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

his eyes or give off the yeah-right vibes.
    "What was she thinking?" He blinked rapidly.
    My grandfather had never forbid me from sharing my insights about the dead. It was assumed I wouldn't. And now, if Eric was a suspect, I definitely shouldn't tell him Kate had thought of him. Wouldn't leave me alone.
    "Look," he said," I know you saw her lying out there. Did you see who killed her?"
    "No."
    Suspicion and a hint of disgust radiated from him. "I thought you said you can see the dead's last thoughts?"
    This was getting sticky. "I can, but...Eric, I don't know who killed her."
    His face crumpled. He took a steadying breath. "What did you see?"
    I noticed Tamzen staring at me, too.
    "Was she alone?" he prompted. "Was she with someone...waiting for someone?"
    "You'll have to ask the police about that. I don't think I shoul d say anything about this case."
    "This case is my dead girlfriend," he shouted. "I want to know wh at the hell you saw."
    "Okay, we're done," Tamzen said. This time she got us past him. She mumbled insults under her breath. We didn't speak until we were inside with the doors locked and the engine running.
    "Guinan, I know you're not supposed to talk about what you do with the police, but was she with Tim or waiting for him?"
    I leaned back in the seat, willing my heart to slow down. The hot air blowing from the vents evaporated the moisture on my face.
    "I'm sorry. I can't talk about it."
    She snorted. "Well, it's kind of obvious she was meeting someone. I mean, she wouldn't go out there at night by herself." She looked at me for confirmation. I turned my head and stared out the window. She slapped her hand against the dashboard, making me jump. I hated when she did that.
    "Did you get any impressions from Eric?"
    I shrugged. "Just what you'd expect. Grief, anger."
    "I'm trying to wrap my head around this," she said. "Zeke needs me, and he's shutting me out."
    His world had been turned upside down, but during times like this, you seek comfort from those who care about you. Maybe he was just too embarrassed by it all or busy comforting his mother and helping with the twins.
    Part of me was glad he was too pr eoccupied to spend time with Tamzen, and that made me feel like a really awful person.
     
    ***
     
    After I dropped Tamzen off, I headed home. I groaned when I remembered I needed to pack. As I turned the corner onto my street, my breath caught in my throat. Zeke's Jeep was parked in front of my house. I had a wild urge to whip the car around and flee in the opposite direction. But I gripped the wheel and sat straighter in the seat. He doesn't bite.
    I pulled into the driveway. We got out of our cars at the same time.
    "Hey," I said, trying to act like this was a normal occurrence. I watched him walk up the driveway. He stopped a few feet from me. Tendrils of sweat-dampened hair stuck to the side of his face.
    "I want to ask you something," he said. Sunglasses blocked his eyes.
    "Okay."
    He walked toward me until we were inches apart. He removed the glasses. His eyes were red-rimmed. "You knew about my father?"
    I nodded.
    "Why didn't you tell me?"
    I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn't know what to say.
    "You knew he was screwing around. You didn't think that was something we needed to know?"
    "I didn't think it was my place , Zeke. I can't go around sharing people's private business—"
    "Private business?" he said, his eyes widening. "You spend time in our house babysitting and having tea with my mother. My father cheating on her was none of her business?"
    My stomach lurched. "That's not what I meant. Look, let's get out of the heat. You want to come in?"
    Without waiting for a response, I marched to the front door. When I stepped inside, the cool air hit my face in sweet relief. I headed for the kitchen and heard the front door close behind me. Zeke hadn't been inside our house in awhile.
    "Still feels like the Arctic in here," he said.
    I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge, handed him