Dangerous Melody (2012)
“As near as they could glean from the elderly gas station attendant, there was a small stone structure about fifteen miles out of town that had been vacant for periods of time, but for the past few years was inhabited by a man matching Eugene’s description.
“Have you spoken to him before?” Stephanie asked, pushing her wind-whipped bangs out of her face.
The attendant shrugged, arching a grizzled eyebrow. “Not much of a talker, except to himself. Carries around a sketch pad and scribbles all the time. Don’t like people much. That’s about all I know.”
Stephanie thanked him and turned to go.
“Plays real nice, though,” the attendant added.
Luca’s eyebrows shot up. “Plays?”
The man nodded. “Yeah. I heard him one time when I was taking my grandkids out for a dune buggy ride around the stone house. We were resting in the shade near his place.
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