The vein on Squier’s neck throbbed like a purple spaghetti eel thrashing in a net. “Easy for you to say. You can sell that Opera House and be done with Cape Unity. Come to think of it that might be for the best. The sooner you are gone, the sooner Darcie will forget about you. You’re bad luck. These murders didn’t start until you showed up.”
The conduit theme again. At least Squier was right about that. Since they were engaging in some nice parking-garage glasnost, it was Drayco’s turn. “Oakley’s wooden mask. Darcie said you bought it from someone in town.”
“I’m not the one who bought it. Darcie is. She saw the mask with Paddy and knew it was Oakley’s. I was furious.” Like an afterthought, he added, “Because of the murder, I was naturally worried how such an action might reflect upon her
