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right so I went to Anna’s house and, well, you know the rest.”
    “What do you mean, you had a funny feeling?” Jon asked.
    Grace put a hand up with a knowing look at Darcy and said, “That’s fine, we have all we need right now. Thanks, Sis. I have a few more calls to make.” Smiling, she turned to include Jon. “Maybe you could walk Darcy home?”
    Jon looked at them both, knowing he was missing something, but not knowing what. “Sure. If it keeps me from doing the paperwork.”
    Grace turned back to Darcy and said, “I’ll call you later.”
    Darcy nodded and took the hand that Jon offered to help her up. Home sounded good right now.
    ***
    An awkward silence descended upon Darcy and Jon as they walked along the path off Main Street to Darcy’s house. Jon had offered to drive her but she had insisted she wanted to walk. There was too much on her mind. She needed the air. Jon had shrugged and said he’d walk with her.
    Halfway to her house Darcy realized she was still wearing Jon’s police jacket. Even though the mist seemed to be letting up as dawn approached, she felt chilled and pulled the jacket around her body tighter. She saw Jon notice but he didn’t say anything. Not long afterward they reached Darcy’s front porch.
    “Are you going to be alright alone?” Jon looked at her with concern and she wondered again why he was being so nice to her.
    “I’ll be fine,” she said to him, standing on the porch with her arms crossed, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
    “I can stay with you if you need someone to be here with you,” he said. “I think it’d be quite understandable after the ordeal you’ve just had.  I mean, it’s not every day that you see a dead body. Right?”
    Right. Who sees dead people all the time? “No, no you go. I’ll be fine on my own. Thanks for the offer though.” She quickly pulled off his jacket and handed it back to him. “Here. You’ll want this back, I’m guessing.”
    “Thanks. You’re sure you’ll be all right? We’ll have extra patrols in the area, and you can always call your sister if you need to, I suppose.”
    He smiled at her. She caught her breath at the way his eyes lit up when he smiled.
    She was so caught off guard that she almost missed the implication in what he had said.  “Extra patrols? Why? Anna just died, it’s not like…” She felt her eyes get wide. “You don’t think this was an accident, do you?”
    His smile locked in place, he shook his head. “I’m sorry. I really can’t talk about that.”
    That cinched it. They thought there might be more to this than just Anna dying. And maybe she did, too. Why had Smudge felt the need to bring her to find Anna? Why had Anna’s door been open? What was it that had made Anna so upset at the festival?
    She stood there now, eyes downcast, her mind trying to lock onto any one of these questions and answer them. When Jon cleared his throat, she realized how foolish she must look.
    Jon looked at her intently for a moment. His scrutiny made her feel uncomfortable. “Are you sure you don’t know anything else about this, Darcy? It’s very odd that you just had a feeling and went to check on her and then she ends up dead.”
    Oh, so that was what all the being nice was about. Buttering her up so that he could squeeze information out of her. She should have known. Darcy’s meter went from annoyed to angry in a split second. “Are you serious? I can’t believe what you are implying. Anna was my friend. My friend!” She turned her back on him and threw the door open, slamming it shut behind her.
    Without turning on the light she pulled back the corner of the window curtain to make sure he was leaving. She saw him still on the porch, staring at the closed door, the expression on his face concealed in shadows. She shrunk back away from the window when she saw him take a step and lift his hand as if he was going to knock on the door. At the last minute he shook his head, turned, and walked