"Go on, Chris," Zoe said softly, reining in her own tension. No one had ever broken into their house. Not ever.

"The house-it wasn't torn up, but you can tell some-one's been through here. They came in through the side door. Bruce is bringing a new one by tonight."

"Anything taken?"

"No. Not that I can see. The police think they were looking for cash, maybe because I run a café, and when they didn't find any, just ran off."

It happened all the time. Still, the timing felt odd on top of the calls about the vacationing FBI agent. Zoe sighed. "I'm sorry, Chris. What can I do?"

"Come home. Zoe, I-I don't like this. I'll admit it, I'm scared. What if this FBI agent is stirring up trouble? What if-"

Zoe stopped her-they were on the same wavelength. "I can leave here in thirty minutes and be there in about four hours."

"Really? You're sure? I don't want to wimp out. I'm not making mountains out of molehills, am I?"

"Let's hope so, Chris. I'd rather have molehills to deal with than mountains, wouldn't you?" Zoe tried to lighten her sister's mood. "By the way, do you know how to knit?"

"Sure. Aunt Olivia taught me."

"Good. You can help me finish this scarf I'm knitting. It looks like a dead snake. Wait until you see it. I think I've dropped a million stitches-"

"Zoe!"

But Christina managed a laugh, although Zoe felt only marginally better when she hung up. She didn't have a lot of stuff. She'd never owned much. It wouldn't take her a half hour to pack-it'd take her fifteen minutes.

Two

Perry's waterfront bar was located on the southern end of Goose Harbor 's Main Street.