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AFTER GIVING HER statement about the paintings to the chief of police, questions regarding other items on the lower level still swirled in Ivy’s mind. She wondered if any of the other items, besides the paintings, would be considered evidence, too.
As Bennett walked her to her car, she asked, “Bennett, does Summer Beach have a historical society?” She unlocked the door, and Bennett opened it for her. His small gesture did not go unnoticed. Good manners, Ivy thought.
“It does,” he replied, holding the door for her. “The community is proud of its heritage.”
Ivy hesitated beside her open door and turned to face Bennett, who caught her direct gaze and held it, sending an unexpected connection through her. “I’d like to find older photos of the house, and I thought they might have some.”
