The girls must be having trouble setting the alarm. I’ve gotta buzz over there for a minute.”
“You can’t go,” Natalie said. “It’s your party.”
“It will take five minutes.”
“Then I’ll go with you. You look too tired to drive, anyway.”
“Gosh, thanks.” With a smile, Krista led Natalie out the front door. Within minutes they were at the shop.
“Stay here,” Krista said, grabbed her keys from her purse and went to reset the alarm. The back door was open.
Why would they set the alarm before they locked up?
Panic gripped her stomach. “Tori? Tatum?” Krista called as she stepped into the shop.
No one answered. “Girls!”
She started for the stairs to the office and spotted broken glass and loose-leaf teas sprinkled on the hardwood floor. Backing up, she grabbed her cell phone from her belt and called 9-1-1.
“9-1-1 emergency.”
“This is Krista—”
Someone grabbed her from behind, yanking the phone out of her hand and tossing it across the room. He had his arm around her neck and waist.
“Where is it?” he growled into her ear.
“What do you want?”
“Your purse, your money.”
“Let me go!” She struggled against him, but he was too strong and about five inches taller than Krista.
Sirens wailed in the distance.
Her attacker shoved her aside and Krista lost her balance, banging her head on the counter as she fell to the floor.
She opened her eyes and spots cluttered her vision. Stunned and confused, she struggled to sit up and lost the battle. Collapsing against the floor, she focused on taking deep, slow breaths.
“Krista!” Natalie cried.
And the world faded to black.
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