Page 13 of Little Dark Deeds
My friend was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.
Not today or any other day.
CHAPTER 7
Ishot up in bed andgasped.Looking around, I didn’t see Giovanni.A moment later, he rounded the corner with a cup of tea in his hand.He gave me a curious look and said, “What’s wrong?”
Without thinking, I blurted, “I think Tiffany’s dead.”
He set the cup of tea on my nightstand and sat beside me.“How can you be certain?”
“I dreamed about her.”
“And you’re sure it was one ofthosedreams?”
“I am.”
“It would explain why she didn’t make it to the wedding.Tell me about your dream.”
“She was stabbed in the bathroom.It happened yesterday when she was getting ready to head to the airport.And do you want to know what bugs me the most?I think a handful of people at our wedding knew about it.”
He pressed a hand to his chest.“I can assure you, I know nothing.It may have been our wedding day, but something as important as this, I wouldn’t have kept it from you.”
“I know.”
“We need to get to the truth.”
“I know just the man to talk to—Harvey.”
“Why him?”
“I saw him last night when I left the tent.He was on the phone with someone.When he saw me, he ended the call.We chatted for a minute, and he was acting strange.”I stood, wrapping a robe around me.“I’m going to see if he’s in his room.I’ll be right back.”
Darting into the hallway, I made a beeline for the suite Harvey and my mother were staying in.I knocked once, and my mother opened the door, blinking at me but saying nothing, which wasn’t like her.
“Where’s Harvey?”I asked.
