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long legs to the café counter, lean on it, chat with Nell. “Ripley’s another common surname on the island.”
    “Yes, she’s Zack’s sister. Their mother was a Ripley. They have long ties, on both sides of their family, to the Sisters. Very long ties,” Mia repeated. “If you’re looking for a cynic to weigh in on your research, Ripley’s your girl.”
    Unable to resist, Mia caught Ripley’s attention and motioned her over.
    Ordinarily Ripley would merely have sneered and walked in the opposite direction. But a strange face on the island usually bore checking out.
    A good-looking guy, she thought as she strolled over. In a bookish kind of way. As soon as the thought hit, her brows drew together. Bookish. Mia’s doctor of freakology.
    “Dr. MacAllister Booke, Deputy Ripley Todd.”
    “Nice to meet you.” He got to his feet, surprising Ripley with his length as he unfolded himself from the chair. Most of his height, she judged, was leg.
    “I didn’t know they gave out degrees for the study of crapola.”
    “Isn’t she adorable?” Mia beamed. “I was just telling Mac that he should interview you for your narrow, closed mind. After all, it wouldn’t take much time.”
    “Yawn.” Ripley hooked her thumbs in her pockets and studied Mac’s face. “I don’t think I’d have much to say that you’d want to hear. Mia’s the goddess of woo-woo stuff around here. You have any questions about the practicalities of day-to-day life on the island, you can usually find me or the sheriff around.”
    “Appreciate it. Oh, I’ve only got a master’s in crapola. Haven’t finished my thesis on that one yet.”
    Her lips twitched. “Cute. That your Rover out front?”
    “Yes.” Had he left the keys in it again? he wondered, already patting pockets. “Is there a problem?”
    “No. Nice ride. I’m going to grab some lunch.”
    “She isn’t abrasive and annoying on purpose,” Mia said when Ripley walked away. “She was born that way.”
    “It’s okay.” He sat again, picked up his meal where he’d left off. “I get a lot of that kind of thing.” He nodded at Mia. “I imagine you do, too.”
    “Now and then. You’re awfully well adjusted and affable, aren’t you, Dr. MacAllister Booke?”
    “Afraid so. It’s pretty boring.”
    “I don’t think so.” Mia picked up her tea, studied him over the rim. “No, I don’t think so at all.”

    Mac left his things in the Rover and did a solo walk-through of the yellow cottage. He’d assured Mia he didn’t need her to come along. The fact was, he wanted to get afeel of the place without her. She had a strong and distracting presence.
    It was small, charmingly quaint, and heads above the majority of accommodations he usually had on a research jaunt. He knew a lot of people thought he was a man more suited to a dark and dusty library. He often was, but he was just as much at home in a tent in the jungle, so long as he had enough battery power for his equipment.
    The living room here was small and cozy, with a sofa that looked comfortably broken in and a little fireplace already set for lighting. He decided to take care of that first and patted his pockets absently before he saw the box of wooden matches on the narrow mantel.
    Grateful for small favors, he got the fire going and continued on his tour. Because he talked to himself habitually, his voice echoed a bit.
    “Two bedrooms. That one’ll do for a sub-office. I think I’m going to set up primarily in the living room. Kitchen’ll do if I get desperate enough to cook. Nell Todd.”
    He dug in his pockets again, came up with the business card for Sisters Catering that he’d taken from the café counter. He laid it in the middle of the stove where he would see it if he thought about cooking.
    He looked out the windows, appreciating the woods that tucked in close and the lack of other houses. He often worked odd hours. Here he didn’t have any neighbors close enough to complain.
    He tossed the