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told me the most horrid ghost stories of the attic, I was always afraid to go up there.”
    Fiona felt her heart ache at the mention of her mother. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes as she remembered the colorful stories of their ancestors including tales of pirates, witches and ghostly hauntings that their mother had loved to tell. Fiona knew they were all mostly “made-up” but, as a child, she had listened to each one with rapt attention.  
    “So, you want to sell it?” Celeste interrupted her thoughts.
    “No, not sell it. Pawn it,” Fiona said. “We can take it down to Cal Reed and see if he’ll take it in exchange for the money we need. We know the charges against Morgan will never stick. She didn’t do it. So we won’t need to spend the whole five grand with Delphine. Once Morgan is cleared, we can get the rest of our deposit back, scrape up whatever we need to top it off to five thousand, and collect the necklace from Cal.”
    “That’s a great idea. We know we can trust Cal,” Celeste said.  
    Calvin Reed had been a classmate of Fiona’s and good friends with all the Blackmoore girls since they were kids. He was practically like a brother to them. Fiona had no doubt he would take good care of their necklace in his pawn shop. It was the best way she could think of to raise the money and still have a chance of keeping the necklace in the family.
    “So, are we in agreement to do this?” Fiona asked.  
    “Yes!”
    “Of course!”
    “Great.” Fiona put her fisted hand out toward the other girls, her knuckles facing them and the three did a knuckle tap.
    “If you need to come up with more money, I have a little socked away from my job,” Jolene said. Having recently graduated, she’d taken a job at one of the local restaurants, Barnacle Bill’s , until she decided what she wanted to do with her life.  
    Fiona felt her heart melt at the offer. A year ago, it seemed like Jolene could have cared less what happened to any of them. She was distant and moody, spending most of her time in her room or arguing with them. But she really seemed to be coming around. Fiona wondered if this was how a parent felt when they realized their little child was finally growing up.
    “Hopefully it won’t come to that,” Fiona said. “Now let’s get a move on. We still have to meet with Delphine and go over to Cal’s. I don’t want Morgan rotting in jail any longer than she has to.”

Chapter Six

    “I’m going to give Overton a piece of my mind,” sputtered Delphine Jones as she climbed out of her late model Toyota. “What he’s doing is barely legal.”
    Fiona leaned against Celeste’s Volkswagen which was parked next to Delphine’s and studied the petite attorney. She wore a casual outfit consisting of an ankle length skirt in a rainbow of colors, an orange tee-shirt and a yellow blazer. Somehow the outfit worked on her and complimented her dark skin and cropped hair.
    Fiona knew she had made the right decision in hiring Delphine, even though she was a bit unconventional. The attorney was a whirlwind of energy. She didn’t waste any time, got things done quickly and, most importantly, she believed that Morgan was innocent.
    “Shall we?” Fiona nodded her head toward the police station and Delphine started walking. Fiona, Celeste and Jolene followed.
    “I’ll go up and deal with Overton,” Delphine said, “You can go visit your sister.” Delphine looked at her watch. “She should be released within fifteen minutes. After that, I gotta run, so I’ll get back in touch with you if I hear anything new. It’s really just a waiting game after this. Overton has to come up with something concrete that ties Morgan to the murder scene before he can start to prosecute. Right now he’s got nothing.”
    Fiona opened the police station door and motioned for Delphine to go in. The feisty attorney stormed up to the desk.
    “I need to see Sheriff Overton, pronto,” she barked at the desk clerk.
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