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Story: The Wolf of My Eye

“Nope. Everything’s unpacked and put away. I’m still getting more supplies in for the clinic, but otherwise I’m free. I thought we might start working on setting up your garden. What about you?”

“I need to go to the inn and help Anne with the morning meal. I’ll help her clean the rooms too. I don’t have any photography sessions for a while, but we have Edeen and Lachlan’s wedding coming up that I need to photograph. What else are we giving them for their wedding present? She said that the photography was enough for her, but—”

“We paid for their airfare to Bali, and Enrick, Grant, and their mates paid for the rest of their excursion for theirhoneymoon,” Robert said, “so we’re covered. Speaking of which, Lachlan and his brothers and their mates are paying for our flight, lodging, and meals for our honeymoon.”

“Ohmigosh, that’s wonderful.”

“I should have mentioned we’ll be taking care of Edeen and Lachlan’s three dogs and the cats while they’re gone, and they’ll reciprocate for our honeymoon. We’ll also be taking their pets for the first couple of weeks after they have their babies.”

“I’m looking forward to it. I won’t be here all the time, but I’m sure between the two of us, we’ll give them plenty of loving, and you know I love animals.”

He smiled. “Yeah.”

“Okay, so if neither of us have anything else to do today—”

“We’ll return to bed and make love once you’re done at the inn?” he asked. “In the meantime, I’ll start to work on the garden.”

She laughed. “We’ll catch a killer.”

Robert raised a brow.

She sighed. “We could try and get in touch with Chelsea and see what she has to say about Gus and Jack. We need to resolve this.”

“Iverson is looking into it since he has had homicide training, though he has been unable to reach her. We do have her phone number, address, and email, but no response.”

Maisie smiled. “I’ve got an idea.”

Robert kissed her forehead. “I’m not surprised.”

“I like to solve problems. Okay, so how about we say that Gus put Chelsea’s name in a box at the inn for a chance to win a free photo shoot and she is the winner?”

“What if she was involved in Gus’s murder?”

“He could have entered her name in the contest before he got together with her,” Maisie said. “But if we can get her to come to the inn, I could question her.”

Robert smiled. “Now that might actually work.”

“I’ll call her in case she doesn’t check her emails very often.” Maisie grabbed her phone off her bedside table where it was charging and called the number that Iverson had given them.

Robert cuddled with her as she made the call, and she loved it.

As soon as a woman answered the call, Maisie couldn’t believe it! “Hi, Chelsea Bowers? I’m Maisie MacTavish, part owner of the MacTavish Inn where Gus Anderson was an overnight guest. I’m also a professional photographer for magazines and for other clients—weddings, pet photos, maternity, and newborn photos, you name it—and Gus put your name in for a contest for a free photo shoot. I’m pleased to announce that you are the winner, and if you can come here this week, I can do your photo shoot.”

“Oh, wow. I haven’t heard from Gus since he stayed at the inn. He didn’t tell me he had done that. That was so sweet of him. Do I need to make an appointment? Would two this afternoon work for you? Or is that too soon?” Chelsea asked. “I’ve got work for the next two weeks after today and I don’t know if I’ll have time to do it after that otherwise because of the way my jobs come in.”

“Yes, that would be perfect.” Maisie pumped her fist. “I’ll see you this afternoon then. I can’t wait.”

Robert smiled.

Maisie ended the call and said, “I wonder if one of our former homicide detectives should be there to do the questioning, and I’ll do the photo shoot at the same time.”

“She might feel more open talking to you. You could speak with her first about Gus and then if you don’t get anywhere with it, the guys can talk to her. I’m going with you. I can be helping Anne, visiting with your parents if they’re around, or acting as your photography assistant.”

She smiled. “Good. I was planning on asking you if you wanted to go with me. You can definitely be my assistant photographer-in-training.”

“I’m totally at your command.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear. I need to call Anne and tell her what we’re doing so she’s not blindsided.”