jolene might not find any positive direction in life given some of her shenanigans in high school.  
    She’d matured a lot since she had graduated and was even taking a computer forensics class during the summer. Maybe she’d have a career in law enforcement?   God knows Morgan could use her help given the trouble Overton seemed hell bent on causing them.
    Jolene’s laughter pulled her out of her thoughts. “Did you find something?”
    “Not hardly. The only thing I can find is that pirates use a black mark to indicate doom or death. If a pirate is marked with it, his days are numbered.” Jolene looked up at Morgan, a smirk on her face. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”
    Morgan’s heart jerked in her chest and she looked up at Fiona who was staring back at her wide-eyed. Amelia Budding’s warning about pirates and evil echoed in her head.
    Jolene’s brow creased. “What? That’s silly, right?   There’s no such thing as pirates anymore.”
    Morgan was about to answer when Belladonna leapt up on the table, let out a screech and then ran off into the bushes on the side of the house. Everyone jumped back, their chairs scraping on the patio, beers spilling on the table.
    Morgan blotted beer from the crotch of her jeans, staring in the direction of the disappearing cat.
    An icy tingle crept up her spine at the cat’s unlikely timing. It was almost as if she had reacted to the discussion of pirates. Morgan laughed at herself. That was ridiculous, Belladonna didn’t have uncanny powers and the days of pirates died out long ago.  
    But at this point she couldn’t afford to ignore any clues no matter how silly they seemed. And since she didn’t have much else to go on, it might be worth her while to learn a little bit more about pirates. Luckily she knew exactly the right person to help her.

Chapter Five

    The day was heating up to be a scorcher, Morgan thought, as she and Celeste walked down Maine Street toward Reed Pawn and Antiques. The pawn shop was located in the city, about twenty miles from their small town, and Morgan didn’t come to the city too often.  
    They’d taken her car because Celeste’s was loaded with yoga mats and various pieces of odd looking exercise equipment, including her latest obsession—kettle bells. Morgan had forgotten how busy and crowded it could be and how hard it would be to find a parking spot.  
    “I’m glad we parked a few blocks away, the morning is gorgeous, and it’s not too hot yet.” Celeste echoed her thoughts.
    “Yeah, I can use the exercise after those beers last night.” Morgan looked down at her slim hips and stomach. Were they getting bigger, or was it just her imagination? Maybe she should cut back on the beer and ice cream.
    The girls stopped in front of the upscale pawn shop, owned by their childhood friend Cal Reed. Cal was a history buff and antique expert—if anyone could tell them about pirates, it was him.
    Celeste held the door open and a blast of cold air hit Morgan as soon as she stepped over the threshold.  
    “Brrr … It’s freezing in here.” Morgan rubbed her bare shoulders wishing she’d brought a sweater.
    “Well, if it isn’t my favorite girls!” Cal stood behind the glass display case, a genuine smile highlighted the dimples on his handsome face.  
    Just seeing Cal always cheered Morgan up. They’d been friends since they were kids and he was a frequent visitor to the Blackmoore house. He was practically like a brother to them, which probably explained why he’d never dated any of them. Cal was considered one of the most charming, handsome and eligible bachelors in the county, and literally had women swooning at his feet.  
    He was well known for being a playboy, but he was also a really nice guy and Morgan was glad he