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been hurt. Do you guys know anything about this?”
    â€œWe’re helping the Door County Sheriff’s Department with the burglaries,” Lacey said.
    â€œNo kidding. Do you work for the sheriff’s department?” Sophie asked, seeming to notice Lacey for the first time.
    â€œState police,” Lacey replied, sipping her beer.
    â€œNo kidding, a woman Wisconsin State Police officer.”
    â€œDetective,” Lacey said.
    â€œEven better. I’d like to interview you for WKZ. We’re doing a series of interviews about interesting careers for women.”
    â€œI’m sure you’ve got women working for the Illinois State Police who would make excellent interview subjects.”
    â€œWe probably do but it’s highly unlikely that they could have had a career as a model as well,” Sophie quipped, then turned her attention to Lark. “Do I have anything to worry about if I stay in my house overnight? Do I need to have someone stay over with me?”
    John almost choked on the beer he was drinking.
    â€œWe’re investigating several robberies but so far none have had any violence associated with them, so you’re probably all right staying there by yourself,” Joel interjected. “Lacey will probably be the one to investigate your case tomorrow morning. What did you lose?”
    â€œAbout twenty thousand dollars’ worth of stuff. Some art pottery and glass, a couple of paintings, and some silver my grandmother gave me. Lark, do you remember that piece of Galle glass I bought at that auction we went to over New Year’s weekend in Lake Geneva?”
    Lark smiled and nodded.
    â€œThat was stolen. It was one of my favorite pieces.”
    â€œWhy do you keep that kind of stuff up here?” Lacey asked.
    â€œWhy not keep it up here? Until now, it was safer to keep my art in Door County than in Chicago. My Chicago house has been broken into three times in the fifteen years I’ve lived there. They stole all my electronic equipment and smashed some of my glass the last two times. I have a burglar alarm system up here and my insurance rates are lower here than in Chicago. What’s been stolen from the other houses?”
    â€œAntiques, collectibles, paintings,” Joel replied as he ate the last of his fish. “Anyone want to split dessert?”
    They bought two desserts and split another bottle of wine. They were just getting ready to leave when Gene Boskirk walked into the bar area. His eyes lit on their table and he headed their way.
    â€œMy, my. Who’s that?” Sophie asked, smiling as Gene walked toward them. He had on a tight, light-blue T-shirt tucked into a snug pair of blue jeans.
    â€œSorry I missed dinner. It was for a good cause, the kid’s going to be fine.” He walked up behind Lacey’s chair and dropped his hands down on her shoulders. “Would you all like to go dancing? It’s oldies night at the Railhouse.”
    â€œI’d love to,” Lacey replied, getting up.
    â€œYou look very familiar,” Gene said as he introduced himself to Sophie.
    â€œSophie Martinelli, coanchor, WKZ news, Chicago. You’ve probably seen me on TV.”
    Recognition flooded Gene’s eyes. “You coming with us?”
    â€œI’m game,” Sophie said, getting up as everyone else made their excuses. “Come on old man.” She grabbed Lark’s hand and dragged him up from the table. “You’re a great dancer and I need a partner. We can both use the exercise.”
    Lark reluctantly agreed to go after confirming his 7:30 A.M . tee time at Maxwelton Brae’s with John for the following morning.
    â€œThat woman is a she devil,” Joel said once the group was out of earshot. “‘Oh, Lark, do I need someone to stay with me tonight?’ ‘Oh, Lark, remember that weekend we spent in Lake Geneva?’” Ann was startled at how well he mimicked her voice.