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them towards the kitchen. He pulled a chair out for her and then went to one of the cabinets to take out two glasses and poured them each a small amount of whiskey from a bottle he had in the same cabinet.
    They sat down at the table and Jon said, “All right. I’m ready to listen. Tell me more about the vision.”
    Planting her hands firmly in her lap so that she wasn’t tempted to play with her ring, she went on to tell him what she had seen, not leaving out any of the details this time.
    Jon took a big sip of his drink. He looked thoughtful. “Kyle was a really good friend of mine. He worked freelance as a private eye sometimes. There was this one murder case that I just couldn’t figure out. The murderer had left a cryptic poem at the scene of the crime.” He paused to take another sip of his drink. He put the glass down onto the table and started to roll it between his hands. Darcy could sense that telling this story was hard for him.
    “I gave the poem to Kyle hoping he could figure something out. He always was one of the smartest men I know. A few days later he called me to tell me that he’d found something. The night that Kyle died I went over to his place to find out what he had learned.” He paused again to take another generous sip of the whiskey. “When I got there Kyle was lying on the floor really sick, or something. He died within seconds of my arrival. I was in shock and I blamed myself for his death. Then, on top of all that, I was investigated because I was on the scene when he died. It was finally ruled a suicide but it took a while and in the meantime my career suffered. I had to leave town. I just couldn’t stay after that.”
    Jon went quiet then and Darcy leaned over and kissed him. “That must have been so difficult for you.” They sat in silence and Darcy moved her chair closer to lay her head on his shoulder.
    Although Jon had explained the story something still felt off to Darcy. She’d told him everything. Was he holding back on her?
    ***
    Darcy was alone in the bookstore the next day, quietly sitting and reading one of her favorite books. There had been no customers today. Sue had the day off and Darcy quite enjoyed having the bookstore to herself. It gave her time to think.
    As she was flipping a page in her story she saw Millie appear out of the corner of her eye. The woman always appeared in a long dark dress, a heavy broach around her neck, her translucent gray hair done up in that modest bun she had preferred to wear. Darcy turned to the ghost of her great aunt and smiled. “You’re not going to throw a book at me, are you?”
    Millie stared at her and then she eerily raised both hands. One hand was holding a letter, a sealed envelope. She could make out the name that it was addressed to. Detective Jon Tinker.
    Jon.
    Millie’s other hand was closed. Darcy took a step towards her, wanting to see that letter more clearly, but as she tried Millie just disappeared.
    Darcy didn’t understand what was going on. Millie’s messages were always cryptic, never clear or direct. And now she was giving her a message about Jon.
    ***
    Feeling very shaken up from seeing Millie, Darcy closed the bookstore and headed to the Bean There Bakery and Café for a cup of coffee to settle her nerves. She was hoping to have a chat with Helen. Talking to her friend always helped make her feel better. So when she saw that Lily was behind the counter she felt a little disappointed. It seemed that these days Helen was never around and Darcy missed her.
    She moved up to the counter and gave Lily her order. Darcy knew Lily could tell how upset she was. Lily had to ask her twice how her day was going. Then when her coffee was ready, Darcy spilled it. 
    Darcy felt like an idiot. “I’m sorry, Lily. It’s been a rough couple of days, I guess.”
    Lily nodded. “I used to have days like that too. I went to the doctor and got some anxiety pills that have really helped me. My brother, Robbie, he borrows