2 Mists of the Past by K.J. Emrick Page A

around town last month when Anna and Jeff were murdered. “She seems so nice but I’ve learned that people are often not what they seem. Oh, I just don’t know.”
    Jon stood up. “Tell you what. I’ll go and question Lily right now. Maybe being honest with her like we’re being with each other will get some answers to all of these questions.”
    He started for the door and Darcy got up to follow him. He put a hand on her arm to stop her. “You stay here, this is police business. I’d feel better if you stayed here.” He left as she was trying to formulate the words to argue with him. She stared at the closed door for several moments before throwing her head back against the couch. She couldn’t say that she wasn’t a little miffed about being left out of this, even if she did understand his reasoning.
    She stayed at home for an hour, cleaning up, reading, pacing. Finally she couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to find Jon and find out what was happening.
    ***
    Ten minutes later Darcy arrived at the police station. She had practically run all the way into to town. Jon rolled his eyes at her when she came through the doorway.
    “I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away for long,” he grinned at her. “You’re starting to give our desk Sergeant fits, you know. You’re in here more often than some of the people who actually work here.”
    She sat down at his desk with a little smile. It was true. Not only did trouble find her, but sometimes she actively sought it out. Finger combing her windblown hair, she said, “What happened?”
    He shrugged. “Lily said she didn’t know anything about any murder and refused to come in with me to talk. She got so agitated that she slapped me.”
    Darcy was shocked, but Jon put his hands up and motioned for her not to worry. “It didn’t hurt. It did, however, make my job easy. I was able to bring her in for assaulting a police officer. I’ve been letting her cool down a bit before I question her.”
    “Are you going to charge her? Send her to court?”
    “No. If I arrested everyone who got mad at me the jails would be full. It does give me an excuse to go and question her now.”
    Jon got up from his chair and moved towards the interrogation room. One of the interrogation rooms was fitted with a one-way mirror, and Darcy went to stand on this side of it as Jon went inside the room. She looked at Lily through the glass. Was this the murderer? How could they tell?
    Some days, she wished her sixth sense could do more for her than muddle her life.
     

Chapter Nine
     
    Darcy continued to watch through the one way glass as Jon questioned Lily.
    “Have you ever lived anywhere else Lily?” Jon asked. “Do you know anything about Kyle Young?” Lily started to cry. “Do you enjoy poetry?” Jon kept throwing the questions at her, getting nothing but more crying for his efforts.
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Lily managed to say in between sobs.  Darcy could see that Jon wasn’t going to get anywhere. Not this way. Without waiting for permission she entered the room where Jon was interrogating Lily.
    “What are you doing Darcy?” Jon asked. “You can’t be in here.” She ignored him and sat down next to Lily, taking hold of her hands. She had decided, watching all this, that she would try to use her sixth sense to get some answers. Darcy closed her eyes and concentrated. But nothing happened. She didn’t feel anything. She let go of Lily’s hands, stood up and left the room with Jon following her.
    “What was that all about?” he demanded.
    Darcy looked back into the room through the one way glass at the still crying Lily. “It seems like Lily is probably innocent. You’re not getting anything from her so I just wanted to try it my way.”
    He waited before asking, “And?”
    She shrugged.  “Nothing. I didn’t sense anything at all.”
    Jon shook his head. “All right. But I want to hold her for a bit longer anyway…” He was