Dawn in Eclipse Bay

or her palm.
    She stepped back quickly.
    Someone had been in this room.
    Take deep breaths. Think about logical possibilities.
    Burglary.
    She whirled around, examining the scene once more. Nothing appeared to be missing.
    She rushed back out into the living room and threw open the doors of the cabinet that housed her entertainment electronics. The expensive equipment was still safely stowed in place on the shelves.
    She went cautiously down the hall to the small second bedroom that she used as a study. Halting in the doorway, she studied the interior. The most valuable item in this room was the art glass vase her parents had given her for her birthday last year. It glowed orange and red on the shelf near her desk.
    She was definitely overreacting here. Maybe she was on edge because of the tension of dealing with Gabe.
    More deep breaths. Other logical possibilities.
    The cleaning people .
    She had canceled the weekly appointments until further notice. But there could have been a mix-up about the dates. The cleaners had a key. Perhaps they had come in last Friday on the usual day.
    It made sense. One of them might have tried to close the closet door. But surely a professional housecleaner would have wiped off the smear on the mirror?
    Then again, perhaps the cleaner had been in a hurry and hadn’t noticed the smudge.
    The light winked on the phone, snapping her out of her reverie. Belatedly it occurred to her that she hadn’t checked her messages during the time she had been away in Eclipse Bay. She pulled herself out of the doorway, crossed to the desk and punched in the code.
    There had been two calls. Both had been received the night before last between ten and eleven o’clock. In each instance the caller had stayed on the line long enough for the beep to sound. But no one had left a message.
    A shiver went through her. She listened to the long silence before the hangup and fancied she could hear the unknown caller breathing.
    Logical possibilities.
    Two wrong numbers in a row. People rarely left messages when they dialed a wrong number.
    This was crazy. She needed to get a grip and fast.
    She grabbed the phone and dialed the number of the agency that cleaned regularly. The answer to her question came immediately.
    “Yes, we sent the crew in last Friday,” the secretary said apologetically. “Sorry about the mix-up. We’ll give you a free cleaning when you restart the service.”
    “No, that’s all right. I just wanted to know if you had been into the apartment, that’s all.”
    She put the phone down and waited for her heart to stop pounding. It took a while.

    She did the little black dress bit for the dinner. The darkened hotel banquet room was filled to capacity with members of both the business and academic worlds. She sat at the head table, next to the wife of the guest of honor, and listened, fascinated, to Gabe’s introductory remarks. She had known this event was important to him but she had not been prepared for the deep and very genuine warmth of his words.
    “…Like so many of you here tonight, I, too, was profoundly influenced by Dr. Montoya…”
    He stood easily in front of the crowd, hands braced on either side of the podium frame, speaking without notes.
    “…I will never forget that memorable day in my senior year when Dr. Montoya called me into his office to discuss my first five-year plan, a plan which, in all modesty, I can only describe as visionary…”
    Laughter interrupted him for a moment.
    “…‘Gabe,’ Dr. Montoya said, ‘with this plan, I sincerely doubt that you could attract enough venture capital to put up a lemonade stand…’”
    The audience roared. Beneath the cover of applause, Dolores Montoya, a lively woman with silver-and-black hair, leaned over to whisper in Lillian’s ear.
    “Thank goodness the committee chose Gabe to make the introduction. At this kind of event half the crowd is usually dozing by the time the guest of honor gets to the podium. At least he’s keeping them awake.”
    Lillian did not avert her attention off Gabe. “Trust me, he won’t let anyone fall asleep. This is important to him. I hadn’t realized just how important until now.”
    “My husband has told me more than once that Gabe was the most determined student he ever had in the classroom,” Delores told her.
    At the podium, Gabe continued his remarks.
    “…I’m happy to say that I finally got my lemonade stand up and running…”
    This understatement was greeted by