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the water in her kettle to whistle, the anticipation of the flavorful taste was overshadowed by whatever scheme she knew Vivana was plotting.
    Geneva hadn’t been shocked that Vivana had killed Johnny; after all, she was the same woman who had deceived Geneva for months. Vivana had walked into the salon where Geneva had been working and said her name was Cheryl, and that she was newly divorced and had just moved to Amber for a fresh start. She’d struck a chord with Geneva, who’d been on that same path and had just filed paperwork to divorce Johnny.
    But as time went on, Geneva, as well as everyone else at the salon, quickly realized that Cheryl was unstable and had major problems. She was moody, attitudinal, arrogant, and obnoxiously rude. Geneva eventually found out that Cheryl’s real name was Vivana, and that she’d assumed that identity so she could find out everything there was to know about her, and then kill her. During Johnny’s murder trial Vivana had even confessed that her plan had been to kill Geneva first, and then do away with Johnny as payback for all the pain they’d both caused her. But she’d said that someone had gotten to Johnny first, foiling her plans.
    Geneva’s mind kept replaying the look she’d seen in Vivana’s eyes when the disturbed woman had been on the witness stand. It was the same look Vivana had during the interview tonight, and Geneva knew that meant that if Vivana got free, she’d come looking for her to finish what she’d started.
    As Geneva poured her tea and waited for her husband, daughter, and in-laws to arrive, she knew she had to do what she’d been putting off for the last two years. Tomorrow, while she was out running errands and getting food for her family’s holiday feast, one of the top things on her list was going to include paying a visit to Rusty’s Pawn Shop so she could buy a gun.

Chapter 3
    C HARLENE
    C ouncilwoman Charlene Harris was a responsible woman who always followed the rules of proper order and conduct. She’d never been arrested, had never been late with a mortgage payment, and had never bounced a check. She always treated people with kindness and was generous to a fault. Yet with all her glowing attributes she was a cold-blooded murderer.
    Charlene was normally calm and rational, but right now she felt out of control and reckless as she pressed her cream-colored Valentino heel against the pedal of her luxury sedan, sending her car flying down the highway. She couldn’t care less about the fact that she was driving twenty-five miles over the posted speed limit, because all she could concentrate on was getting home so she could plan what her next move was going to be.
    â€œI’ve got to find out what’s going on,” Charlene said aloud. Her slender fingers were tightly gripped around her steering wheel as she continued to drive at breakneck speed. “I need to know what Vivana’s up to and what kind of evidence she has.”
    Charlene took a quick glance into her rearview mirror and barely recognized the tired-looking eyes of the woman staring back at her. In just a few hours she’d gone from feeling on top of the world with the anticipation of seeing her children for the holidays, to worrying about her future, and more specifically, her freedom. “I wish I’d never laid eyes on him,” she said with a heavy sigh as she thought about Johnny Mayfield. “If I’d just gone back to my office that day, none of this would’ve ever happened.”
    Charlene’s mind flashed back to the day she met Johnny Mayfield. She’d just filed for divorce and had been looking for a new home to start a new life. A young couple she knew had highly recommended their Realtor, who happened to be Johnny. Charlene had agreed to meet him at a coffee shop to discuss what type of property she was looking for, and when she’d walked in and seen him, it had been