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told me. And love was something distance could never quell. So I am fine with my memories, and in my conscience.”
    “I’m happy for you. Personally, I find a funeral a special time to remember and honor a loved one, but to each his own, of course. I’ll get out of here, Mr. Beckett. I will see you tomorrow at the bank.”
    “My pleasure,” he said with a shrug.
    She was near the door. “I take it you’re not planning on staying in town long?”
    “No.”
    She hesitated again. “Then what do you care?” she asked quietly.
    He didn’t answer.
    “I would keep it alive with the dignity it deserves,” she told him.
    “I apologize for being so rude. You seriously startled me, being here. I really do apologize for any offense given.”
    She nodded and turned to leave.
    He watched her go. Sean’s little sister. He and Sean had played high-school football together. She didn’t remember, but he had been in her home. She’d sported a head of almost orange-red hair back then, a lot of skinned and bruised knees and freckles that seemed to have faded now. She was definitely a striking young woman. She had unnerved him. He wasn’t customarily such an ass, and didn’t make light of the endeavors of others.
    And yet, seriously…Katie-oke?
    He started. It was suddenly cold-ice-cold-where he stood in the museum. He thought about the many sayings people had, such as, “It was as if a ghost walked right through me.” It was as if he had been…shoved by something very cold. Well, ghosts didn’t go around shoving people. Oh, and he didn’t believe in ghosts.
    He went about turning off the lights and, when he left, he locked the place securely.
     
    “I gave him a good comeuppance,” Bartholomew announced. “A strong right hook, right on the fellow’s jaw. And I could swear he felt it. All right, all right, so he didn’t crash down on the floor in a knockout, but I’d swear he knew he’d been given a licking of one kind or another.”
    Katie waved a hand in the air, distracted. “I don’t believe it. No one thought that he’d even come home. He was supposed to stay off in Africa, Asia or Australia, or wherever it was that he was working. Why? Why? He’s got to be wrong on this. Liam was certain that he could go through with the sale, that David despised the place and never intended to come back.”
    “You’re welcome. Yes, I would defend you to the death against such an oaf. Oh, wait. I am dead. And still, my dear, I did my best.”
    Katie had offended Bartholomew, she realized. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Bartholomew. I’m sure you sprang instantly to my defense, and I deeply appreciate your efforts.”
    “I will keep trying. As long as that man is in the city, I swear, I will keep trying,” Bartholomew promised.
    “I don’t understand. He doesn’t want to be here. He plans on living elsewhere forever and ever,” Katie said.
    She realized that he was silent then.
    “What?” she demanded. “He hasn’t been here in ten years, Bartholomew. He doesn’t care about the place, and I don’t care what he said, he showed no respect, not making it home for his grandfather’s funeral.”
    “I thought they couldn’t locate him-since he was off somewhere,” Bartholomew said.
    “You’re standing up for him?” she asked skeptically.
    “No, no…his behavior to a lady was reprehensible, abominable!” Bartholomew said. “Completely unacceptable. Except…”
    “Except what?”
    Bartholomew looked at her, appeared to take a deep breath and said, “I think, in a way, I understand his feelings.”
    “I would never let anything horrible like that happen again,” Katie protested.
    “I don’t think they expected it to happen the first time,” Bartholomew told her.
    “But they weren’t aware of what might happen. I’d be way ahead. And please, we don’t have murderers crawling through the city, visiting the museums on a daily basis.”
    “At the least, though, you should understand his feelings.