Center Stage: Magnolia Steele Mystery #1
“I stared at him for a good ten seconds, trying to figure out what to do. Seeing him lying there like that, surrounded by a puddle of red, triggered a deep-seated terror that left me paralyzed with fear. Images flooded my head. A rainy night. Screams. Blood. Lots of blood. They were familiar—even if I didn’t remember why.
My head turned fuzzy and my knees started to buckle as my body forgot to breathe. But then some rational part of my brain took over. Those visions had nothing to do with the man in front of me, and I had to deal with this situation first.
Do something, Magnolia.
Blood was dripping from the letter opener. If Max were still bleeding, he might not be dead yet. Feeling like I was going to throw up, I forced myself to move closer and dropped to my knees beside him, my eyes locking on to the huge bloodstain on the rug. Panic bubbled in my chest.
Don’t look at it.
I closed my eyes and pressed my fingertips to his neck, searching for a pulse.
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