Page 62 of Seductive Nights

"I completely understand, Ms. Price. Thank you for your time."

He stood and shook her hand.

The deputy shook her hand, and they both exited the office. Before they left the office, the sheriff turned to her. "Do you have documentation on the necklace?"

"Yes. I had it insured and have the paperwork on it."

The sheriff's dark eyes bore into hers. "You didn't make an insurance claim?"

Margo swallowed. "I thought about it and then lead them to Sierra. But then I received the call from Grant, and frankly..." She held her hands out and dropped them. "Frankly, I don't want the damned necklace now that she's been wearing it. I don't want the reminder. Let it be an albatross around her scrawny neck for all I care at this point."

The sheriff grinned. "I'd like the paperwork, if you don't mind. Whether you decide you want the necklace or not, it could be evidence for us as to her behavior. You can decide afterward what to do with it."

He pulled a business card from his notebook and handed it to her. "If you'd email me what you have, I'd appreciate it."

She nodded. "I will do that."

The sheriff and deputy stepped from the building, and she let out a big sigh. She didn't feel bad about giving her permission. If he was indeed poisoned, it would be a shame. But she didn't do it.

And she wanted nothing to do with his ashes afterward. If she and Logan had children, maybe they would have wanted them. Logan's parents were gone. He had no siblings.

So really, there was no one who wanted Logan's ashes. And she'd bet dollars to donuts Sierra Stigler didn't want them right now either. But maybe they could help bring a murderer to justice. And in his death, Logan would have to be happy with that. She wasn't willing to do much more.

Margo finished packing up the decorations and carried them out to her SUV, putting them in the back. She then got in her car and drove to the bakery. As she entered, Hanna was speaking to a customer. When the customer turned around with her cinnamon roll on a plate, Margo glanced at her and saw that she was the little old lady who had been giving her dirty looks at the town hall meeting a few days before, because she was holding Jace's hand.

Margo smiled brightly at her. "Good afternoon."

The woman froze for a moment, recognized who she was, and then nodded. "Good afternoon, Ms. Price. I hope everything is all right with you."

"Everything is wonderful. Thank you."

The lady moved on.

Margo turned to see Hanna watching her, a big smile on her face. "How can I help you?" She asked.

"I just came to tell you I've just done an inventory of your decorations and have them packed up in totes and ready to take over to the Sandbar. I'll be stopping at the flower shop next to go over the list of items you gave me that they are supposed to have available for me and delivered tomorrow at one."

"Thank you, Margo. I appreciate all that you've done to help me with this. Your help has been invaluable."

"Well, I don't know about invaluable, but it was fun. I'll tell you that much. And I'm happy to do it."

"Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow at one o'clock when my sister and I will be at the Sandbar setting up the decorations. You don't need to worry about a thing. We've got this covered."

"Thank you again. And thank Carley for me. I'll thank her tomorrow when I see her, too."

"All right. Take care."

She walked around the end of the counter and Hanna met her there. They hugged, and her heart swelled as she thought about her new friends. She actually had friends now. It had been years.

Hanna hugged her hard, and she squeezed her right back. "Thank you so much, Margo. Thank you."

Margo chuckled. "As I said, I'm happy to do it. Thank you for being a friend."

Hanna squeezed her again. She stepped back and looked into her new friend's eyes.

"Always."

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