Solving the Mysterious Stranger. Mallory Kane

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СКАЧАТЬ worse, this year’s Boat Fest had drawn more people than usual—many of them curiosity-seekers who’d heard about all the trouble Raven’s Cliff had experienced throughout the summer. But as was true every year, a lot were boaters looking for the latest fancy yacht.

      Everywhere Amelia went, she steeled herself for the accusation she knew would come one day—Reginald Hopkins has lost it. He’s recycling old designs and calling them new.

      As they pushed through the crowd toward the bar, the bartender, Seamus Hannigan, nodded a greeting. His eyes crinkled at the corners, which pulled at the scar that ran from his chin up his jawline. His gaze followed Carrie.

      Amelia poked her friend in the ribs.

      “Stop it.” Carrie slapped at her hand.

      “Seamus is looking your way. Wink at him and get us a table.”

      Rita chuckled.

      “I mean it, Amelia,” Carrie said. “I’m totally not interested. I’ve never winked at a man and I’m sure not going to start now.”

      But even in the dim, smoky pub, Amelia didn’t miss Carrie’s flaming cheeks. She caught Rita’s eye. “Let’s sit at the bar then.”

      “There are only two seats,” Carrie protested.

      “I’ll stand,” Rita said.

      “I won’t be here long enough to sit,” Amelia said at the same time.

      They pushed through the crowd. Amelia guided Carrie to one empty chair and shot a look at Rita. With a shake of her blonde head, Rita sat next to Carrie.

      “I’ll have a decaf coffee,” Amelia told Rita, and glanced around. The atmosphere in the pub was cheerful—almost frantically so. Everyone was celebrating, and they had a right to, after the tragic summer.

      The din of conversation occasionally yielded up a coherent sentence fragment, most involving the mayor. Amelia closed her eyes and listened.

      “—ought to be kicked out of office. He took kickbacks while people were dying from the fish poison.”

      “—older folks are convinced the curse is back.”

      “—got to admit he stepped up—”

      “—then I said there’s no such thing as ghosts—”

      “Well, I feel sorry for him. He almost lost his daughter.”

      Amelia’s heart ached at the reminder that while the town was celebrating, her best friend Camille, Mayor Wells’s daughter, was lying helpless in a coma.

      No matter what the mayor had done, he loved his daughter. Amelia knew that. He’d just let his greed get the better of him.

      The townsfolk were divided—either condemning him for taking bribes or forgiving him because he’d done it for his only child.

      He’d tried to make up for his actions. He’d worked hard to beef up Raven’s Cliff’s annual Seafarer Boat Fest to celebrate the end of the nightmarish summer.

      The television mounted over the bar was tuned to the local news station. They were replaying Mayor Wells’s speech from earlier in the evening. His face looked pale and drawn, and his smile seemed pasted on as he praised the townspeople for their bravery and expressed sorrow for the four lovely young women who had died at the hands of the Seaside Strangler.

      As he mentioned their names, their photos flashed on the screen. Amelia hadn’t known Rebecca Johnson or Cora McDonald, and had only met Angela Wheeler once, but Sofia Lagios was Detective Andrei Lagios’s baby sister. Seeing her fresh, beautiful face sent a pang of sorrow through Amelia’s heart.

      As the mayor’s prerecorded voice encouraged the townspeople to enjoy the fireworks show, Rita pressed a steaming mug topped with whipped cream into Amelia’s hands.

      A cheer rose above the low murmur of voices in The Pub. Quite a few people stood and raised their glasses to the TV.

      Amelia followed suit then took a sip. Irish whiskey. She frowned. Rita had handed her the wrong mug.

      At that moment a pair of stone-cold gray eyes caught her gaze.

      Eyes like storm clouds. It was him. The stranger who’d run into her. He held a beer. Instead of raising his glass to the TV and the crowd, he saluted her.

      She wanted to look away—ignore him. But he was a man who could never be ignored. Her first impression of him still held—he wasn’t a sailor, not even a first mate—if he were on a ship, he’d be the captain.

      Pay heed to a dark, mysterious stranger with eyes like storm clouds and a haunted past.

      The fortune-teller’s words echoed in Amelia’s ears. She shivered.

      As if he could read her mind, he nodded, such a brief gesture she might have imagined it, then his wide, straight mouth tilted slightly at one corner. He saluted her again and lifted his glass to his lips.

      A hand touched her shoulder.

      She started.

      “Amelia. You’re jumpy tonight,” a familiar gravelly voice said.

      “Uncle Marvin, you sneaked up on me.” Amelia smiled at her father’s friend and mentor. Marvin Smith wasn’t her uncle, but he’d been like a father to her dad after his parents died.

      “How are you doing?”

      Marvin sighed. “I’ll be fine when the town is back to normal. Is your dad around?”

      She shook her head, ignoring the beguiling urge to look back in the direction of the gray-eyed stranger. “He’s at home, still recovering from that flu bug. I wouldn’t let him come. Mrs. Winston is keeping him supplied with chicken soup and hot tea.”

      Marvin shook his grizzled head. “Is he going to be able to meet with those people tomorrow?”

      Amelia almost smiled at the derision in his voice. Those people were a highly respected maritime organization who wanted to commission a fleet of fishing vessels from Hopkins Yachts.

      “He’ll be ready,” she said airily. She wanted so badly to tell Uncle Marvin about her dad’s illness, but Reginald Hopkins wasn’t willing to let anyone know about his heart attack and his resulting inability to design a new yacht. Not even his beloved mentor.

      She looked at her watch. “I need to get home. We’re getting up at six o’clock to make the trip into Bangor for the meeting.”

      Marvin’s thick brows drew down as he scowled. “Well, tell Reg to take his medicine and I’ll see him soon.”

      Medicine. “Oh, no! I forgot.”

      She reached around Carrie and set her mug on the bar. “I’ve got to find Frank. I was supposed to pick up a prescription refill this afternoon.”

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