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found the Shaun Cassidy record? Now, that would be embarrassing.
    â€œThere is energy at the Bonaparte House, but there are no earthbound human spirits.” Liza could be a little scary sometimes. What the heck did that mean?
    â€œWell, that’s comforting, I guess.”
    â€œHere, have something to eat.” She passed me an antique silver platter loaded with plump green grapes, a soft goat cheese, and a warm, fragrant loaf of sliced French bread. Where had she gotten a fresh baguette at eight thirty at night on an island when I knew the cook had gone home hours ago? The sight of the luscious vittles reminded me that in my rush to leave the restaurant and get out of the way of the investigators, I had neglected to eat dinner. I spread some cheese onto a piece of bread with a mother-of-pearl-handled knife, scarfed it down, and ate another. I recognized the cheese as a local artisanal variety that was made by gray-bearded throwbacks over at the communal farm at Rossie (which we locals pronounced with the accent on the second syllable—“Raw-SEE”) a few miles away. They’d been there since the seventies and apparently weren’t going anywhere.
    â€œHave you heard from Cal? How is she doing in Greece?” Her attempt to distract me was obvious, and I appreciated it.
    â€œI got an e-mail a couple of days ago. She says the archaeological dig is a lot of physical work, but she’s having a wonderful time. She’s dating a Greek boy Sophie’s sister set her up with.”
    â€œYou must miss her.”
    â€œI do. We e-mail and talk on the phone a few times a week, but it isn’t the same as having her with me.” I sighed. “I know she’s happy, so I try to be happy for her.”
    â€œI had Keith over here today working in the boathouse. He’s looking well.” Liza handed me a plate of rich-looking, dark chocolate truffles dusted in cocoa powder. I popped a whole one into my mouth and let it melt luxuriously on my tongue, savoring the creamy, sweet-bitter taste as long as I could before I swallowed.
    â€œYes, I guess so.” I didn’t want to talk about Keith.
    â€œAre you seeing much of him?”
    I sucked in another truffle. At this rate the whole plate would be gone in ten minutes and I’d need a glucose meter and an insulin injection.
    â€œWell, I’ve been to his shop to look at his chairs, and we have coffee down at the Express-o Bean every once in a while, if that’s what you mean.” The name wasn’t a clever sobriquet indicating a place where you could get a quick cup of strong coffee. North Country business owners were often rather bad spellers and even worse pronouncers.
    â€œMm-hmm.” Her expertly tweezed eyebrows rose.
    â€œCindy is going to call everyone in town tomorrow morning about me being out in a boat with him tonight.”
    â€œI don’t think so.”
    â€œWhat makes you say that?”
    â€œBecause it’s all over town tonight. Cindy called Midge at the T-Shirt Emporium and Midge called me before you got here. She told me that you and Keith had been doing it in his boat inside the Devil’s Oven when you discovered the body. By the way, if you’re looking for your black lace thong, it fell overboard, floated away, and got tangled up in Dom’s gold chains.”
    I felt my face heat up with either embarrassment or anger; I wasn’t sure which. Like I would ever intentionally wear a piece of underwear in my butt crack! The thought was horrifying . . . wasn’t it? I’d have to figure out a way to do some damage control. Sophie was going to have a bird. She might believe me that I had not been having semipublic sex with Keith, but she would be in a state over the insult to “her” reputation that the gossip would cause. Spiro, of course, could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, with anyone he wanted. She could ignore his little dalliances