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bus.”
    Clara couldn’t help a rueful smile. “Well, she did say she was trying to catch the Mittleford bus. How were we to know that she meant the bus coming from Mittleford and not going to it?”
    Stephanie nodded. “I shall never forget her banging on the window as the bus drove by.”
    Clara laughed. “Well, at least the driver stopped and let her off before she got too far. Good thing she realized she was going the wrong way before she got all the way into Mittleford.”
    “Not so good that she yelled at us and nearly chased us down the street.” Stephanie tilted her head to one side. “So, we’re going to check out Scott’s death?”
    Clara gave in. “All right. I’ll think about it. But let’s wait a day or two and see what happens with Dan. If he hasn’t changed his mind about it being an accident by then, we’ll ask some questions, though I haven’t the faintest idea where we’d start.”
    “I’m sure the Sense will tell you.”
    Clara jumped as the door suddenly opened and Molly stuck her head in. “Things have calmed down a bit now,” she said, opening the door wider. “I’m going to take a break.”
    “Right.” Clara shot what she hoped was a warning look at Stephanie. “We were just discussing the spring sale. I’ll take over for you now.”
    “And I have to go home.” Stephanie followed her outside. “Call me later?”
    Clara gave her a nod and headed up the aisle to the counter.
    She was busy enough most of the afternoon, which helped to keep her mind off the death on the construction site. It was during the dinnertime lull that she finally had time to take a break in the Nook.
    Seated in a deep, comfy armchair, a mug of steaming coffee by her side, she stretched out her aching feet. Now that she had the opportunity to dwell on it, her heart went out to Scott Delwyn’s wife. Karen Delwyn was a frequent customer at the Raven’s Nest. Both her daughters were avid readers and loved all things paranormal. The sixth and seventh graders loved the Raven’s Nest.
    Every time they came in they checked out the lifesize figure of the fortune-teller, gazing into her crystal ball, hoping to see something in there. They fingered the rows of colored beads, and called out to the stuffed raven perched on the light fixture. They fought each other to stand in the reflection of the swirling crystals on their golden cords, and often their mother would have to order them out of the store when it was time to leave. In a lot of ways, they reminded Clara of her childhood and growing up with Stephanie.
    Clara felt a deep ache spread across her chest. How awful it must be for them all, to lose a husband and father. Her fingers curled in her lap. Stephanie was right: if Scott Delwyn’s death wasn’t an accident, they must find whoever was responsible and make him pay for depriving those little girls of a father.
    Her throat grew tight. She’d lost her own father a few years ago, and she still felt the pain at times. She could hardly imagine the agony Scott’s family was going through now.
    So deep in thought was she that she failed to notice the chime of the front doorbell or the customer approaching until a deep voice murmured, “Well, there you are. I thought you’d all gone home.”
    Looking up, her heart gave the little leap it always did at the sight of Rick Sanders. She and Rick had become good friends, drawn even closer now that she was taking care of Tatters. Although she had practically adopted the dog, she still thought of him as belonging to Rick. Part of that, she knew, was because she enjoyed the bond it formed between them.
    It was a comfortable bond—close enough that she could take pleasure in Rick’s company without the pressure and uncertainties of a romantic involvement. She’d been content with that, for a long time. She’d returned from New York with a broken heart, and she wasn’t ready to trust it again to anyone. Not even to a hunky, good-looking hardware store owner with