driver from the other car? That was ridiculous. He wouldn’t have stuck around if that was true. He certainly wouldn’t have sat by Lindsay’s bedside until she woke up. What if Lindsay had pointed at him and told everyone Alan was the one who had caused the accident? Not to mention, Alan was wearing his wedding ring. On a chain around his neck, sure, but Darcy had seen the same kind of necklace around Lindsay’s neck. Tradition. It was what brought families together.
She sighed. Maybes, what-ifs, and a healthy helping of suspicion. It all added up to nothing. Here she sat, ready to accuse an innocent man of the unthinkable. Sometimes, she really wished the visions she got from the other side could be clear. Like, “Here’s the murderer. Arrest him.” That would be great.
“Do you hear me, Universe?” she whispered to the ceiling as Rosie went up to the front of the room to stare at the purple mountain sunset. “Do you hear me? Messages that make sense. Is that too much to ask?”
The universe didn’t answer her. Which was okay, really. Darcy was used to finding her own answers.
What she needed to do right now was go back and talk to Jon again. He must have something on the registration of that car by now. “Rosie? If you’re going to stay here with Lindsay do you mind if I borrow your car? I’d like to go back into Misty Hollow for a while.”
“Sure, Darcy. You go back. I want to stay with Lindsay and Alan for a while. You’ll come back for me later?”
“Of course. I won’t be more than an hour or two. I just need to check on a few things. Besides, I thought you might want to make it for book club tonight after all? It would let you take your mind off things.”
Rosie came back to her and gave Darcy a big hug. “Thank you. That might be just what I need. After all, Lindsay’s in good hands with her husband here.”
Darcy wasn’t sure she could agree with that. At least, not yet.
Chapter Five
It was nearly six o’clock when she got back to Misty Hollow. How had the day gotten away from her so quickly? The book club was supposed to meet at eight tonight to discuss the Divergent series by Veronica Roth. It was a newer series than what they usually read, but Darcy thought it was a good pick for their group. A little fantasy, a little social commentary, and lots of action. Something for everyone.
She hadn’t even had dinner yet, she realized. There wasn’t time to go home, although her big tomcat Smudge was probably missing her by now. A quick sandwich from Helen’s café would be just the thing.
While she was in the Bean There Bakery and Café she picked up something for Jon too, knowing that he wouldn’t have stopped work long enough to get a meal for himself. Without her watching over him there were nights that he would starve. Especially when he got caught up in a case. Grace usually took care of him when she was working, but now that her baby was almost due, he and his new partner Wilson Barton were on their own.
Elizabeth Archer handed Darcy her order, two turkey sandwiches on hoagie rolls with Russian dressing and American cheese. Darcy and Jon always laughed at the way they could get those two great nations together on one sandwich when in real life they hardly ever saw eye to eye on anything. She thanked Elizabeth and paid for the food. While she was waiting for her change she asked if Helen had been in today.
“Not today,” Elizabeth answered, settling her baseball cap down tighter over her long auburn hair. Wearing it up like that left her face bare and revealed the burn scars she had tried to hide for so long. She’d become less sensitive about her appearance over the months she’d been living in Misty Hollow, once she realized everyone accepted her for who she was, not how she looked. “Why do you ask? You need to talk to her? I can give her a call if you
She sighed. Maybes, what-ifs, and a healthy helping of suspicion. It all added up to nothing. Here she sat, ready to accuse an innocent man of the unthinkable. Sometimes, she really wished the visions she got from the other side could be clear. Like, “Here’s the murderer. Arrest him.” That would be great.
“Do you hear me, Universe?” she whispered to the ceiling as Rosie went up to the front of the room to stare at the purple mountain sunset. “Do you hear me? Messages that make sense. Is that too much to ask?”
The universe didn’t answer her. Which was okay, really. Darcy was used to finding her own answers.
What she needed to do right now was go back and talk to Jon again. He must have something on the registration of that car by now. “Rosie? If you’re going to stay here with Lindsay do you mind if I borrow your car? I’d like to go back into Misty Hollow for a while.”
“Sure, Darcy. You go back. I want to stay with Lindsay and Alan for a while. You’ll come back for me later?”
“Of course. I won’t be more than an hour or two. I just need to check on a few things. Besides, I thought you might want to make it for book club tonight after all? It would let you take your mind off things.”
Rosie came back to her and gave Darcy a big hug. “Thank you. That might be just what I need. After all, Lindsay’s in good hands with her husband here.”
Darcy wasn’t sure she could agree with that. At least, not yet.
Chapter Five
It was nearly six o’clock when she got back to Misty Hollow. How had the day gotten away from her so quickly? The book club was supposed to meet at eight tonight to discuss the Divergent series by Veronica Roth. It was a newer series than what they usually read, but Darcy thought it was a good pick for their group. A little fantasy, a little social commentary, and lots of action. Something for everyone.
She hadn’t even had dinner yet, she realized. There wasn’t time to go home, although her big tomcat Smudge was probably missing her by now. A quick sandwich from Helen’s café would be just the thing.
While she was in the Bean There Bakery and Café she picked up something for Jon too, knowing that he wouldn’t have stopped work long enough to get a meal for himself. Without her watching over him there were nights that he would starve. Especially when he got caught up in a case. Grace usually took care of him when she was working, but now that her baby was almost due, he and his new partner Wilson Barton were on their own.
Elizabeth Archer handed Darcy her order, two turkey sandwiches on hoagie rolls with Russian dressing and American cheese. Darcy and Jon always laughed at the way they could get those two great nations together on one sandwich when in real life they hardly ever saw eye to eye on anything. She thanked Elizabeth and paid for the food. While she was waiting for her change she asked if Helen had been in today.
“Not today,” Elizabeth answered, settling her baseball cap down tighter over her long auburn hair. Wearing it up like that left her face bare and revealed the burn scars she had tried to hide for so long. She’d become less sensitive about her appearance over the months she’d been living in Misty Hollow, once she realized everyone accepted her for who she was, not how she looked. “Why do you ask? You need to talk to her? I can give her a call if you
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