repeated it.
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There were thirteen names on the list, along with the businesses they owned, nearly all of them tourist related. The president of the chamber operated an inn located on Highway 13 at the edge of town. I decided it was too far to walk, and I didnât want to get the Mustang, so I skipped him and went to the vice president. Lauren Ternes owned an art gallery on Third Street near the Farmers Market. It was only a block and a half away according to my map.
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Ternes Studio and Gallery sold watercolors, oil paintings, and original photographs, as well as some pottery and wood carvingsâmost of it Bayfield related, all of it provided by local artists, including the owner. I didnât see anything I liked, but then I know very little about art. I ended up standing near the door while the plump, brightly dressed woman working the cash register dealt with a steady stream of customers. At first, she probably thought I had accompanied one of the women browsing the merchandise. Yet as customers came and went without me moving, her expression changed to one of overt curiosity. Eventually, she handed off the cash register to an associate and approached me.
âCan I help you?â she asked.
âLauren Ternes?â
âYes.â
âVice president of the Bayfield Chamber of Commerce?â
âYes.â
I offered my hand and she shook it.
âIâm McKenzie,â I said.
âWhat can I do for you, Mr. McKenzie?â
âYou can help me find Paul Duclosâs four-million-dollar Stradivarius.â
âIâm sorryâ¦â
âThe Stradivarius violin that was stolenââ
âYes, yes, I know all about it.â
âWell, then.â
âWell, what? Do you think I had something to do with the theft?â
âYou did help bring the Maestro to town.â
âI did not. We have a person who plans and manages events for that.â
âShe wasnât in the office, soâ¦â
âWho are you?â
âMcKenzie, I told you.â
âAre you police?â
âNo.â
âBecause the police have been all over town asking questions. The FBI, too.â
âI was hired by Duclos to arrange for the safe return of his violin. Heâs even offering a reward, $250,000. No questions asked. I have a letterâ¦â
âWhat does that have to do with me?â
âSince youâre the vice president, I thought you might be interested.â
âWe have a quote on the cityâs Web siteâ Making Bayfield the way we like has been the slow and loving task of 150 years. To destroy the Bayfield that we know can take but the careless act of a single day. Last Friday was that day. Itâs been just awful for Bayfield; awful for any town that depends as much on tourism as we do.â
âWho are you kidding? This isnât food poisoning on a Carnival Cruise or a rash of drive-by shootings from rival drug cartels. Itâs a high-profile art theft. Itâs given the city more publicity than itâs ever had. I bet your historical society is already planning an exhibit.â
âYouâre crazy.â
âThereâs a town in Minnesota called Northfield. Every September thousands of people flock there to celebrate the day Jesse James tried to rob the place.â
âItâs not the same thing.â
âSure it is. All your story needs is a happy ending.â
âWhat kind of happy ending?â
âHow âbout the violin is recovered intact and restored to Paul Duclos, who promptly returns to his hometown to play a benefit concert? Do you think that might polish Bayfieldâs apple?â
Laurenâs expressive face held no secrets. I knew what she was going to say before she said it.
âThat would certainly help, but I donât know what I can do about it,â she said.
âJust spread the