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Sarah Grayson is the happy proprietor of Second Chance, a charming shop in the oceanfront town of North Harbor, Maine. At the shop, she sells used items that she has lovingly refurbished and repurposed. But her favorite pet project so far has been adopting a stray cat she names Elvis. Elvis has seen nine lives—and then some. The big black cat with a scar across his nose turned up at a local bar when the band was playing the King of Rock and Roll’s music and hopped in Sarah’s truck. Since then, he has been her constant companion and the furry favorite of everyone who comes into the store. And a helpful sleuth to boot! When Sarah’s elderly friend Maddie is found with the body of a dead man in her garden, the kindly old lady becomes the prime suspect in the murder. Even Sarah’s old high school flame, investigator Nick Elliot, seems convinced that Maddie was up to no good. So it’s up to Sarah and Elvis to clear her friend’s name and make sure the real murderer doesn’t get a second chance.

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I grinned at him across the table. “Thanks.”

When I got up to leave, Elvis jumped down and followed me. “I think you made a friend,” Sam said. He walked me out to my truck, set the guitar carefully on the passenger’s side, and then wrapped me in a bear hug. He smelled like coffee and Old Spice. “Come by Saturday night, if you’re free,” he said. “I think you’ll like the band.”

“Old stuff?” I asked, pulling my keys out of the pocket of my jeans.

“Hey, it’s gotta be rock-and-roll music if you wanna dance with me,” he said, raising his eyebrows and giving me a sly smile. He looked down at Elvis, who had been sitting by the truck, watching us. “C’mon, you. You’re gonna get turned into roadkill if you stay here.” He reached for the cat, who jumped up onto the front seat.

“Hey, get down from there,” I said.

Elvis ignored me, made his way along the black vinyl seat and settled himself on the passenger’s side, next to the guitar case.

“No, no, no, you can’t come with me.” I leaned into the truck to grab him, but he slipped off the seat, onto the floor mat. With the guitar there I couldn’t reach him.

Behind me, I could hear Sam laughing.

I blew my hair out of my face, backed out of the truck and glared at Sam. “Your cat’s in my truck. Do something!”

He folded his arms over his chest. “He’s not my cat. I’m pretty sure he’s your cat now.”

“I don’t want a cat.”

“Tell him that,” Sam said with a shrug.

I stuck my head back through the open driver’s door. “I don’t want a cat,” I said.

Ensconced out of my reach in the little lean-to made by the guitar case, Elvis looked up from washing his face—again—and meowed once and went back to it.

“I have a dog,” I warned. “A big, mean one with big, mean teeth.” The cat’s whiskers didn’t so much as quiver.

Sam leaned over my shoulder. “No, she doesn’t,” he said.

I elbowed him. “You’re not helping.”

He laughed. “Look, the cat likes you.” He rolled his eyes. “Lord knows why. Take him. Do you want him to just keep living on the street?”

“No,” I mumbled. I glanced in the truck again. Elvis, with some kind of uncanny timing, chose that moment to tip his head to one side and look up at me with his big green eyes. With his scarred nose he looked . . . lonely.

“What am I going to do with a cat?” I said, bouncing the keys in my right hand.

Sam shrugged. “Feed him. Talk to him. Scratch under his chin. He likes that.”

I glanced at the cat again. He still had that lonely, slightly pathetic look going.

“You two will make a great team,” Sam said. “Like Lennon and McCartney or Jagger and Richards.”

“SpongeBob and Patrick,” I muttered.

“Exactly,” Sam said.

I was pretty sure I was being conned, but, like it or not, I had a cat.

I looked over now toward the end wall of the store. My cat had apparently helped sell a mandolin. The young man was headed to the cash register with it. Elvis made his way over to me.

I leaned over to stroke the top of his head. “Nice work,” I whispered. I wasn’t imagining the cat smile he gave me.

The woman who had been looking at the post office desk was headed for the door, but there was a certain smugness to Mac’s expression that told me he’d made the sale. I walked over to him. “Go ahead, say ‘I told you so,’” I said.

He folded his arms over his chest. “I can’t. I’m fairly certain she’s going to buy it. She just wishes it were black.”

I laughed. “I guess black really is the new black,” I said. “I’m about ready to leave. I have to pick up Charlotte, and Avery is going to get her grandmother. Do you need anything before I go?”

I was doing a workshop on color-washing furniture for a group of seniors over at Legacy Place. North Harbor was full of beautiful old buildings. It was part of the town’s charm. The top floors of the old chocolate factory had been converted into seniors’ apartments. There were a couple of community rooms on the main level, where the residents had various classes like French and yoga and got together to socialize. We were using one of them for the workshop since many of the class participants lived in the building. Eventually I wanted to renovate part of the old garage next to the Second Chance building for workshops; for now, when I did classes for the general public, I had to settle for renting space at the high school. Luckily the hourly rate was pretty good. This workshop was a freebie my gram had nudged me into doing.

Mac shook his head. “I’ve got everything covered.” He narrowed his brown eyes at me. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to make Avery go with you?”

“Actually she volunteered.”

“Avery volunteered to help you teach a workshop for a bunch of senior citizens?” One eyebrow shot up. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. She’s good with older people. They’ll be feeding her cookies and exclaiming over her hair color, and before you know it she’ll have wangled an invitation to go prowl around someone’s attic.” Avery had a thing for vintage jewelry, and thanks to her grandmother Liz’s friends, was building a nice collection.

I pressed my hands into the small of my back and stretched. I was still kinked from crawling around that old house all morning. “You know, I used to hang around with some of those same women when I was Avery’s age.” I’d spent my summers in North Harbor with my grandmother as far back as I could remember. The rest of the time I’d lived first in upstate New York and then in New Hampshire. “Liz taught me how to wax my legs and put on false eyelashes.”

“I could have gone the rest of my life not knowing that,” Mac said dryly.

“And I know the secret to Charlotte’s potpie,” I teased.

“You’re not going to say it’s love, are you?”

I shook my head and grinned. “Nope. Actually it’s bacon fat.”

My father had been an only child and so was my mother, so I didn’t have a gaggle of cousins to hang out with in the summer. My grandmother’s friends, Charlotte, Liz and Rose had become a kind of surrogate extended family, a trio of indulgent aunts. When I’d decided to open Second Chance, they’d been almost as pleased as my grandmother, and Charlotte and Rose had come to work for me part-time. Now with Gram out of town on her honeymoon, the three women fed me, gently nagged me about working too much and pointed out every single man between twenty-five and, well, death. When Gram had asked me to offer one of my workshops to her friends, how could I say no?

I glanced at my watch. “I don’t expect to be more than a couple of hours,” I said. “And I have my cell.”

“Elvis and I can hold down the fort,” Mac said. “Are you going to take another look at that SUV?”

I’d been thinking about replacing the aging truck we used to move furniture with an SUV, if I could get it for the right price. “I might,” I said.

“Well, take your time,” Mac said. “It’s Monday afternoon. Nothing ever happens in this town on a Monday.”

Of course he was wrong.


Chapter 2



The second thing I noticed when I stepped into the room we were using at Legacy Place was that nothing had been set up for the workshop. The first thing I noticed was Alfred Peterson. He was naked. Let’s just say it wasn’t a good look for him; he was somewhere between seventy-five and eighty. That’s not to say there aren’t people close to eighty who look good with their clothes off, but Alfred Peterson definitely wasn’t one of them.

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