“Someone else is doing just that,” she shot back.
Cass swallowed. “Okay, Cuz, you’re scaring me a little.”
Harmony reached into her purse and pulled out a folded page.
“This was taped to my door this morning.”
She unfolded the note and set it on the table. Only three words were taped to it, three words cut from a magazine.
You saw me.
The group froze.
“What is that?” Tosh asked.
“A message.”
“Where was it?” Torie demanded.
“Outside my cottage door,” Harmony said.
“Did you hear anyone?” Cass asked, trembling.
“No. Not a sound.”
Mary slid silently into the booth with them, her face pale.
Harmony stared. “Mary . . . what happened?”
Mary placed her own note on the table.
You missed it.
There was a pause as a waitress walked past. It felt like everyone was guilty. Even themselves.
Zach swore beneath his breath. “This is insane.”
“We should show this to Vega,” Cass said. “Or Durante. Or someone with a badge.”
Harmony shook her head. “They already see what they want to see. This just gives them a tighter circle.”
Mary’s voice was flat. “And the killer will get exactly what they want . . . center stage.”
“This is a performance, and we’re all unwilling actors,” Harmony said.
“I don’t want to perform,” Cass whispered.
“I don’t think the killer cares what any of us want,” Mary said.
“Nobody should go anywhere alone until this is over,” Cass said.
“I won’t let someone control me,” Harmony said.
“Then you’ll end up dead,” Mary said quietly.
Zach exhaled. “Besides, half the island thinks one of us is guilty. People are betting it’s you, Harmony.”
“Why me?” Harmony asked.
