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late on Friday night because there had been a festival in the city-and Craig Beckett had agreed with his fellows in the business association that his museum should remain open until midnight. David had come in with the first tour just after nine the next morning.
    And Tanya’s body had been discovered.
    David understood that, to many, he might well appear guilty as all hell.
    But he had an alibi.
    He’d been at the museum the night before, filling in for Danny Zigler then, too. But it was a small museum. It was only open for tours. There had been times between tours, people reckoned, when he might have slipped out. Or, according to others, the coroner might have been wrong. He might have left the museum and gone to quickly kill Tanya before returning home.
    Think about it. Just how long did it take for a tall, muscular man to strangle the life out of a small, trusting woman?
    Luckily, the coroner wouldn’t be called wrong. He insisted on the time of Tanya’s death.
    And there were enough tourists to swear that David couldn’t have gone far in between the tours.
    And after? David and his grandfather had stayed up until nearly four, engaged in a chess match. Then they’d even fallen asleep watching a movie in the den; his grandmother had come in to throw blankets over the two of them. By seven in the morning, the family had been engaged in breakfast. David knew many people believed that his grandparents had just been covering for him, but the one thing that gave David strength was the fact that he had been with his grandparents, and they did know that he was innocent.
    Craig had tried to maintain the museum. But when everyone coming in had wanted to know about Tanya and little else about the history of the island, he had given it up at last. He had cared for the place, but he had closed its doors to the public. He had dreamed of the right time to reopen it.
    Now his grandfather was gone. They would never reopen the museum. Tomorrow, he’d talk to Liam about selling off the characters. He knew many were made with fine craftsmanship and were valuable. Then work could be done to restore the house, and it would definitely be a valuable commodity.
    So what the hell was he doing here himself?
    He’d had to come. And he’d found himself staring at the exhibit, wishing he remembered more about Tanya and yet aware that the sight of her on Elena’s bed was permanently embedded in his memory. Nothing of the girl herself. Everything about the horror of her death.
    And now, this girl, standing there staring at him, her scream just an echo in their minds.
    “Who the hell are you and what in hell are you doing here?” he demanded.
    The girl flushed. She was an exceptionally attractive young woman, early to midtwenties, with deep auburn hair, long and loose down her back, and, even in the muted light, eyes so startlingly hazel they seemed to be gold. Her features were cleanly cut and beautiful, and her body, clad in jeans and a T-shirt that advertised a local bar, was lean and well formed. There was something familiar about her, but he wasn’t sure what or why.
    She stared at him, obviously recovering herself. Her cheeks were red at first, but then she appeared to be angry, as well.
    “Who are you, and what the hell are you doing here?” she demanded in return.
    “What?” he snapped.
    “You heard me-I asked who you are, and what in hell you’re doing here,” she said, an edge of real anger in her voice.
    He stared at her incredulously.
    “Are you drunk?” he demanded.
    “No! Are you?”
    He walked around from the rear of the exhibit to accost her. She stepped back warily, as if ready to run out of the room.
    Good. He was tempted to come closer and shout, “Boo!”
    He didn’t.
    “I’m here because I own the place,” he told her. “And you’re trespassing. You have about two seconds to get out of here, and then I’m going to call the police.”
    “You are absolutely full of it,” she told him. “I own this