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Masters. He needs to file his EPA before he starts building again and I heard he was starting to hire workers before all his paper work was cleared.”
    “No!”  Mike placed his hand on his heart.  “I am shocked, not file the right papers?”
    Debbie apparently had little to no sense of humor, which is too bad. Mike is rather amusing if a person is relaxed enough to appreciate it.
    “Yes,” Debbie replied with a straight face. “And I wanted to stop him with an injunction.”  She patted her leather-tooled purse, hand made, straight from 1975.  She wore it slung from one shoulder to the opposite hip.  The strap cut across her chest, effectively isolating each breast so they looked like islands floating in a riot of orange swirls. Don’t ever do that.  Even if you are all about comfort, don’t ever do that.
    “You were going to serve papers during an amateur theater production?”  I asked. I had to ask.
    “Did you find him?”  Debbie caught Summer on one of her return trips from the sidewalk. Summer shook her head.
    “How is Penny Masters?”  I asked Summer.
    “Penny?” The theater director finally focused on me.  “Penny is marvelous. We’re organizing a house tour for April first and that’s taking up a lot of our time. Will you be in town?”
    “Probably not.” I reassured her.
    “You should come back up for it, Penny is displaying her quilts at the house as well, that’s one of them.”   She pointed to a large colorful quilt hanging behind the snack table in the lobby.  Its bright colors just served to make the red carpet look more faded in contrast.
    “She made that?”
    “Yes, we’re raffling that one off to raise money to upgrade the heating system.  She’s very generous, just like her father.”
    “Is it up to code?”  I couldn’t resist asking.
    Summer gave me a puzzled look. Debbie harrumphed and stalked away, probably to cover the exits so Lucky couldn’t sneak out the back doors.  It would not be good evening for Lucky should either woman find him, which is probably why he was not anywhere in evidence.
    I wandered over, bought some of the bad wine and knocked it back before intermission was over.
    By the time we all reorganized into our seats and admired the placement of Raul’s cameras, which were difficult to detect, even when he pointed them out I noticed that our young man - that’s what Mike and Pat had dubbed him, our young man - had moved up to a front row seat.

Chapter Three
     
    I wasn’t really tired. The play hadn’t taken up too much mental bandwidth and the fettuccini Alfredo at That Italian Place after the play was a nice pick-me-up.  But Prue looked exhausted, so we said good-bye to all the boys and I helped her get to bed.
    I wandered around downstairs. The air had a suspicious nip in it and I wanted to make sure all the doors were firmly closed against the rain that could turn to snow overnight. I glanced at my computer, partially buried under the Claim Jump Union . I picked up the front page of the local paper. “ Library under bid, two possible buyers.  Bids due today at 5:00 PM.”
    I read further with interest.  Our Historic library is under siege! Lucky Masters, local developer, is rumored to be purchasing the state historic site. He plans to tear down the historic building to build a live/work complex.
    “While we think that live/ work is the way of the future,” commented mayor Summer Johnson, “we don’t think that sacrificing such a fabulous building is the answer.”
    Ms. Johnson is also the director of the Summer Theater in the old theater building and admits, for the record, that much of her funding comes from Mr. Masters’ company, Lucky in Love, and that she acknowledges conflict of interest. She had recused herself from both the planning commission vote as well as the final approval set to be put forward to the city council at the April meeting.
    The odds were good Lucky will win the bid, which will give Prue as well as