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their food, Sarah remained at the bar, chatting with the bartender.

      The others asked him more questions as they ate; he answered some and deftly sidestepped others.

      Finally he managed to turn the conversation away from himself and learned that Will had grown up in St. Augustine, as had Caroline. Renee had been there about seven years, having fallen in love with the city while attending college over in Gainesville. Barry was the latecomer. He’d done historical tours in Chicago, his hometown, and Charleston, before seeing an ad for docents for the museum.

      “I love it here,” he told Caleb. “It gets chilly enough in winter for me to feel like there’s been a change of season, but we pretty much never get snow, and even then, it’s just a few flakes that melt on contact. It’s a big deal when it happens, though, it’s so rare. And because we’re on the water, even summer is usually cool enough, better than a lot of other places. So I’m staying here for sure.”

      “Seems like a pretty laid-back town,” Caleb said.

      “Hey,” Caroline protested. “We have plenty of nightlife. And if it’s not exciting enough for you here, pop back onto the highway. In twenty minutes you’re on the outskirts of Jacksonville. A few hours in the other direction and you’re in Orlando, surrounded by theme parks.”

      “So where is home to you, Caleb?” Renee asked, breaking in before Caroline’s lecture really got going.

      “Virginia,” Caleb said.

      “So is this your first trip to St. Augustine?” Caroline asked, and he thought she seemed a little bit suspicious, even slightly troubled.

      “Yes,” he assured her.

      “Hmm.”

      “Why?” he asked her.

      “I don’t know. I could just swear I’d met you, or at least seen you, somewhere before, that’s all.”

      “Who knows? Maybe in another life,” Will said, and yawned. “I’ve got work tomorrow, gang. I’ve got to get going.”

      They all rose in unison just as Sarah returned to the table. “Sorry, guys. Al and I just started talking and I lost track. Looks like I missed dinner,” she added, staring at the lasagne congealing on her plate.

      “Looks like,” Caroline said. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She started for the door.

      “Hey, wait, I’m walking you home,” Will called after her. He gave the others an apologetic look. “She’s a blonde…. I don’t want her out there alone at night.”

      “Good call, stick with her,” Sarah told him.

      “Don’t go thinking that just because you’re a brunette, that makes you safe,” Will said quietly to Sarah, then gave Caleb a speaking look before racing after Caroline.

      “I’ll see Renee home safe and sound,” Barry said cheerfully, and something in the way he looked at her told Caleb that the two had been an item for a long time.

      “We might as well head out, too,” Sarah told Caleb when the others were gone.

      “What about the check?”

      “It’s covered,” she assured him.

      “That’s nice, but I pay my own way,” he told her. “Besides, I can expense it.”

      “I’m so happy to hear we’re a business expense,” Sarah said.

      He let out a sigh of aggravation, staring at her. “What the hell is it with you? You’re the one who invited me here.”

      She was quiet for a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. Anyway, don’t worry about paying. Al—the bartender—told me that Harry was here earlier, saw us and told our waitress not to give us a check. So we were all Harry’s guests tonight. And I have to show up to work tomorrow morning, too, so I need to get going.”

      “Let’s go, then.”

      She waved to several people as they left, and a few called out to her in return, but at least no one was asking her about the grisly find in her house.

      Even so, he was certain that the whispering would start as soon as they were gone.

      They walked in silence for a few minutes. “So what will you be doing tomorrow?” she eventually asked him.

      “Heading to Jacksonville,” he said.

      She looked over at him. “You think your missing girl is in Jacksonville?”

      “No. I think she’s here. And I think Winona Hart is going to be found here, too—eventually. But I want to go to the agency where Jennie rented her car. I would have done that today, but I had the opportunity to go on the dive, and I didn’t want to miss it.”

      “There is the possibility that she just drove off into the sunset,” Sarah said.

      “No. She didn’t get insurance on the car because her parents had insurance that already covered her. If she’d been planning on just taking off with the car, she’d have bought insurance so that her parents wouldn’t be liable,” he said.

      “You overestimate people,” Sarah said. “If she was depressed or upset about something, she wouldn’t have been thinking about insurance.”

      “But she wasn’t depressed, and she wasn’t upset.”

      “How can you be so certain?”

      “I talked to her parents.”

      “The parents are often the last to know,” she reminded him.

      “Not these parents.”

      She was still skeptical, he could see, but he didn’t argue with her.

      “Do you really think you can read people that well?” she asked at last.

      “Not always, but sometimes? Yes.”

      “Some people wear very convincing masks,” Sarah pointed out.

      “Very true.”

      “So how do you deal with that?” she asked.

      “All masks crack with time, or under the right heat,” he said. “So what about you? What will you be doing tomorrow?”

      “Oh, I’ll be going to work. I need the money more than ever now,” she said, her tone slightly resentful.

      “You’re not going to hang at home, hovering over your property?”

      “I’ll let them tramp around a while on their own. Then I’ll get involved,” she said.

      They had reached the B&B. Caleb used his key to open the front door instead of going around the side to his private entrance. “Thanks for inviting me tonight,” he said.

      “I’m glad you could come,” she answered, but there wasn’t a lot of warmth in her words. They were courteous, spoken by rote.

      “Well, have a good day at work tomorrow. And…hey.”

      “Hey what?”

      “Be careful. Something does seem to be going on around here,” he said.

      She smiled. “I’m not a blonde. And I’m sure not about to run out and buy a big bottle of bleach right now.”

      “Two blondes have gone missing, true. But that fact might be coincidence. If the two disappearances are connected, the real link might be something else entirely,” Caleb said. “Everyone needs to be careful right now. No one knows yet what links the missing girls.”

      She smiled. “I’ll be careful. And I’ll see you at breakfast, anyway.”

      “Right.”

      She hadn’t headed toward her room yet. The light coming from the

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