Dawn in Eclipse Bay

here.”
    “You told me that Trevor was into high heels and ladies’ lingerie and that his tastes would be a real turn-off. Can I assume you lied about that, too?”
    “I hated the dressing up part,” Claire explained. “But the man was on track to be a U.S. senator. I figured I could overlook a few eccentricities if it meant I would be a senator’s wife.”
    “Did he really tell you that he would divorce Marilyn and marry you after he was elected?”
    “He promised.” Claire looked down at the blue shirt crumpled in her hands. “Just like Larry Fulton promised we would get engaged after he broke up with you. Nothing ever works out the way it’s supposed to. It not fair, you know? It’s just not fair.”

    Gabe prowled back and forth across the cottage kitchen. “You shouldn’t have confronted her on your own.”
    “You’ve mentioned that several times already.” Lillian propped her elbows on the kitchen table and rested her chin in her hands. “I’ve explained that I went there on impulse.”
    “What if she had turned violent?”
    “She’s not the type.”
    “You can’t be certain.”
    “Gabe, she knows I can’t prove anything.”
    “Unfortunately.”
    “I guess this is one of those situations where you have to let karma happen.”
    “Karma never happens to people like her. Karma is bullshit. The Claires of this world always skate.”
    Lillian looked out the window. “I wouldn’t say that Claire has done a lot of skating in her life. She said that things have never worked out for her. None of her big plans ever jelled. Larry Fulton and I broke up but he didn’t marry her. He married Sheila. Trevor Thornley crashed and burned, so she didn’t get to marry him and become a senator’s wife. She lost her job with Marilyn’s campaign. All and all, Claire hasn’t been what anyone would call a winner.”

    They drove into town for warm croissants and coffee the next morning. Gabe parked in the lot in front of Incandescent Body. He studied the warmly lit interior of the bakery through the windows. A handful of people were clustered inside. The array of vehicles standing in the rain outside included Mitchell’s big SUV, Arizona’s aging truck and Sean Valentine’s cruiser.
    “Looks a little cozy in there,” he said. “Want to go somewhere else?” he asked.
    “There is nowhere else where we can get croissants like the ones they make here.” Lillian pulled up the hood of her rain cloak and reached for the door handle. “Come on, we can deal with this.”
    “I don’t know about that.” Reluctantly he opened the driver’s side door. “It’s a little early for a Harte-Madison scene.”
    “Nonsense. Never too early for one of those.”
    He hunched deeper into his jacket and walked quickly beside her through the drizzle to the entrance.
    He opened the glass door and immediately registered the serious tone of the atmosphere inside. The buzz of conversation was more intense than usual. His first thought was that the sight of Mitchell and Sullivan sharing coffee together had electrified the gossip circuit. But then he realized that no one was paying much attention to the pair, who were seated at a small table with Bryce and Sean.
    Predictably, everyone looked toward the door when it opened. Lillian pushed back the hood of her cloak and bestowed a bright smile on the crowd. Gabe nodded brusquely and headed for the counter. He needed some coffee before he dealt with Mitchell and Sullivan.
    “What’s up?” he asked the Herald who took their orders for croissants and corn bread.
    “Haven’t you heard?”
    Before she could explain, the curtain opened behind her. Arizona leaned out and beckoned urgently.
    “Come on back here, you two,” she hissed. “I’ll brief you along with the others.”
    Gabe looked at Mitchell and Sullivan. They had resumed their conversation with Sean. He was in no great rush to join them, he thought. One of Arizona’s briefings promised to be a lot more entertaining. He glanced at Lillian. She shrugged and turned to go behind the counter.
    He picked up his corn bread and followed her.
    A familiar group of Heralds, including Photon, was gathered at the large worktable. They nodded somberly when Lillian and Gabe joined them.
    “’Morning,” Gabe said.
    “What’s going on?” Lillian asked.
    Arizona rapped a rolling pin on the floured table. “A very interesting development has just occurred. Course, the mainstream media and the local authorities,