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settle their differences the old-fashioned way.”
    “There’s a huge difference between a few punches and a hole blasted in someone’s chest.”
    “True. Bill will figure it out.”
    “I hope so. At least there’s no big event tomorrow. Maybe they’ll leave town and forget about us.”
    “I don’t think anyone will be leaving town until Bill gets to the bottom of who killed Max Bonhoff.”
    Liv glanced sharply at him.
    “They searched his room and found his passport.”
    “Passport?”
    “He’s from Toronto.”
    “And the others?”
    “Don’t know. Corinne is supposed to call Bill when they return to the Inn.”
    Liv turned down a ride offer and started off across the green toward home . . . again.
    The wind had kicked up and the temperature was dropping. And Liv was more than willing to accept the cup of tea the sisters offered her when she went to pick up Whiskey.
    “Come in, come in,” Miss Edna said. “We’re just steeping a pot of Constant Comment.” She hustled Liv inside as Whiskey came charging down the hall from the kitchen.
    “Hey, buddy,” Liv said, leaning over to give him a good scratch.
    “Go on in the parlor and make yourself at home. I’ll just tell Ida to bring another cup.”
    Liv shrugged out of her coat. She was still wearing her running gear and sweatpants. Not exactly teatime attire. She sat gingerly on the edge of her chair, worried that she might be tracking leaves and dirt and who knew what else into their immaculate Victorian home.
    Whiskey immediately rested his paws on her knees. Liv stifled a yawn. Now that she was sitting down, exhaustion overcame her. She was nearly nodding off when Ida and Edna came into the room with a tray containing a teapot, cups and saucers, and a platter of warm scones.
    “Here we are,” Miss Ida said, putting down the plate of scones. “Now, you just help yourself. I bet you didn’t even stop for lunch today, did you?”
    Liv shook her head. Between the race, the murder, and the development plans, she’d been pretty busy.
    Miss Edna poured tea and handed Liv a cup. “I don’t suppose you know what all the fuss was about this morning during the race?”
    “Was there a fuss?” Liv asked, wondering if something else had happened while she was out in the woods looking at a body.
    Miss Ida pursed her lips and gave her an understanding look. “Mum’s the word. Did Bill tell you not to discuss it?”
    Edna frowned at her sister. “Ida, don’t bother Liv. Can’t you see she’s tired?”
    Liv’s tired brain clicked into normal time. “What did you hear?”
    “Well,” Miss Ida said, handing Liv a plate and conveniently ignoring her sister. “We heard a man died in the woods this morning and Bill arrested Henny Higgins for killing him.”
    Liv nearly dropped her plate. How did people learn these things so fast? Especially Miss Edna and Miss Ida, who spent most of their time at home—listening to their police scanner, Liv reminded herself. She was probably the only person in town who didn’t own one.
    “That Henny,” Miss Edna said. “It was just a matter of time before he hurt somebody. He gets more ornery every year.”
    “He said he didn’t do it.”
    “Hmmph. If it was a hunter, it’s not someone from around here. They know better than to trespass on Henny’s property.”
    “Well,” Ida said, “I was on the phone today with Corinne Anderson over at the Inn confirming our reservation for the Presbyterian Ladies Christmas Bazaar Committee. We have our kickoff breakfast there every year.”
    “Sister,” Edna said, “get to the point.”
    “Well, she was very upset. Seems Bill Gunnison had been there looking for four of her guests. She wasn’t exactly surprised. I guess they were rather boisterous at the bar last night.”
    “That’s what you have to contend with when you run accommodations for the public,” said the practical Edna.
    “Well, I know. And so does Corinne, but she usually has a family-oriented