was making her afternoon returnable can and bottle rounds. Her hair was a strawberry blond todayâshe never seemed to be able to settle on a hair color, but it was always a shade of red. The pickings had been slim for her, apparently, because she only had a couple of small bags filled up. Not surprising. This time of year the only tourists we got came on the weekend.
She waved me over.
Jack smiled. âThis is my cue to leave. Brenda wants to talk with you. Consider yourself kissed.â
âConsider yourself kissed too.â I felt a little stab. This was ridiculous. I was a grown woman and I was hidingâand not doing such a hot job of itâmy relationship with a perfectly suitable guy.
He folded down the backseat of his Jeep Wrangler and finished loading the boxes, which barely fit in the small compartment, and left.
I made my way over to Brenda. âHowâs it going?â I asked.
âCanât complain,â she said. âBusiness will pick up this weekend.â
âWhat can I do for you?â
She rearranged some cans that had fallen over, then looked up at me. âJust so you know, your mother-in-law asked me to keep an eye on you again.â
I rolled my eyes. This wasnât the first time Sophie had asked Brenda to spy on me. I couldnât even work up any anger about itâtoo much else was going on. âDid she pay you enough?â
Brenda smiled. Her teeth were a bit crooked, but her smile lit up her face. âNot enough for me not to tell you about it.â
I wondered if she wanted something in return. Weâd sort of bonded during my last adventure. Underneath the bad hair and the uneducated veneer, there was a savvy businesswoman that Iâd grown to admire. She was far more intelligent than anybody, including me up until a few weeks ago, gave her credit for. Something occurred to me. Caitlyn and Melanie.
âYou know weâve got a celebrity in town?â
She shrugged, but her eyes were calculating. âSure. That Melanie Ashley from the soaps.â
âHave you seen her?â
Brenda looked thoughtful, then reached into her cart and rearranged some of her hoard. âNot her. But that girl sheâs traveling with. Sheâs been back and forth from the Spa. Sheâs driving a black Beemer with tinted windows and she comes and goes from the public parking lot. Always playing with her phone.â Brenda shook open a fresh trash bag. âUnfriendly.â
âThanks.â
âAnytime.â
I walked back to the Bonaparte House, mulling over everything Brenda had told me. An hour later, after processing some paperwork for the restaurant and running some more Internet searches on Melanie, I was still mulling, more determined than ever to find out exactly what my mother and her assistant were doing in Bonaparte Bay. I pulled out my cell to call her, just as it started to buzz. Jack. âHi. Did you miss me?â I wasnât practiced at flirting, but I gave it the old college try.
âOf course,â he said. âBut thatâs not why I called.â There was a pause. âMy apartmentâs been broken into.â
I gulped. A memory of my own home being broken into flashed through my mind and I remembered the sick feeling of violation it had engendered. âWas anything taken?â
âWell, I havenât moved everything from my storage unit from my place in Oswego, so thereâs not a lot here. Just clothes, bedding, and some beer in the fridge.â He paused. âI went out to run some errands, and when I returned, I must have spooked whoever it was. I heard someone on the fire escape as I came in. He was gone by the time I got to the door and out onto the stairs.â
My heart leapt into my throat. I willed myself to calm down. Petty thefts happened all the time in the Bay, though less frequently when the tourists werenât around. âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine. But I
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