“A man was murdered. That’s more than just scary.”
Cain’s gaze found hers. “We still don’t know what’s going on with that.”
“Evelyn Dunning came to see me—the librarian?”
“What about her?”
“I think she may have found something that could help us figure things out. I’m going to do a little more research in the morning, then talk to Cleo. She wants to try again.”
“No way,” Cain said, setting his wineglass down a little too firmly.
Jenny gave him a tight smile. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Cain, but the Copper Star belongs to me. I don’t interfere in the way you run the Grandview. I’m going to handle the problem in room ten the way I see fit.”
Cain swore softly.
“You don’t have to go with us. In fact, I’d rather you didn’t. I think we might do better if there isn’t a man in the room.”
“You mean the kind of man the presence in the room can dominate—that’s what you’re thinking, right?”
Jenny shook her head. “I don’t think he would be able to dominate you this time. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.”
He relaxed, his lips edging into the faintest of smiles. “I guess that’s a compliment. If I ever run into another demon, I’ll keep your words in mind.”
“That’s what you think it is, a demon?”
“How the hell would I know? I don’t even believe in ghosts, let alone demons.”
Jenny laughed. “Well, we really don’t know what’s happening in that room. I’m going to do some more research on Boris Koblinsky. Maybe that will help us figure it out.”
“Boris Koblinsky? Who’s he?”
“I’m not sure yet. I think he might be the spirit in room ten.”
Cain opened his mouth to say something, but Robert arrived with their meals just then. After he left, they started eating, and the conversation turned to other subjects.
“Speaking of problems . . .” Cain said between bites.
“Do we have to?”
Cain didn’t smile. “We were talking about people who might want to do you harm. You helped me make a list of possible enemies. Now I need a list from you. Who would be willing to go to such extremes to put you out of business?”
“I have no idea.”
“Is there anyone who wants to buy you out? Devaluing the property might give them a good opportunity.”
“I can’t think of anyone who seems interested.”
“All right, how about personal enemies? Your ex-husband, maybe? What about good ol’ cousin Eddie?”
“My ex wouldn’t be interested. He’s married to a very wealthy woman, but Eddie . . .”
“Eddie thinks he deserves to own the Star, correct?”
“That’s right.”
“Okay, he goes to the top of the list.”
“There isn’t any list. He’s the only person I can think of who might do something to make me fail.”
