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along very well. They had a huge blowout when Pop decided he was going to go out and bring back what was his—meaning my mother—Shane was only eighteen at the time and I guess he had to conduct his own search or something.”
    “What about you?” Savannah asked. “Why can’t you find them? You’re a sheriff.”
    “They don’t want to be found,” Seth said with conviction. “I spent two years contacting every jurisdiction in the country. If people want to disappear, they can.”
    Savannah suddenly sat back down in the chair and offered her rapt attention. “Do you really think so? Do you really think a person can’t be found?”
    Seth added this apparent interest in missing persons to his list. “Sure. If they’re careful.”
    “Yes, I guess a person would have to be very careful not to be found,” she mused, her expressionfaraway. Suddenly, she returned to the here and now and asked, “Are we finished?”
    “For now,” Seth said. “I’ll be out to your place tonight to take a look at that social security card.”
    “My place?” she repeated, apparently stunned. “I’ll just bring it to you tomorrow.”
    “No,” he said more forcefully, “I’ll come to you.”
    Seth moved to the window to watch Savannah walk back to Olive’s. He also watched as she stopped to use the pay phone in front of the post office. He stood in the shadows of the venetian blinds as she spent several animated minutes on the phone. Next, he watched as she put several more coins in the telephone, covered the mouthpiece, appeared to listen for a second, then hang up. She was one incredibly secretive, strange, but very beautiful woman.
    Seth moved back to his desk and called the phone company to ask for the LUDs for the pay phone Savannah had just used. If she was going to be secretive, he was going to have to work that much harder to prove—
    Prove what? he asked himself. The answer was simple and immediate. To prove she wasn’t a killer. Because that’s what he wanted. She was what he wanted.
     
    “N O WAY !” Savannah insisted firmly just after her return to the shop.
    “Bill Grayson is an old friend of Junior’s. They went to school together!” Olive argued.
    “Olive, the last two times you’ve set me up on a date, the men have become corpses.”
    “Oh, pooh,” Olive dismissed with a wave of her gnarled hand. “I know you didn’t kill them.”
    “If Bill Grayson is a family friend, then why don’t you set him up with someone else?”
    “Like who?”
    “Taylor Reese,” Savannah suggested. “I’ve had coffee with her at the university. She’s nice, attractive—”
    “Way too young,” Olive said after considering it. “The Landry’s housekeeper is too immature, too flighty. Bill is over forty. Besides, all I’m asking you to do is have dinner with him at the inn.”
    “No.”
    “Savannah?” Olive pleaded, “Please? How about if I send Junior along, too? He can sit at the bar and watch over the two of you? You won’t have to leave the inn. You just have a nice dinner in plain view of all the patrons. Junior will be there to make sure nothing happens to Bill or you.”
    To me? A shiver danced along her spine. Jasper was supposed to be a safe haven. Right? Savannah closed her eyes. She knew her determination was slipping away. Olive and Junior were the closest thing she had to family.
    She looked sternly at the shop owner. “First, you have to tell Bill about my last two dates.”
    “Already did that,” Olive returned with a smile. “Once I told him what a beauty you were, he didn’t seem to mind.”
    “Second, Junior has to stay at the bar the whole time. And he has to walk me to my car afterward.”
    “Done.”
    Savannah blew out a breath. “What time?”
    “Eight.”
    Savannah checked her watch. She had less than two hours to drive to her cabin, change and be at the inn on time.
    As if sensing her calculations, Olive said, “Run along. And wear your new dress,” she added, handing