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find out what was happening. I couldn’t just sit inside the RV without knowing. So, what happened?”
    He shook his head.
    “Well, by the time I got there, Jim Kline was already there. It seems Mary Sanders had called the police because Scott wasn’t supposed to be in the cabin. Anyway, Sean had showed up with a rifle, all heated up about I don’t really know what. The whole business about Scott staying in the cabin isn’t really a police matter because the cabin was paid for by his brother. But it’s getting convoluted with the murder. Scott doesn’t have an alibi, but then again Sean’s alibi is his grandmother, Mary, and she would lie to protect him.”
    “Who fired the shot? Was anyone hurt?”
    “Sean fired off a shot to get Scott to open the door. Jim Kline arrived just about then and said he thought Sean was going to shoot Scott right there on the spot.”
    “So, no one has been arrested?”
    Josh shook his head. “No, no harm done, not tonight anyway.” He sighed.   “Why don’t you go inside now? There are still a lot of hot tempers running around tonight. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He leaned in to kiss my cheek, and my heart jumped to my throat…but in a pleasant way.
    “Good night,” I said in a bemused tone.
    “Night.”
    I threw one last look at the cabin before entering my RV and shutting the door to lock it. I sank onto the couch to collect my thoughts.
    Minerva, my dear, at the risk of sounding like a petulant scorned suitor, please remember that the handsome and charming Deputy Wilson could also be considered a suspect in this murder. He too despised the victim.
    “Are you a petulant scorned suitor, Ben?” I asked absentmindedly, still bemused by the kiss on the cheek.
    I try not to be , Ben said softly. I hardly heard him as I rubbed the spot on my cheek.
    My laptop computer dinged, signaling the arrival of an email, and I moved to the dining table to look at the screen. Although the newly arrived email was unimportant, I noticed that John had responded to the note I’d sent him the day before.  
    Good gravy, favorite ex!
    Not again! How do you get yourself into these situations? I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come in your new RVing life!
    I’m not quite sure what to say, except be careful and let the police do their job. If you think something is wrong, then it’s probably wrong. If you think someone is suspicious, trust your instincts and stay away from that person. Tell the authorities. Don’t go playing detective. John inserted a smiley face at this point.
    Seriously though, stay away from these people. Enjoy your travels and relax. Wasn’t that what you wanted after 20 plus years of high-stress work for the feds?
    Keep in touch.
    Number One
    I smiled. He was still a bit domineering, but I was much older than the twenty-year-old-girl who thought she had married an overbearing boy. John had grown into a fine man, had nurtured a fine career, and I sighed at lost opportunities.  
      Ben said nothing, and I hoped this was one of those times that he wasn’t reading my mind. I readied myself for bed, and slept fitfully, wondering who had pushed Jason Strait off the cliff, and what it would feel like if Ben could kiss me on the cheek.

Chapter Six
    I arose early at around 6 the next morning. Too early for me. I puttered around the RV for a while before I dressed and stepped outside for a stroll.  
    My eyes went straight to Scott’s cabin, but I saw no movement. I didn’t think I wanted to press my luck and visit him up there to hear more about what had happened last night. I moved on down to the waterfront and strolled along the floating dock. Everything seemed so peaceful without a hint of the violence and strong emotions of the past few days.  
    Ducks floated on the surface of the lake, occasionally upending themselves as they poked their heads under the water to find some tasty morsel. A few seagulls flew overhead. Fish broke the surface of the still lake,