1 Death Comes to Town by K.J. Emrick Read Free Book Online

that for? I was already leaving!” He sputtered and swiped coffee from the backs of his shoulders, waiting for her to say something. When she didn’t, he turned towards the door and stalked out of the shop.
    Darcy grabbed a handful of paper towels to clean up the coffee spill. She hadn’t thrown it, of course, but he never would have believed her if she’d told him that Great-Aunt Millie had taken a dislike to him. With a little smirk she watched out the window as Jon stalked down the street. He was very angry with her right now. Good.
    As she bent down to clean up the mess she wondered what it was that Millie was trying to tell her. She wondered if perhaps Jon was the dark figure from her dream.  Could he be the one who killed Anna? Why would he have killed her?
    Deciding that she couldn’t let this go, couldn’t just wait for the police and her sister and that cold hard fish Jon to figure out this mystery, Darcy made her decision. She needed to find out who murdered Anna herself.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Sue came back twenty minutes later.
    “I need to step out for an hour or so,” Darcy said to her. “Can you take care of things for a while?”
    “Sure Darcy. No problem.”
    Darcy headed straight for the police station. The desk sergeant let her through with a nod and a wave. She found Grace sitting at her desk engrossed in paperwork. “Hey,” she said by way of greeting.
    “Oh. Hi Darcy, I didn’t see you there.” She pushed her paperwork aside and leaned back in her chair with a smile.
    “Interesting reading?” Darcy pointed to the report.
    Grace picked it up and shoved it in her desk drawer. “Nope. Not really. What can I do for you, Sis?”
    Darcy looked all around the room. “I was hoping that we could talk. Away from here. Maybe go for a walk?”
    Grace frowned. “Why? What’s wrong?”
    Darcy shook her head. “Not here.”
    They walked in silence for a bit until they were away from the center of town, on a side street that had a few houses on it and no people around to hear them.  “Okay,” Grace said to her then. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
    Darcy took a deep breath. “You have to help me, Grace.”
    “That doesn’t sound too good. What’s happened? Are you in trouble? Has it got anything to do with Anna’s murder?”
    Darcy put a hand up to stop the questions. “Nothing’s happened, yet. Well, nothing tangible anyway.” She paused for a moment. “I’m getting signs from my sixth sense that I need to solve Anna’s death.”
    “Really? That’s what you need my help with? No way. Look sis. I don’t understand everything that happens to you or what you can do. But I do know that you’ve gotten into trouble too many times before playing around with…whatever it is you play around with. You should just stay out of it this time.”
    Darcy should have known that she would get this reaction from Grace. Her sister had buried her head in the sand more often than not when it came to matters of the supernatural.
    They stopped, and Grace put a finger up to accentuate her point. “And if you do find out anything that relates to Anna’s death, with your sixth sense of your sense of style or whatever, then you need to tell me. Got it?”
    Darcy watched as her sister stalked away back towards the town center. Darcy knew she wouldn’t get any more help from Grace. She’d have to take matters into her own hands.
    ***
    Darcy walked slowly back to her store with her mind on what she would need to do. She needed the information that the police obviously had. Her sister had never been a good liar. She knew something. And it would be in that report she had seen on Grace’s desk.
    She needed to break into the police department. That much was obvious. So what would she need? Time. She’d need to be there when hardly anyone else was. Most importantly, she would need Grace’s keys, but how to get them?
    The day got darker as she saw Jeff coming towards her down the street. She