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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
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  70. Epilogue
  71. Also by Mary Kay Andrews
  72. About the Author
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He left his hand extended. “This is where you go, ‘Hi, I’m Drue. Nice to meet you, Jonah. And yes, I’d love to go out with you for sushi. Or steak. But not shots. Never, ever shots again.’”

He raised an eyebrow. “Helloooo? Drue?”

“Don’t rush me,” she said. “I’m thinking about it.”

The break room door opened and Ben strolled in, clutching his coffee mug. He looked from Drue to Jonah. “What’s going on? Am I missing something?”

The mood was broken.

“As a matter of fact, we were just discussing a very serious crime wave,” Drue said. “Thinking about getting Zee involved and asking him to launch an in-house investigation.”

“Really?” Ben said, pushing his glasses off the end of his nose.

“It’s the Keurig heist,” she said, gesturing at Jonah’s empty mug.

“Thinking it’s an inside job,” Jonah said. He nodded toward Drue. “Let me know your thoughts, okay?”

Ben watched his coworker exit. “Thoughts on what?”

“Um, nothing, really. We were just comparing notes on all the crazy calls we’ve gotten this morning. I had a Wienermobile incident, he had a dog whiplash call. How’s it going with you?”

“About the same,” Ben said. “I fielded about a hundred calls, but nothing that bizarre. How goes it with your investigator training? When do you do another ride-along with Zee?”

“Not sure,” Drue said. “Listen, I gotta get back to work before Wendy decides to find some new and different way to torture me.”

36

The St. Pete Beach Public Library was quiet. Most of the winter resident snowbirds had fled back north with the coming of warmer weather.

Drue waited at the information desk while a heavy-set librarian with a blue Mohawk and polka-dot bow tie checked out a thick stack of picture books for a harried mom with two preschoolers.

“How can I help?” he asked, approaching Drue.

She held up the flash drive. “I’d like to use a computer to watch this video.”

He nodded. “Do you have a library card?”

“No.”

“Well, if you have your driver’s license, I can get you fixed up with a card and then you’ll be free to use materials at any library on the beach.”

Drue handed over her license with her old Fort Lauderdale address.

“Oh.” He frowned and handed it back. “Actually, you need to be a Pinellas County resident.”

“I am,” she explained. “But I just moved here a month ago.”

He smiled. “When you come back, bring in a piece of mail that shows your current address and we’ll get you fixed up.”

“I can’t get fixed up today?”

“I wish. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. What I can do is give you a temporary three-month library card. It’ll cost twenty-five dollars.”

She sighed, but dug her billfold from her backpack and slid the money across the counter.