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bouillabaisse.”
    “Here?”
    “Sitting right there in the dining room.”
    I followed the bony, shaky finger as she
pointed over to a lone bowl sitting on a table in the middle of the room.
    “She bounced in, ponytail keeping pace
swinging from side-to-side, full of life. Left cold and stiff in a black bag.”
    “That’s terrible,” I said “Was she young?”
    “Round about your age.”
    “I don’t think I met her,” I said trying
to place the name with a face.
    “You didn’t. She had come in for lunch.”
    “I thought you only served breakfast and
dessert here.” I frowned.
    “Not on Fridays. On Fridays we serve
breakfast, dessert and lunch.”
    “Do you ever serve dinner?”
    “No.”
     “Well, where is that FBI guy?” I peered around
through the crowd hoping he wasn’t still around.
    “You don’t know much about the law do you,
Missy.”
    “I’m . . . Logan,” I said placing my hand
on my chest. “Remember?”
    “I know your name. I’m just saying the FBI
wouldn’t be in charge of something like this unless it happened on federal
property. You know places like banks, national parks or federally owned land.”
She eyed me curiously and then pushed her glasses back up her nose.
    “I didn’t mean that.”
    Really, what I wanted to know was had he
been looking for me. I was nervous about any video tape recording being found showing
me running around Track Rock Gap like a lunatic. But I couldn’t let her know
that.
    “I was just asking,” I said and changed
the subject. “So Renmar must have known this Gemma well. She seems pretty
upset.”
    “No. Not really.” Her nonchalant
expression never changing. “Gemma used to live here in Yasamee when she was
growing up and then she moved away. Just came back recently. Can’t say that Renmar
knew much of her other than that girl loved her bouillabaisse.”
    “Then why is she crying?” I watched as
Hazel Cobb nestled Renmar on her shoulder and stroked her head. She was
sniffling and saying something indecipherable between sobs.
    “Gemma Burke died while eating her fish
stew. Stands to reason she’d be upset. Everyone is going to think that Renmar’s
dish must’ve poisoned her.” She pulled her sunglasses down on her nose again.
“Don’t you see all these people? In the house? All along the walkway out front?
Probably the whole town has come out. Renmar’s worried. She doesn’t want word
to get around that her famous bouillabaisse is lethal.”
    I nodded and made a mental note not to eat
anything else out of Renmar’s kitchen. Too bad because she made the best food
I’d ever eaten.
    “She wasn’t poisoned though,” Miss Vivee
said matter-of-factly.
    “How do you know?”
    “I know Renmar’s bouillabaisse.”
    “Maybe the girl had a heart attack or
something?” I suggested.
    “Good Lord, no,” Miss Vivee said keeping
her eyes trained on all the goings on. “Although the way she was always out
running like somebody was chasing her, dressed in those stretchy clothes, I’m
surprised that her heart didn’t burst open from all the exercise.”
    “She jogged?”
    No answer from Miss Vivee, just a look that
asked was I was slow.
    “You don’t think jogging is good for you?”
I asked.
    Thought I’d try a different approach.
    “If people were supposed to go around
running for miles, God would’ve put them on that speed from the word go. No one
has any business moving that fast. For nothing.”
    I laughed. “I’m with you on that.”
    Miss Vivee lowered her voice. “Gemma
Burke’s death wasn’t natural. I can assure you of that.”
    “You don’t think so?”
    “I know so,” she said and stroked her dogs
head. “That girl was murdered.”
    “Oh my.” A chill ran up my spine. “That
would be terrible if it were true.”
    “It is true.” She pushed Cat off her lap,
took off her sunglasses and turned to me. Her whole expression changed. “Oh,
but you missed all the hullabaloo,” she was suddenly animated, her