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half-open door. She couldn’t resist taking a peek inside. Glancing back at the house to make sure Earl wasn’t watching her, she walked over and stood just outside the barn door. Shading her eyes against the sun, she squinted into the dark interior.
    On the right was a shiny speedboat on a trailer. She knew Earl moored his old, run-down lobster boat at Perkins Cove, but she never knew he had a speedboat.  
    Next to the boat was a Suburban. It looked to be in good condition—not this year’s model, though—probably a few years old.
    Jolene chewed her bottom lip as she stared at the car and boat. From what she knew about Earl, he didn’t have enough money for these expensive items, not to mention the big television and theatre seating in his house. Even though the items seemed to be years old, and he could have bought them used, things still didn’t add up.
    “I heard you talkin’ ta Earl,” a soft voice said in Jolene’s ear. She whirled around to see Earl’s wife, Mae, standing at the corner of the barn. A worn white t-shirt hung from her tiny frame. The bottom of the shirt came almost down to her knees, but didn’t quite cover the holes in her faded jeans. She held a planter with freshly planted purple pansies in her lime-green, gardening-gloved hands.
    “Hi, Mae. You startled me,” Jolene said.
    “Sorry, child.” Mae’s eyes slid over to the house. Her face was deeply etched with the lines of hard work and harsh Maine winters. Jolene knew she was probably only in her late fifties, but she looked twenty years older. She guessed being married to Earl had probably sped up the aging process.  
    “I heard what Earl told ya’ about yer ma.”
    “Yes,” Jolene prompted.
    “I always liked Johanna.” Mae’s eyes clouded. “She was always nice to me even when others weren’t.”
    “I remember that about her.” Jolene’s heart warmed, remembering how her mother was always kind to anyone, no matter what their circumstances or how the townspeople felt about them.
    “Anyway,” Mae leaned closer to Jolene and lowered her voice. “What Earl said … I don’t know if it’s the whole truth.”
    Jolene’s brows shot up. “Really? What is the truth?”
    “Well, I’m not sure ‘bout that.” Mae’s voice was barely above a whisper now, her eyes darting nervously back to the house. “But I might know where you can find out.”
    The front door to the house opened and Mae’s face took on a look of terror.
    “Mae? What ‘cha telling that girl?” Earl bellowed from the doorway.
    “Nuttin’, Earl, just trading planting tips for the season,” Mae said, backing away from Jolene.
    Jolene’s heart plummeted. She grabbed Mae’s elbow.  
    “Wait,” she whispered, hoping Earl couldn’t hear her. “How can I find out the truth?”
    Mae glanced wide-eyed at the house, then turned back to Jolene and mouthed the words, “Andrea June.”
    Jolene released Mae’s elbow and Mae scurried toward the house, setting the potted plant down on the steps as she scooted past Earl and into the living room.
    Earl glared at Jolene from the doorway.  
    “You best be goin’ now.” He jerked his chin toward Jolene’s car.
    “Right. See ya.” Jolene hopped into her car, turned the engine over and drove off without even a glance in the rear-view mirror.
    As she pulled out onto the road, she felt a ray of hope—she’d been given a clue that might help her find out the truth about her mother’s death.  
    There was just one problem with the clue. She had no idea who the heck Andrea June was or where she could find her.

Chapter Five

    By the time Jolene got back to the office, the village was abuzz with activity and she had to park in the public parking lot one street over. As she made her way down the street, the familiar prickle at the back of her neck caused her stomach to tighten. She slowed her pace, then stopped in front of a boutique, pretending to admire the bright yellow bathing suit in the