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stepped outside Youngstown's Municipal Offices as the Budget rental car pulled into the lot. Mayor Patterson owed him one for this. No one on the village council had wanted this job, but not a single member was willing to allow Sarah Newton to roam the town unsupervised.
    Her reputation preceded her.
    By several hundred miles and endless newspaper headlines.
    "Ms. Newton?" Kale ordered a smile to go along with the cordial tone he managed. There was work he could be getting done. Running a decent-sized fleet of lobster boats kept him plenty busy. But, as Patterson had so graciously reminded him, he also had an obligation to the citizens and to the village. There would be times that obligation would need to take priority over all else. Like now. Since Kale was the first in all the generations of Youngstown Conners to hold a political office, he doubted his father would be particularly proud if he screwed it up this early in his new career.
    New… right. His
career
was the same as it had always been—pleasing everyone but himself.
    Get over it
. There were worse things. Doing the right thing was something to be proud of.
    "That's me." Newton thrust out her right hand.
    Kale gave her hand a quick, polite shake. Her grip was firm, self-assured. He'd expected nothing less. "Kale Conner. I'm certain you're anxious to get settled at the inn."
    Zipping her coat against the chill, she glanced around. "Actually, I'd like to go to the scene first." Her gaze reconnected with his. "If you'll give me directions, I'll be fine on my own. I wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone."
    The offer was tempting but he had his orders. "You're our guest, Ms. Newton. We—"
    "Sarah," she cut in.
    Kale hesitated.
    "That's what people call me," she explained, obviously mistaking his pause to modify his strategy for confusion at her suggestion. "At least in the beginning."
    He nodded. "Sarah," he repeated. "We appreciate what you've come here to do and we want to facilitate your efforts any way we can. I'm completely at your disposal." Good for him. He'd gotten out the whole backup spill without a glitch. He couldn't see any reason why she wouldn't grasp the logic in that explanation.
    Except maybe for the skeptical look in her eyes. Clearly he'd needed a Plan C. She was nowhere near convinced of his sincerity or the sensibleness of his offer. Great.
    "That's very nice of you, but I'm used to working alone."
    He just bet she was. She had that whole martyr-with-a-cause attitude about her, from the defiant tilt of her chin to the wide set of her feet. At all of five three or four, maybe ninety lean pounds, and full of spit and fire, she was ready for battle. Blond hair hugged her neck and would probably hug her face if it weren't so haphazardly tucked beneath a black ski cap. Shaggy gold wisps curled this way and that. But it was the eyes that put him on guard. Bluer than any body of water he'd navigated, and he'd navigated plenty. Intense, high-octane blue. And totally suspicious of his motives.
    "But leaving you to fend for yourself wouldn't be very neighborly of me."
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. "I insist on making your visit here as pleasant as possible."
    That analyzing gaze she skillfully wielded claimed another few seconds to complete its scrutiny of him, then she presented half a smile. "You mean you don't trust me so you want to babysit me."
    Well, hell. "Ms. Newton—Sarah—" he amended, "we've had a murder. The first in twenty years." The irritation he'd kept tightly compartmentalized seeped past his guard. She didn't want him hanging around and, in truth, he had better things to do. But that was just too bad for both of them. "We've got an eighteen-year-old girl missing. We want her found and this case solved. The whole village is living in fear of who might be next and, so far, the police don't have a shred of evidence, much less a suspect. If you can figure this thing out, I'm all for it. So's the rest of the town."
    As if she'd