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the direction of the front door. Then she slowly put down the plate she’d been washing and dried her hands. She walked tentatively into the entry, wondering what else the universe could possibly have in store for her today.
    A short, balding man in a rumpled pinstripe suit stood by the desk, his smarmy face alight with a triumphant smile. Allie closed her eyes briefly, hoping that when she opened them he would have disappeared or turned into something less disturbing, like a pack of zombies chanting “Brains!” as they stumbled through her house looking for snacks.
    “Allie Cat!” He held out his arms as if expecting her to throw herself into them with joy.

Chapter 4
     
    It was the last person in the world Allie wanted to see. She wanted to run the other way but instead forced herself to take a step forward and say, “What are you doing here, Charlie?”
    Charlie’s smile didn’t fade at her lack of enthusiasm. He gestured toward the array of suitcases and equipment bags at his feet. “I’m staying here,” he told her cheerfully, winking as if they were sharing some kind of joke.
    It didn’t seem much like a joke to Allie. “No, you’re not,” she said flatly. “And who told you about this place?”
    “A mutual acquaintance,” he said smoothly, opening the guest book that still sat on the reception desk and pulling a pen out of his pocket.
    She reached over and slammed the book closed before he could start writing in it and make his presence real. It still seemed possible that he might be just a ghastly hallucination. Maybe this whole day was nothing but a nightmare that she would wake up from in a minute. She resisted the urge to pinch herself as they stared at each other.
    Then his eyes went past her, and she turned to see Jane coming toward them, a sly expression on her face. She smiled at them both, saying, “My, my, if it isn’t Charlie Wayne. How are you, Charlie? It’s been a long time.” She held out her hand, and Allie had the unsettling feeling that if Charlie hadn’t obviously known it was her place, it would have seemed as if Jane was the owner. She glanced down at her T-shirt and shorts, determined to start dressing more like a B and B owner than a downstairs maid.
    Charlie shook hands with Jane, glancing briefly at Allie. “Nice to see you again, Jane,” he said casually. “I didn’t know you and Allie were acquainted.”
    Jane gave him a tinkling laugh, for some reason making Allie feel like she was in a play of some kind. Maybe Jane would turn up dead in the next act, Allie thought with a guilty sense of hope. Or, even better, maybe Charlie could be the corpse and Jane would turn out to be the murderer.
    “I just met her this morning,” Jane confided, as if it were a secret of some kind. “But as you know, I was a very, very close friend of her father’s.” She winked at Allie, making her want to shudder. Everyone seemed determined to force her into conversations about her father’s sex life, which was the last thing she wanted to be thinking about. Or the second to last, anyway.
    But maybe it was better than what Charlie wanted to talk to her about. She put the guest book in the desk drawer and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Wayne. We don’t have any openings at the moment. I can recommend several places in town that would be much better for you. Have a nice day.”
    Jane laughed again. “My dear, there are plenty of rooms available. And you really can’t afford to turn down business, can you? Come with me, Charlie, and I’ll show you what she and Karl have been doing with the place.” They walked off together toward the staircase, Allie staring after them in horror. If she’d had a gun handy she would have been severely tempted to take them both out, but as it was she had no idea how she could stop them from just settling in and taking over her life. They were obviously going to ignore her hints and requests to leave. And Jane was right. She really couldn’t afford to