did whenever something worried her. In the back of her mind, a thought was forming. Something here was off. What was it? Did Nielson have something to do with Megan's death?
There was one way to find out. Something only she could do.
Shane had pinned Nielson's arms behind his back as he protested that the drugs weren't his and he didn't know anything about Megan and they had no right to arrest him and on and on. From his duty belt, Shane produced black metal handcuffs and fit them around both of the scrawny man's wrists.
Darcy stepped in closer and made sure Shane and Blake's attention was on the drugs, not her, as she let her hand brush against Nielson's, making it look like an accident.
Sometimes, when she touched someone, her abilities flooded her with images and memories that the person carried close to the surface of their mind. Not always. Sometimes it didn't work at all. Sometimes it just happened. Other times, like now, she had to concentrate and insert a little of her own life force to make it work.
But work it did.
Time stopped as a vision came to her. This apartment. Two days ago. Maybe three. Through Nielson's eyes she saw Megan sitting on the ratty green couch in the living room, sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking and her cheeks wet with tears.
"I'm sorry," Megan said, her long blonde hair falling forward to cover her striking brown eyes. "I shouldn't put this on you, Niel. I just didn't know who else to turn to. I couldn't trust Blair with this—"
The world around Darcy lurched forward again as Nielson pulled away from her with a start. "Hey! Don’t touch me. Get off me!"
Shane and Blake both snapped their heads up, the close space of the bathroom making for a moment of uneasy tension until Jon pulled Nielson out, pretending to be the one the drug dealer had been talking to. "Don't tell me what to do, Mister Daye. You're under arrest. Get used to being touched. Shane, Blake, log all that stuff before we start collecting it."
"Jon," Darcy whispered to him as they stepped back into the living room, "Megan was here. A few days ago."
Nielson overheard her. "What? How do you know that!"
"Well, for one thing," Jon told him, pushing him down on the couch, "you just told us."
Looking sheepish, Nielson slumped back against the torn cushions, his hands trapped behind him. He was being arrested for a pretty serious drug crime, and he'd just let slip that a missing girl who just happened to be his ex-girlfriend had been in his apartment just days ago. Not to mention his earlier comments about how he hated Megan for leaving him.
Nielson knew he was in serious trouble. It was written all over his face. Jon shifted his weight in a subtle way, and Darcy knew he was ready to pounce.
"Okay, Mister Daye. Here's the way I see it. You're already looking at prison. The question is whether you want to go up for a long time, or a short time. If you have information I need then I can talk to the District Attorney's office and tell them how helpful you were."
He bent closer from his waist, his smile predatory. "And we both know you have information I need. How about you save us some time and just give it to me?"
Nielson's face flushed a harsh red that made his complexion look even worse. "Fine, Mister Super Cop. You got me. Megan was here. On Wednesday. Imagine my surprise when my ex knocks on my door crying hysterically and saying I'm the only one she can trust. Like nothing had ever happened. Ha! That crazy little mixed up, no good—"
Jon snapped his fingers in front of Nielson's face. "Focus for me, Mister Daye. Why was Megan so upset?"
"She said she was in trouble. Said someone was trying to ruin her life."
"Did she say who?"
Nielson shook his head, slumping down more. "No, she didn't. And I didn't ask, because I just didn't care. I thought she'd come back to me. I thought maybe she realized she'd
There was one way to find out. Something only she could do.
Shane had pinned Nielson's arms behind his back as he protested that the drugs weren't his and he didn't know anything about Megan and they had no right to arrest him and on and on. From his duty belt, Shane produced black metal handcuffs and fit them around both of the scrawny man's wrists.
Darcy stepped in closer and made sure Shane and Blake's attention was on the drugs, not her, as she let her hand brush against Nielson's, making it look like an accident.
Sometimes, when she touched someone, her abilities flooded her with images and memories that the person carried close to the surface of their mind. Not always. Sometimes it didn't work at all. Sometimes it just happened. Other times, like now, she had to concentrate and insert a little of her own life force to make it work.
But work it did.
Time stopped as a vision came to her. This apartment. Two days ago. Maybe three. Through Nielson's eyes she saw Megan sitting on the ratty green couch in the living room, sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking and her cheeks wet with tears.
"I'm sorry," Megan said, her long blonde hair falling forward to cover her striking brown eyes. "I shouldn't put this on you, Niel. I just didn't know who else to turn to. I couldn't trust Blair with this—"
The world around Darcy lurched forward again as Nielson pulled away from her with a start. "Hey! Don’t touch me. Get off me!"
Shane and Blake both snapped their heads up, the close space of the bathroom making for a moment of uneasy tension until Jon pulled Nielson out, pretending to be the one the drug dealer had been talking to. "Don't tell me what to do, Mister Daye. You're under arrest. Get used to being touched. Shane, Blake, log all that stuff before we start collecting it."
"Jon," Darcy whispered to him as they stepped back into the living room, "Megan was here. A few days ago."
Nielson overheard her. "What? How do you know that!"
"Well, for one thing," Jon told him, pushing him down on the couch, "you just told us."
Looking sheepish, Nielson slumped back against the torn cushions, his hands trapped behind him. He was being arrested for a pretty serious drug crime, and he'd just let slip that a missing girl who just happened to be his ex-girlfriend had been in his apartment just days ago. Not to mention his earlier comments about how he hated Megan for leaving him.
Nielson knew he was in serious trouble. It was written all over his face. Jon shifted his weight in a subtle way, and Darcy knew he was ready to pounce.
"Okay, Mister Daye. Here's the way I see it. You're already looking at prison. The question is whether you want to go up for a long time, or a short time. If you have information I need then I can talk to the District Attorney's office and tell them how helpful you were."
He bent closer from his waist, his smile predatory. "And we both know you have information I need. How about you save us some time and just give it to me?"
Nielson's face flushed a harsh red that made his complexion look even worse. "Fine, Mister Super Cop. You got me. Megan was here. On Wednesday. Imagine my surprise when my ex knocks on my door crying hysterically and saying I'm the only one she can trust. Like nothing had ever happened. Ha! That crazy little mixed up, no good—"
Jon snapped his fingers in front of Nielson's face. "Focus for me, Mister Daye. Why was Megan so upset?"
"She said she was in trouble. Said someone was trying to ruin her life."
"Did she say who?"
Nielson shook his head, slumping down more. "No, she didn't. And I didn't ask, because I just didn't care. I thought she'd come back to me. I thought maybe she realized she'd
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