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Unwound

Colby? Colby?

Debbies panicked voice preceded her down the staircase and sent Toris pulse racing once again. Debbie, whats wrong?

Colby... hes not in his bed... hes not upstairs anywhere. Debbie rushed through the parlor and into the kitchen, lights flipping on in every room she entered. With that sleeping pill I gave him he shouldnt be wandering around. He shouldnt even be a

A low guttural moan escaped Debbies lips as she stopped halfway through the kitchen, her feet moving backward as she bumped into Tori. Oh no... oh no... Her voice trailed off, only to return in a shriek as she pointed at the floor in front of them. Oh no!

Stepping around her friend, Tori stared at the knife jutting from the linoleum kitchen floor with a hastily scrawled letter beneath its handle.

Careful not to touch anything, Tori leaned in as close to the note as possible, her stomach churning violently as her gaze fell on the faint red spatters that dotted the otherwise ordinary white stationery paper. Faint red spatters that looked a lot like

Oh my God. Debbie, call the police... now.

Berkley Prime Crime titles by Elizabeth Lynn Casey

SEW DEADLY
DEATH THREADS

To Dr. Barry A. Singer, MD, Heather Popham, and the rest of the folks at the MS Center for Innovations in Care... Thank you.

Chapter 1

Tori Sinclair had always prided herself on being a relatively calm personthe kind of woman who kept a cool head and a professional demeanor at all times. The kind of woman who steered clear of mindless watercooler drivel in favor of more intelligent and meaningful conversation.

And, technically, she still was that woman.

But only because the Sweet Briar Public Library didnt have a watercooler.

What it did have at that moment, however, was Colby Calhounthe dark-haired, smoldering gray-eyed hunk of manhood that left women drooling in his wake for miles.

It didnt matter one iota that his brow was furrowed in distress or that his hands were flipping through a pile of books at mach speed, completely oblivious to the eyes of nearly half of the Sweet Briar Ladies Society Sewing Circle whod stopped by for a quick chat yet stayed to gawk. It didnt matter that the nearly crater-sized dimples that made them all swoon hadnt appeared even once since he arrived. And it didnt matter that hed bypassed his infamous chest-enhancing button-down shirts in favor of a ragged old run-of-the-mill T-shirt.

The only thing that mattered was the great view he afforded over the ever-growing stack of books that graced the information desk. Books Tori knew she should shelve, but couldnt bring herself to move. Not before he left anyway.

Would you just look at those hands? And those eyes? How on earth Debbie can drag herself out of bed every mornin when thats lyin next to her is beyond me. Margaret Louise Davis leaned her plump sixty-something frame against the maple counter and sighed. Heavily. Because if it were me, I wouldnt move. Ever.

If it were you, my dear twin, he wouldnt look like that.

Leona Elkin! Tori reprimanded sharply, her voice echoing across the large room and drawing more than a few disdainful looks in their direction. Feeling the instant heat to her cheeks, she raised an apologetic hand in the direction of her patrons then pinned her friend with a disapproving look to rival all others. What an awful thing to say to your sister. Margaret Louise is a She stopped, cast a slow glance down her friends polyester-clad body as she searched for the perfect description. Something that would do justice to the warm and witty woman whod grown to be one of her dearest friends despite their age discrepancy of nearly thirty years.

A what, Victoria? Leona prompted as her carefully tweezed eyebrow arched upward in amusement.

A-a study in perfection, Tori offered. She tilted her head to the left, a strand of light brown hair grazing her cheek as she considered the woman who had stood by her side through thick and thin, helping her to not only consider Sweet Briar as home but to embrace it as well. Shes the most amazing cook Ive ever met... she-shes laugh-out-loud funny without even realizing it... she has the most infectious smile Ive ever seen... and shes the epitome of what a grandmother should be. Raising her own eyebrow in triumphant fashion, she folded her arms across her lilac-colored blouse and leveled a look of challenge at her self-proclaimed mentor. So there.

Very good, Victoria. I can see my coaching has been relatively successful thus far. Youve managed to put just the right positive spin on my sisters qualities like the good southern girl in training that you are. But let us not forget that southern girls are only sweet and kind when a man is not involved. Which, of course, there is. Leona gently swept her pink-tipped fingers through her salon-softened gray hair and peered at the object of their bickering over her stylish glasses. And no matter how many of my noteworthy qualities may be running parallel through Margaret Louises body, one thing remains unchanged. Thatshe gestured her bejeweled hand toward the well-built man hunched over an open book in the corner of the library before bringing it to rest on her fraternal twins shoulderwould never look twice at this.

And hed look twice at you, Leona? Rose Winters, the oldest of the group, pulled her cotton sweater tightly against her frail body and snorted.

Tori couldnt help but giggle as Leonas mouth gaped open and the color drained from her cheeks. I-I wasnt saying hed look at me.

Thats good. Because if you were, Id have to rethink your recent lack of judgment, Rose hissed as she raised a bony finger in Leonas direction. First, your despicable fling with that detective from Toms Creek... and now this?

Despic-flin-I-didnt, Leona sputtered.

Margaret Louises eyes danced as her face stretched into a mischievous smile. Oh yes you did, Twin. You were all fired up bout Daniel McGuire from the moment you laid eyes on him. I believe you said somethin about a uniform and snug packaging at the time.

And dont forget his gun. She really liked that part, remember? Tori interjected around nibbled lips that threatened to release an entirely too-loud laugh.

It was despicable, Rose interrupted firmly, because you let your replaced hormones run amuck in favor of your friendship with Victoria. The retired schoolteacher jutted her chin into the air as she stared pointedly at Leona. And while you may hide your age better than the rest of us old-timers with your fancy clothes and Poga-fied rump

Yoga-fied, Rose, Tori whispered.

The elderly woman waved her off, opting instead to continue her tirade. No matter what you do, Leona, no man that looks like Colby Calhoun is going to see you as anything other than what you arean old snooty woman. Who cant sew her way out of a paper bag.

Were working on that though, arent we Leona? Tori cast one final look across the room at Colby Calhoun before draping an arm around the thinner and more poised version of Margaret Louise. In fact, we have our first lesson tonight, dont we?

The burst of pale crimson that had risen to Rose Winterss cheeks for all of about thirty seconds retreated behind the normal pale pallor of her wrinkled face. Youre teaching Leona how to sew?

And she wants to learn? Margaret Louise chimed in with blatant disbelief.

Shes willing to learn. Tori gently tapped the side of Leonas head with her own and squeezed the older womans shoulder. Isnt that right, Leona?

If you intend to hold me to a concession made under duress, Victoria, I guess Im willing.

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