seems sweet. And smart.â
âSheâs quite the gal, I agree. Weâve taken to dining together every evening. Youâll join us sometime soon, I hope.â
âOf course.â
âThe dinner tasted fine, by the way. Very nice winter stew, excellent stuffed squash. Not many residents partook of the salad, but Marilyn and I very much enjoyed it. The almonds in it were a nice touch. And the apple-almond cake? A perfect ending.â
âI forgot to even ask. Iâm glad it went well. The cook must have decided to throw in the almonds on the salad. Nonlocal ones, of course.â
âI should think the residence will want to buy from you regularly once the season gets under way. But thatâs not my decision, of course.â
âThanks. Well, good night, Uncle Albert.â
He said good night and disconnected.
âSorry. Rules of conduct.â Pete let out a heavy breath. âDonât share scanner news with civilians. Which you are.â He drummed his fingers on his knee. âIt wonât be easy hanging out with me, Cam. You might want to reconsider this, whatever weâre doing.â
âI quite like this whatever. â Cam snuggled into his arm. The poor soul at Moran Manor wasnât Albert or, apparently, Marilyn. Camâs jitters were gone. She noticed that Peteâs werenât. His work still loomed.
âHe didnât know who died, I gather?â he asked.
âNo. He said an ambulance had taken someone away. Oh, and that Ruth Dodge is there.â
He nodded. âShe must be the officer on duty tonight. Youâre friends with her. Remind me how you know her.â
âI spent every summer with Great-Aunt Marie and Great-Uncle Albert. I stayed with them on the farm from the time I was six until I went off to college. Ruth grew up nearby, and we played together all summer long. Playing when we were teenagers involved hanging out at Salisbury Beach and hunting for boys, of course, and getting in various kinds of minor trouble.â
âMinor trouble?â
Cam snorted. âI was the foolish geek, and she was the clown, but a sensible clown who kept our trouble to the minor sort.â
Peteâs phone sat on the coffee table. It vibrated twice, then twice again, then twice again. He gave Cam a baleful glance and sat forward to answer it.
âPappas.â He listened for a moment. âIâll be there in twenty. Thank you, Officer.â He disconnected. âThe life of a statie is never really his own. I hope you can get used to this.â He held out his arms to Cam.
She sank into them. She burrowed her face into his neck and inhaled his scentâa combination of olive oil, aftershave, and manâand murmured, âI have so far.â
He kissed her and then untangled the two of them. He tossed down the rest of both coffees.
âIâll clean up in the kitchen,â Cam said. âYou go on.â
âYouâre a treasure.â He squeezed her hand and stood.
âCall me when you can.â She also stood. âAnd stay safe.â
âYou give me great motivation to do exactly that.â
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âI know Frank,â Cam said to Ruth Dodge over the telephone line. Sheâd called her the moment she arrived home from Peteâs at a little after eight. âIâm not mistaken.â She leaned over from where she sat on her couch to stroke Preston as she spoke.
âI havenât seen him or heard from him since last summer. Did you get any idea of where heâs been living, or what heâs living on, for that matter?â
âNo. I didnât talk to him directly. He sort of demanded to see Bev Montgomery.â
Ruth didnât respond for a moment. âThatâs interesting,â she said at last.
âI didnât realize he did art photography. He has a real talent for it.â
âWhat?â
âThereâs a black-and-white photograph of Moran Manor
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