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

one, and leaned against the counter. A sharp memory flitted across my mind: the two of us licking chocolate chip cookie dough from a bowl.
    He cleared his throat. "So?"
    "A few weeks ago, I sensed your father was hiding something that involved another woman. There was something about it that made me suspect he was cheating on Tessa. But I didn't know that for sure. I didn't even tell my grandfather."
    "You could have told me."
    His earnestness confused me. "You hardly talk to me anymore."
    He raised his arms in frustration. "What does that have to do with anything?"
    "You called me a witch, okay? Many, many times. You think I was going to give you more reasons to call me that?"
    "I'm sorry I called you a witch," he said, his expression softening. "It's really stupid. I was angry back then. But this is different. This concerns my family."
    I cocked an eyebrow. "Remember the last time I sensed something that concerned your family? You'll recall that's why you stopped talking to me."
    He shook his head. "You were reading me. You know I hate that."
    "I didn't mean to read you," I said, with a note of p leading in my voice. "I was only trying to—"
    "I don't care about any of that right now," he said, waving his hands.
    I took a calming breath. "All right. I had planned to talk to my grandfather about what I'd sensed, to ask him what I should do. Then the murder happened."
    He waited. "And?"
    "And, well, the truth came out. Turns out most of the town knew, anyway."
    Zeke flinched. I knew he was thinking about that news story. "But you're my friend. You could have said something."
    I am? I squeezed the cool water bottle. "I honestly didn't think I could."
    He nodded, opened his water, and drank half of it in one swallow. "That's my fault. But now, right here, you can be honest. Did you see my father..." He stopped abruptly.
    I closed my eyes. He was going to ask the same thing Eric asked.
    He continued. "You read that story, heard the rumors. "Did my father kill her?"
    I opened my eyes and reluctantly looked into his. "I don't know."
    He tightened his lips. "What did you see?"
    I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn't have. But I did. "I think she was supposed to meet him or Eric out there."
    His face crumpled, and I thought for a second he was going to cry.
    "But it doesn't mean your father killed her," I said quickly. I changed the subject. "Tamzen and I were at the mall today. We saw Eric on the way out. He must have followed us all the way to Chelsea. He wanted to know what I told the police about him."
    "What happened?"
    "He got mad, grabbed my arm."
    Zeke's jaw clenched, and he let out a sharp breath. After several seconds of silence, he said, "I remember Adam asking Kate out after she and Eric broke up."
    "They'd broken up?" Eric hadn't mentioned it.
    He nodded. "Adam asked her out. She had this disgusted look on her face. Everybody laughed, and he went away mad. Eric found out about it and was pissed."
    I furrowed my brow. "You think Adam killed her?"
    "Just throwing out ideas. Anybody but my father."
    His cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and stared at the screen.
    "Is it Tamzen?" I said.
    He looked up at me sharply and shoved the phone back in his pocket. "I'm late for practice," he said, draining the bottle and setting it on the counter.
    I walked him t o the door and longed to say something comforting. Instead, I watched him retreat.
    Upstairs, I checked my e-mail and groaned when I saw the e-ticket my parents bought. For a moment, I pretended I was a private investigator with only a few days to solve a murder. Where would I sta rt? Kate had embarrassed Adam. Would he kill her for that? Would Eric kill her for breaking up with him? What and where was the murder weapon? Had the police found evidence tying the murder to someone?
    It was stupid idea. The police were equipped to investigate and solve the murder. But I was something they weren't.
    I was a human lie detector. The drawback? I couldn't sense what