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hair a little shorter than she intended.
    “ Mmhm,” Bekki replied and evened out the other side of his hair. “So you're the owner of the company? You couldn't send another employee down here to handle this?” Bekki asked.
    “ Oh no,” he frowned. “Not after what happened to Jasmine. I wanted to handle this personally. Who would have thought in this little town there would be a murderer?”
    Bekki finished his hair and brushed off his shoulders as she stepped back. “Oh, I doubt anyone from here was involved,” she assured him, her fierce blue eyes flashing with annoyance at the assumption.
    “ No?” he asked as he stood up from the chair and turned to look in the mirror at the haircut he had received. “Nice,” he said quietly and studied her reflection through the mirror. “You know I've heard a lot about you, Bekki.”
    “ You have?” she asked with surprise as she was putting her supplies away.
    “ Yes. You made a pretty big name for yourself in New York City. It's a shame that all of that went down the toilet,” he lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug.
    “ I wouldn't say that it did,” Bekki managed a smile through the mirror.
    “ Well,” he gestured to the small salon and laughed shortly. “I mean, this isn't exactly glamorous now is it?”
    Bekki caught Sammy glaring in his direction from across the room.
    “Just what are you trying to say?” Bekki asked as she folded her arms across her body.
    “ Nothing really, I'm just pointing out, that it may have been hard for you to see your much more successful friend again,” he met her eyes with a cold and steady gaze.
    “ Are you accusing me of something?” Bekki asked, her eyes widening at his words.
    “ Should I be?” he countered with such arrogance that Bekki's hands instantly balled into fists at her sides.
    “ Are you implying I had something to do with Jasmine's death?” she hissed out between clenched teeth.
    “ What?” his eyes spread wide with shock. “No, of course not. A woman like you, I wouldn't expect that you could hurt a fly,” he laughed at that and shook his head. “But perhaps Jasmine did leave her products here. Perhaps you thought you'd keep them for yourself, maybe sell them from your salon as your own products,” he shrugged a little. “Try to salvage what's left of your name by stealing my products.”
    Bekki's head was spinning with a mixture of anger and hatred. The man had her so tangled up with the desire to strike out at him that she could barely think straight.
    “ I think you should leave,” she said flatly, barely able to control her temper. She was sure if he stayed much longer Nick would be dealing with her arrest for assault. The man had done nothing to warrant her attacking him, but every muscle in her body, every instinct in her heart, wanted to harm him.
    “ Sure, sure,” he tilted his head towards the men. “Pay the woman,” he said gruffly.
    “ No charge, just leave,” Sammy said quickly from where she stood. She could see from the boiling look in Bekki's eyes that things were about to spin out of control.
    “ Why thank you for your kindness,” Jeff smirked and then paused at the door of the salon. He reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from the shoulder of his dress shirt. Bekki was mesmerized by the motion. Something on the cuff of his shirt caught her attention.
    “ Wait,” Bekki hurried over to him and he turned to face her, startled that she was suddenly approaching him. All of the fury she had felt was muted by the impact of what she had seen. “I'm sorry for your loss,” she uttered swiftly, and then shocked both the rough looking men, and Sammy, by abruptly embracing Jeff. He rested his hand awkwardly on her shoulder, and she took a deep breath.
    “ Uh, thank you,” he said with a slight cough. “We should be on our way. But, if you happen to come across those supplies, please contact me.” He reached in his pocket and handed her a business card. Bekki's hand