Black-Eyed Moon (A Guinan Jones Paranormal Mystery #1) by Callista Foley Read Free Book Online

started going together at the end of our sophomore year, she'd hooked up with a senior.
    She stared at me, apparently waiting for another reaction.
    "What do you want me to say? Um...congratulations?"
    She pursed her lips. "That sounds vaguely sarcastic."
    "You and Zeke did it?"
    She sat back and stared at the table. Her ears still bright red. I guess it was time I accepted that my best friend and the boy I'd always liked were together in every sense of the word.
    I softened my expression. "When did this big event happen?"
    She leaned forward. "Saturday night."
    A flash of deception?
    I raised my eyebrows. "The night Kate was killed?"
    She gaped . "You have to remind me?"
    "Sorry. W here did you do it? Not at Jepson's Point—"
    "No way," she said, her face pinched like she'd tasted a lemon. "We didn't do it in the back seat of a car or on the ground in the woods. My parents were out of town overnight."
    My mouth fell open. "You didn't tell me they were out of town. You did it in your parents' house?"
    "The trip was a last-minute thing. I told Zeke I wanted to take advantage of having the house to myself, and he was down."
    "So why now?"
    She stared at her purse and fiddled with it. "Why not now? We've been together for a year. I wanted to ages ago, but he wanted to wait."
    I wanted to be married before I had sex. But if Zeke and I were together and had the place to ourselves, I might be tempted to...but we weren't together. We weren't even friends.
    "You are happy for me, aren't you?"
    Happy that someone else had sex? Rather than verbalize an answer, I smiled. "Let's go."
    She watched me for a second, seemed satisfied, and grabbed her purse and shopping bag. She was about to get into details of her night with Zeke when we both stopped short of the exit.
    Eric Rodman, Kate's boyfriend, was pacing near the doors. He stopped when he spotted us. He raked his hand through his black hair. His jaw clenched, and his blue eyes bore holes into me.
    "What the hell is his problem?" Tamzen said.
    We headed to a door a few feet from where he stood. He walked over and stopped in front of us, blocking the way. I made eye contact with him. His grief and anger were palpable. I felt his emotions in my chest. Tamzen grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to her.
    "What do you want?" she said.
    "I want to talk to you," he said, still staring at me.
    "Take a number," she said, pushing past him. Eric grabbed my other arm. It didn't hurt, but I gasped, anyway.
    "Hey!"
    "I need to talk to you," he said through gritted teeth.
    "Eric, if you don't leave us alone —"
    "I'm not talking to you," he said to Tamzen. With his emphasis on the last word, I sensed more than just irritation. Her grip slackened but she didn't move. His eyes, dark circles under them, slid back to me.
    "I want to know what you told the cops about me."
     

Chapter Seven
     
    "Did you tell them I did it?"
    Eric's nostril s flared. He hardly ever acknowledged me when we passed each other in the hallways at school. Now he was demanding answers.
    "Did you do it?" Tamzen said.
    He snarled. "One more word out of you—"
    "I didn't tell them anything about you, Eric," I said. "I don't know anything to tell." When he wouldn't back down, I stepped between him and Tamzen. "You dated Kate. Of course the police are going to question you."
    He stopped glaring at Tamzen, glanced at me, and backed off.
    "Idiot," Tamzen said under her breath.
    "You know who killed her?"
    You, perhaps? I shook my head.
    "You're a psychic, right?" he said, frowning. "You see things before they happen?"
    "She doesn't do that, jerk," Tamzen said. "She can't see the future."
    I kept quiet about the dream. This was so new, I could hardly believe it myself.
    "Then what do you do?" he said, narrowing his eyes.
    I took a deep breath and looked at Tamzen. She gave me an encouraging nod.
    "I can sort of see a dead person's last thoughts." No matter how many times I've said this, it always sounded strange. But Eric didn't roll