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construction because they’re afraid the builders will destroy the habitat.”
    Remembering the meeting, Clara’s frown cleared. “You mean the guy with the straggly red hair? How do you know him?”
    Stephanie shrugged. “He’s a new teacher at the kids’ school. I recognized him when we came out of the meeting the other night and heard them talking about protesting. Ethan’s always talking about Mr. Millstone and his fight to save the endangered species.” She smiled. “I think Ethan is taking an interest in environmental concerns.”
    “Okay, so there’s a place to start. Who else were you talking about?”
    “Lionel Clapham.”
    Clara raised her eyebrows. “The owner of Searock Inn? Why him?”
    “He’s heading a group of the local businessmen in a protest. According to something George read in the paper, Lionel’s been causing trouble up at the site. He got into a fistfight with someone. George says that Lionel’s afraid the new resort will take his business.”
    Clara pursed her lips, then murmured, “That’s a pretty good motive to get steamed up about the construction.”
    “Have you met him?”
    “No, but I have a feeling I’m about to.” She paused, working out in her mind the questions she might ask.
    “There’s just one thing,” Stephanie murmured. “Josh and his protestors were at the meeting the night Scott died.”
    “But Scott supposedly fell at the end of the shift when he was doing his rounds. That would be what . . . around six or so?”
    “Something like that.”
    “The meeting didn’t start until seven thirty. Plenty of time for someone to kill Scott and get to the meeting before it started.”
    Stephanie’s brow cleared. “You’re right. You’re not going to see these people without me, I hope?”
    “Do I have a choice?”
    “Nope.” Stephanie grinned. “How about tomorrow morning? Molly can take care of things. I’ll meet you here around nine; that’ll give me time to open up. Maybe we can talk to both Josh and Lionel and still get back here for your shift at noon. “
    Clara sighed. “There goes my beauty sleep again.”
    Stephanie gave her a hefty nudge. “You don’t need it.”
    “Thanks.” She looked at her watch again. “I’d better get out there. Molly will be wondering what the heck I’m doing all this time.”
    “You’re unpacking cartons.” Stephanie nodded at the boxes. “I’ll tell her. She can let you know if she needs your help. It’s pretty quiet out there right now.”
    Clara headed for the cartons. Opening the boxes was her favorite part of the job. She loved the smell of brand-new books, the colorful covers, and the smooth feel of them in her hands. Although she’d probably never read any of them since most of the titles were paranormal, just knowing that great adventures awaited their eager customers put a smile on her face.
    She heard the door close behind Stephanie, then silence settled over the room. She pulled the first box toward her and reached for the box cutter on the shelf. Seconds later, she pulled back the flaps to reveal rows of flashy blue covers with a white-faced vampire snarling at her.
    Blinking, she lifted one of the books for a closer look. The title screamed at her in red letters dripping with blood:
The Games Vampires Play.
    Clara shivered and took out another four of the books. Stephanie liked the books to be stacked five deep on the shelf, replacing them as they were sold. Clara dropped the books onto the rollaway carts they used to transfer the books from stockroom to aisles.
    As she did so, she heard a faint scuffling in the corner of the room by the rear door. Skin prickling, she peered into the shadows but could see nothing but cartons, a vacuum cleaner, a box of cleaning supplies and a ladder.
    She waited, muscles tensed to leap for the inner door if anything moved. All was still, and gradually she let her shoulders relax. Either she’d dreamed it, or the Raven’s Nest was harboring mice.
    She made