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next morning, he was gone. But Grace was there. She had snuck into Darcy’s bedroom quietly, and when she saw that Darcy was awake she held up her hand with a key on a ring dangling from her finger. “I hope you don’t mind, I used the key you gave me. I didn’t want to disturb you if you were asleep.”
    “That’s fine.” Darcy stretched and yawned. The room seemed a little emptier for Jon not being there. He must have left early to go to work.
    “How are you?” Grace asked, frowning at her. “You don’t look great.” 
    “Thanks,” Darcy grimaced at her sister and sat up. She felt incredibly hungry. Her headache from last night was mostly gone, with just a lingering touch at the back of her mind.
    Grace grabbed the chair in the corner of the room and dragged it closer to the bed. She plopped down into it and ran her fingers through her dark hair. “I spoke to someone at Jon’s old department, over in Pequot Lakes.”
    “What did you do that for? There was no need.” Darcy stretched and wished she’d changed out of her clothes before going to bed. Oh well. She smiled at her sister. “I know the whole story anyway. He told me.”
    Grace’s eyebrows shot up. “So he told you that he attacked someone?”
    A cold shock spread through her at her sister’s words. Darcy furrowed her brow and shook her head. “What do you mean?”
    Grace gave her a long look. “Jon’s file also had an attack charge on it but there were no details listed about it. I’m still trying to find out more information.” She gave Darcy another look. “I do trust Jon, but be careful for me, will you sis?”
    Grace stood up and returned the chair to the corner. She patted Darcy’s leg through the blanket. “You always did follow your heart. Be careful it doesn’t lead you down the wrong path, okay?”
    Darcy said, “Yes, I agree. Thanks for coming Grace. Thanks for…looking into this.”
    After Grace had left, Darcy spent a long time thinking about what her sister had told her. Did this mean Jon was being dishonest with her again?
    Maybe it was just a mistake. Was there anything to it at all? He was a police officer, for crying out loud, and sometimes cops were accused of using excessive force. Weren’t they? She blew out a long breath and told herself she had to decide. Either she trusted Jon, or she didn’t.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Darcy was feeling better the next day but had decided to stay home just in case. She didn’t want to overdo it. The communication had taken more out of her than she realized. It had been so intense, this time. She never liked to perform those. It always seemed to sap away some of her inner strength. Some of her soul, to be more specific.
    When Darcy had been just a girl, not even into her teens, she had delved heavily into the world of the occult. Spurred by visions she couldn’t understand, visions that always came true in some way, she took out books from the local library and read everything they had to offer on the subject of the occult.
    That’s where she had first learned how to do a communication with the spirit world. She had been so proud of herself, up in her room, surrounded by a circle of candles, exhaling and inhaling and working up a connection to the other side that would bring forth a ghost for her to talk to.
    After that night, she had taken all of the books back to the library and boxed up all of the candles and tried to deny the whole thing had ever happened.
    Her sixth sense had other ideas for her.
    She shuddered at the memory. This communication had felt different somehow, though, and had taken even more out of her than usual. She had called Sue early in the morning to say she was too sick to go into work and to ask the girl if she wouldn’t mind taking care of things for her for another day. Sue had told her not to worry and that she had it all under control. Darcy didn’t doubt it for a minute. She knew that she could always depend upon Sue.
    She spent the morning