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    Family Secrets: Darcy Sweet Mystery, #8
    Family Secrets: Darcy Sweet Mystery, #8
    Family Secrets: Darcy Sweet Mystery, #8
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    Family Secrets: Darcy Sweet Mystery, #8

    By K.J. Emrick

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    When the Misty Hollow town treasurer is murdered in her own home for once it looks like it is an open and shut case.

    The alleged murderer is caught red handed near the body but is it that straight forward?

    Darcy Sweet knows that nothing is ever that easy where murder is concerned when she sees the ghost of the murder victim.

    Things are complicated even further by the relationship that the alleged murderer has with Darcy's cop boyfriend. Darcy finds out things that she never knew about Jon, and not all of it is good.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSouth Coast Publishing
    Release dateMay 6, 2014
    ISBN9781498973786
    Family Secrets: Darcy Sweet Mystery, #8

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      Family Secrets - K.J. Emrick

      CHAPTER 1

      Darcy Sweet rode in the front seat of Jon Tinker’s police car in silence. The red light on the dash flashed and spun, slicing through the shadows under the trees around them with menace and foreboding.

      They had driven a few miles outside the main part of town already, to a part of Misty Hollow where the roads were more like one lane dirt paths that didn’t go anywhere. On a map, they would be driving on Woodbridge Lane. In reality they were slowing down every so often to make sure the car fit between towering oak trees or pulling over onto the soft, grassy shoulders to avoid deep ruts. It was a pretty area to take a walk in, and Darcy had taken rides through here on her bicycle dozens of times when she had a few hours with nothing else to do.

      It was evening now, and sunset was coming, and the area got creepy in the dark. Everywhere that Darcy looked, tendrils of mist rose up from the ground, taunting her, mixing between blood red and ghostly pale as Jon’s emergency light continued to flash. Because of her special abilities, she could see and know things that most people couldn’t. She could talk to the dead, for instance. They could talk to her too, even though there were times when she wished they wouldn’t. So she knew what she was seeing through the car window. The mists that had gave the town its name a few centuries ago always appeared when something bad had happened.

      Jon had gotten a phone call while they were at home, after they had just returned from Ryansburg where Marla the Misty Hollow librarian had been murdered. Now they were on their way to another crime scene to investigate someone else’s death.

      Darcy grimaced at the reflection staring back at her in the glass. She really needed to rethink her life. Her green eyes blinked agreement at her.

      She and Jon had been in the middle of a very important conversation when he got that call. She bit her lip, thinking back on how she had gotten the nerve up to ask Jon to marry her. Yup. The whole scene played out in her memory, and it was like something from a romantic comedy. Except for his answer. Nothing to laugh at there.

      You haven’t said two words to me since we left the house, Jon said to her suddenly.

      Yes I have, she said, sitting up, I said ‘turn here’ at the last intersection.

      He snorted. It wasn’t quite a laugh.

      Up ahead, she could see several parked cars, and the flashing red and blue strobes of an ambulance.

      We need to talk, Darcy, he said to her, for something like the fourth time.

      She kept her gaze carefully out the window, on the scene they were approaching, as she answered him. I couldn’t agree more. That's what we were doing at home, if you remember. We can’t exactly talk now, though. Jon stopped the car, parking up on the front lawn of a house surrounded by yellow tape and emergency vehicles. For now, she said, let’s go see what happened.

      He caught her elbow as she was opening the door. Darcy, you need to know a few things first. Like why we’re here.

      We’re here because someone died. He gave her arm back but then he just sat there, like he wanted to say something and couldn’t figure out how. Oh, for Pete’s sake, Jon. Tell me later. Let’s just go.

      She got out of the car, stepping into the warm evening. A sudden breeze stirred her hair and rustled in the grass where last Autumn’s dead leaves still hid. In spite of the gentle warmth early spring had brought to Misty Hollow, a shiver climbed up Darcy’s spine.

      The house was the source of that chill. Darcy was looking up at it now, a hulking shape of angles and gabled roofs, set back from Woodbridge Lane by a good hundred feet. Spotlights washed harsh light across the dull gray siding and the shuttered windows. A tall chimney of large, oddly shaped stones climbed up high above the peak of the roof. With her abilities she could sense more than just what her eyes and ears told her. Something bad had happened here.

      In a second story window, the only one with the shutters pushed aside, Darcy saw a woman standing and watching. She was tall and elderly, her white hair done into a tight braid over the left shoulder of her black dress. Her expression was grim.

      As Darcy watched, the woman faded and then disappeared. Darcy recognized her. It was the Widow Chartrand. Her ghost, anyway.

      What is it? Jon asked, following her line of sight without seeing anything. Was there something up there? Did you sense something?

      Yes, she said, lowering her voice so that none of the police officers or volunteer ambulance people could hear. Jon, what happened here?

      The Widow Chartrand was killed, he said, like I told you on the way over.

      She looked up at him, into his handsome face, with his blue eyes in shadow and dark hair ruffled by the breeze. His expression was tight. Jon knew what Darcy’s abilities let her do. He might not understand it all, and she knew how some of it still disturbed him, but he had moved well past the fear and misunderstanding a lot of people had.

      That was one of the things that let her know how perfect they were for each other. Marriage had seemed like the natural progression of their relationship.

      Until she had actually asked him to marry her.

      Looking back at the house now, the feeling of cold dread crept up her spine again. She caught a strand of her long dark hair and absently coiled it around a finger. I know she was murdered, Jon. But there’s something else. I can’t tell what it is, but there’s something.

      With a faraway look on his face Jon took her by the hand. There’s a lot going on here, Darcy. None of it good.

      Well? she said. What is it? Tell me.

      For just a moment he looked like he was going to answer the question. Then he pressed his lips tighter together and nodded toward the house. Come on. It will be easier if I show you. Let’s go inside.

      Jon nodded to several of the people they passed. Most of the police force was here, by the look of it. They waved or nodded to Darcy as well. She was on a first name basis with most of them by now. Not just because her sister Grace was a detective here just like Jon was. It was more because she had helped with a lot of the major investigations the police had handled.

      Murder was becoming an all too frequent occurrence here in town.

      Joe Daleson saw the two of them walking up the driveway as he came down from the house. He waved to them, taking off his chief's cap and scratching at his round, balding head. Joe was a stocky man with a burly and muscular physique who stood a good foot shorter than Jon. He was quick to smile and always ready with a joke. Today, he wasn't smiling.

      Resettling his cap as

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