"What's your bid?" Roy helped himself to a pretzel as he studied his own hand. Her husband and Bob Beldon had walked away with the first three games and gloried in their triumph a little too much.

"You guys have already won three in a row," Corrie said. "I think Peggy and I could use a break."

"Ah, it's just getting good," Bob protested.

"I'll make some popcorn," Corrie said, hoping the two men would be willing to put the game aside for that long.

"All right, all right," Roy muttered, not concealing his disappointment. He could be so competitive sometimes.

Peggy followed Corrie into the kitchen and leaned against the counter as Corrie set up the hot air popcorn popper. She took a stick of butter from the fridge and cut a generous cube to melt in the microwave. "I can't bear to eat popcorn without real butter," she explained. With the machine making its usual racket, Corrie joined her friend at the counter.

"I still can't believe it..." Peggy let the words fade.

"You're in shock about Hannah, aren't you?"

Peggy nodded. "Not for even a second did I suspect she was capable of murder."

"Have you been to see her at the jail?"

Peggy shook her head. "She's refused all visitors, including me."

That must be hurtful to Peggy, Corrie thought as she dumped the popcorn in a large bowl and poured on the melted butter.

"I talked to Troy Davis earlier in the week and he told me Hannah's decided to take a plea bargain. Once all the legalities have been dealt with, she'll be transferred to the women's prison in Purdy."

"I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you," Corrie said sympathetically. Peggy had grown close to Hannah over the last few weeks. The horror of learning that the young woman was responsible for her parents' deaths had, needless to say, distressed her. At this stage, Peggy couldn't influence the girl's situation at all. The authorities in California had been notified and were in the process of arresting the friend who'd tampered with her father's car and bought her the drug. Extradition papers would be filed against Hannah soon. Unless a deal could be made, she'd stand trial in her home state of California.

"I'm so sorry," Corrie whispered, touching her friend's arm.

"I know. I am, too. She's ruined her entire life." Peggy bowed her head for a moment, then looked up. "What I want to know is when Roy and the sheriff figured it out."

Not sure what to tell her, Corrie shrugged. "I can't answer that. Although we work in the same office, my husband usually keeps his suspicions to himself. Half the time I don't have a clue what's going through that thick head of his. What I can tell you is that he and Troy discussed the case now and then and compared notes."

Peggy's expression was pained, as if she was reliving the moment of Hannah's arrest.

"My guess is that Roy and the sheriff went over their ideas together and came to the same conclusion," Corrie said.

"Are you talking about me and my brilliant mind again?" Roy asked as he stepped into the kitchen, Bob directly behind him.

"Obviously we've so outplayed you women that you're ready to admit defeat," Bob said smugly.

"We could always put on a DVD," Roy suggested, scooping up a handful of buttered popcorn. "Nothing goes better with popcorn than a movie."

Bob yawned. "I don't know if we should. It's getting to be the witching hour for me."

"Me, too," Peggy said reluctantly. She turned to Corrie. "Dinner was wonderful. An evening out was just what Bob and I needed to get our minds off this mess."

"It was our pleasure," Roy said. He slipped his arm around Corrie's waist and they accompanied their friends to the front door. When Corrie had retrieved their jackets from the hall closet, Roy politely held Peggy's for her.

"Look," Peggy said when they opened the door. "Someone left you a gift."

A beautifully arranged fruit basket stood on the porch. Filled with apples, oranges, bananas, grapes and a variety of nuts and chocolate, it was wrapped in silvery cellophane and decorated with a large plaid bow.

"Who would send us something like this?" Corrie asked, surprised and pleased, but when she bent to reach for it, Roy stopped her.

"A more important question is who'd drop it off without ringing our doorbell?" His arm restrained her from lifting the basket. "Leave it where it is," he said, frowning.

Corrie stared at her husband. "Do you think it's the same person who mailed us those postcards?" she asked, her voice low.

"I don't know."

"It looks like there's a card with the fruit," Peggy said.

Before Roy could object, Peggy pulled it from the basket. Corrie blinked, half-afraid something might explode in her friend's face. She sighed with relief when nothing happened.

"Maybe it's an early Thanksgiving gift." Peggy handed the card to Roy. "We'd better go."

Bob nodded and after another round of thank-yous and farewells, they headed toward their car.

"Open it," Corrie said even before the Beldons had pulled away from the curb.

"In a minute," Roy muttered. He stepped into the house and Corrie followed him. Roy examined the envelope. It was addressed to the McAfees at 50 Harbor Street

, so the fruit had been delivered to the right house. Roy held the small envelope up to a light before he tore it open.

Inside was a single piece of typed paper.

"What does it say?" Corrie asked urgently. She didn't want Roy hiding anything from her. It was only by chance that she'd learned about the postcards.

Roy scanned the letter and gave it to her.

I don't mean you any ill will. I just want you to think about what you did. Don't you have a single regret?

Corrie quickly read the note and looked up at her husband with frightened eyes. "What does this mean?" she asked.

Roy shook his head. "I have no idea. I guess we'll have to wait for the next message."

He placed his arm around Corrie's waist. He didn't have the answer yet, but he would soon. He'd cleared too many cases not to succeed at solving this one.

Whoever was doing this, it was personal. Sending the fruit basket to 50 Harbor Street

had breached the sanctity of his home. But he'd find out who'd done this.

His instincts still told him that he and Corrie weren't in physical danger. But there were other dangers, less obvious ones, and Roy knew they could cause just as much harm.

He wasn't prepared to let anyone risk the haven he and Corrie had found in Cedar Cove.