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A Maine Clambake Mystery
Kensington
May 2014
On Sale: May 6, 2014
Featuring: Julie Snowden; Cabe Stone
321 pages
ISBN: 0758286872
EAN: 9780758286871
Kindle: B00G9ABZL8
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At the Claminator, Sonny conferred with Cabe, his expression
serious. As the band hammered its way to a big finish with
the “The Stars and Stripes Forever,” Bunnie climbed the
single step to the stage and stood behind the podium. I
scanned the crowd for Stevie, but didn’t see him. Evidently,
Bunnie was done waiting.
From my perch on the curb, I glanced over at the Claminator.
Sonny and Cabe’s conversation grew more intense. Even from
thirty feet away, I could tell Sonny was unhappy about the
fire. Livvie scooted over to speak to him, then walked away,
looking concerned. Sonny lifted the mesh skirting of the
Claminator and aimed the hose he’d been using to spray the
canvas at the fire to dampen it. He jumped back as the
flames surged outward, like a grease fire. But there was no
grease in a clambake meal that could drip into the fire.
I’d worked at the clambake for years and never seen anything
like it. But then we’d never cooked on the pier before. This
was the maiden voyage of the Claminator.
Sonny said something urgently to Cabe, who jogged toward the
fire truck parked on the street beside pier. Sonny bent down
and lifted the metal skirting again, a poker in hand. The
crowd surged around him, blocking my view. Sonny swore
loudly.
I shoved forward. “Please! Let me through!”
The crowd parted just in time for me to see something that
looked like a charred human foot and part of a leg fall out
of the fire onto the pier.