Darcy Sweet Mystery - Books One to Six (Darcy Sweet Mystery Box Set Book 1) by K.J. Emrick

Author:K.J. Emrick [Emrick, K.J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: South Coast Publishing
Published: 2014-04-16T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

By the time she got back to Jon’s and he drove them to the police station it was almost midnight. They used Jon’s keys to get in the back door. The police force staffed only one or two officers each night, and right now both patrols were out on the streets somewhere. Jon showed Darcy the plain metal desk that Grant used to sit at, explaining the Chief had pointed it out to him when Jon had asked. It was just like all the others in the room, and it was someone else’s now, of course, but it should still hold a connection to Grant.

Darcy sat down cross legged right on top of the table. She levelled a look at Jon and said, “Don’t you dare make any jokes. This is necessary.”

“Of course it is,” he said drily. “How else would you do this but sitting your rear end on the desk?”

“You can leave if you want to. I know this sort of thing makes you uncomfortable.”

“Your rear end does not make me uncomfortable.”

She smiled at him. “Silly boy. You know what I mean.”

He shook his head. “I can handle it.” He moved back to lean against one of the other desks and crossed his arms over his chest, watching her.

Darcy nodded and then closed her eyes. There was no room to use the candles here, plus it would take too long to go and get them from home. She breathed deeply and tried to tap into the gray fog in the recesses of her mind that was her channel to the other side. She didn’t know how other people with her sort of gift did this. This was just how she did it. How she had taught herself to use her sixth sense.

In the mists of her mind’s eye, a figure appeared. She was surprised that she could feel Grant’s presence so quickly. A tall man, dark and shadowy, wearing a police officer’s uniform and waiting for her to say something.

“Are you Grant Peterson?”

The figure never spoke. It never moved. Yet it answered her.

Yes.

“Grant, we need your help. The fire at the Fender home. What happened the night of the fire at their manor house? Did you see Angelica in the building?”

Yes.

Chills ran up Darcy’s spine. The connection was very, very strong. Whatever Grant knew, he desperately wanted to help her. “Grant, this is important. Angelica’s daughter, Sarah, is troubled. She thinks there’s more to the fire and her mother’s death. Did you see Angelica die?”

No.

Okay, Darcy thought to herself. That was less than helpful. “What did you see?”

Tried to save her, tried to help her.

“What did you see?”

She was there in the house standing waiting for me, standing there. She waited for me until I saw her, waited for me then ran back into the flames, ran back in.

“She went back into the flames? Into the fire?”

Yes.

“Is it possible she got out another way?”

Grant’s spirit swirled and shifted. He didn’t know.

“Thank you, Grant. I’m sorry for disturbing you.

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