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that’s all right. I’ve got it. I’d like something to do,” Abby said.
    “I’m exhausted,” Macy said. “Grant’s upstairs. He’s checking on supplies for the week. After that, I think he plans on leaving for the night. But, Abby, I don’t feel you should be alone here.”
    “I’ve spent most of my life here!”
    Macy walked behind the bar to get her purse. “All right,” she said with obvious reluctance. “Make sure you lock up. The city can be scary. I don’t ever remember so many people—”
    “Dying?” Sullivan finished. “Come on, Macy. Abby doesn’t want us here. I’ll walk you home.”
    Macy nodded as she stood behind the bar, looking at Abby. “You have my number. If anything comes up. Or if you just need to talk...”
    “You were both wonderful to Gus. He loved you and appreciated your loyalty to the Dragonslayer. And so do I. Now, I’m fine. You two go on home.”
    “You know you control the music from behind the bar,” Sullivan said.
    “I know,” Abby assured him.
    “I wish Gus had gotten a solid alarm system for this place.” Macy glanced at Abby and flushed. “I’m not criticizing. He had cameras put in the front and over by the parking lot, and there’s an emergency police buzzer behind the bar. Most of the downstairs windows are sealed now, but...”
    “He thought his security installations were a big deal. State of the art. He started them more than fifteen years ago, when we were nearly broken into,” Abby said. “But, Macy, don’t worry. I’ll see about getting a real alarm system before I go back to Virginia,” Abby promised. She looked up; she heard Grant coming down from the offices upstairs. He joined them, giving her a hug.
    She loved Grant. He’d worked for Gus, first as a pirate entertainer. Grant had spent seven years getting his hospitality degree, he’d told her some time ago. He couldn’t decide between acting, modeling and going into the restaurant or hotel business. Once he had his degree in hand, the first person to really believe in him had been Gus.
    “I heard the words alarm system, ” Grant said. “I have brochures up in my office. Gus asked me to look into a good system just a few days ago,” Grant said.
    “Then we’ll take care of it,” Abby promised. “Grant, sometime tomorrow, if you want to go through the different companies with me, that’d be great.”
    “Absolutely,” Grant said. “I’m going to head out now—if you’re sure you’re okay.”
    Grant, who was gay, had been with his partner, Alden Blaine, for well over ten years. Alden worked for the fire department and had left the tavern earlier, since he had an early call the next day.
    “Go home, yes, go home. My Lord, getting you people out of here is a real project.”
    At last, with everyone still protesting, she got them all out the door.
    As she closed and locked it, she smiled, wondering what they were worried about; she’d been staying here every night since she’d arrived, and—except for today—the Dragonslayer didn’t close until 2:00 a.m. That meant the staff never left until three or four. She’d been going to bed much earlier, leaving Grant to lock up.
    And she’d been fine.
    Maybe it was the fact that people were here so late—and that the first of the setup crews were usually in by six in the morning, although they didn’t open until eleven. So there were only a few hours when she’d been alone and despite, or because of, the circumstances she’d come home to, she’d been sound asleep during those hours.
    They were probably worried about what she might imagine in the darkness, worried that she’d be afraid.
    But she wasn’t afraid. She knew what they didn’t know.
    Blue Anderson watched over the Dragonslayer.
    In the days that had followed her grandfather’s death, she’d hoped Blue would make an appearance. She’d hoped as well, that she’d be haunted by her grandfather.
    But no one had appeared to her, upstairs or down, by day or