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said.
    â€œPerfect timing!” Morwenna said. She smiled deeply. “So how was it, Finn?”
    â€œGreat. Just great,” Finn said. “And thanks, thanks so much. We can see how busy you are, so we’ll get out of your way for now. Please, come tonight, we’ll get to spend some time together during the breaks. Meg, you ready? I’m starving, too, you know. My palm has had too much of a workout.”
    â€œAbsolutely. Morwenna, thanks, and we’ll see you all later,” Megan agreed. She looked relieved, her eyes thankful as they met Finn’s. Great. He’d earned his wife’s approval—for being told that he was evil and going to hurt her.
    Kill her . . .
    He’d die first. It was bullshit. All bullshit.
    He caught Megan’s hand, lifted his free one in a good-bye salute, and made his way through the milling customers in the shop to the door.
    All the way, despite the warmth of his wife’s hand, he felt as if he were touched by a blade of ice. And he knew...
    The palm reader was watching him. Watching him all the way out of the store.
    And beyond.

Chapter 3
    Finn held her hand comfortably at her side, and whistled.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” she asked him.
    He glanced down at her as if he were surprised by the question. “Wrong? Nothing.”
    She shook her head. “You’re too cheerful, you know.”
    â€œNot at all.” He had one of the world’s best smiles. Devastating.
    â€œThe reading went badly?”
    â€œMegan, you know I don’t believe in any of this stuff.”
    â€œWell, not many people do believe completely in a reading of any kind. They’re just fun.”
    â€œI had fun. Barrels of it,” Finn said.
    He was walking quickly. He was tall and long-legged. She wasn’t short herself, but keeping up with him wasn’t easy.
    â€œAre we in a hurry?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou’re running.”
    â€œI’m just walking . . . Hey, well, we’re not here that long, and there’s a lot to see, right?”
    â€œWe don’t have to see it all,” she said.
    He was silent. She had the feeling he was thinking he should see it all now—because he wasn’t coming back.
    â€œWhat’s the pirate museum?”
    â€œA cute place. There’s some great maritime history. It only takes a few minutes and it is fun.”
    â€œLet’s do it.”
    The pirate museum took about twenty minutes, and it was fun. A figure that appeared to be that of a mannequin jumped out from behind a barrel, startling Megan into a little yelp, and bringing gales of laughter from a number of the children around them. Megan held on to him, laughing, while they went through the rest of the museum, stopped in the gift shop, and took off back onto the street.
    It was still just after noon, but the sky was growing suddenly dark with a cast that hinted of the oncoming winter.
    â€œWant to go by and see the new place where Mike is the curator?” Megan asked Finn.
    He hesitated. “Let’s save that for tomorrow.”
    â€œSure.”
    â€œHungry yet?” Finn asked.
    â€œGetting there,” she said agreeably. He had changed again since they had done the pirate museum. He was more like his usual self. He wasn’t holding her hand, his arm was draped warmly around her shoulders.
    â€œWant to see the memorial and the Old Burial Point, and then head down by the water for lunch?” she suggested.
    â€œSure. Nothing like a graveyard on a dark autumn afternoon.”
    â€œHey, I love old graveyards; you know that. There are great sayings on the tombstones.”
    â€œTrue. Let’s head that way.”
    They did, stopping first at the memorial to those caught up in the hysteria of 1692; walking around the small area, they read the names of those who had been hanged as witches, and then found the stone for Giles Corey, the old man who had been pressed to death. The