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wanted both of them to be present when he came to speak to Mr. Finch and when he went to make a visit to the late Mr. Finch’s house.
    “Us? Why?” Courtney’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How could we be of any use?”
    “I have no idea.” Angie sighed. She didn’t want to be involved in another murder case.
    “Well, I think it’s kind of cool.” Courtney sat up in her chair and chuckled. “Will we get a police badge?” She turned to Euclid. “What do you think of that, Euclid? We’re being brought in to help solve the case.”
    Euclid purred.
    Angie patted the big orange cat’s back. “I don’t think we’re being brought in as detectives.”
    “Well,” Courtney said, “consultants then.” She looked at Angie. “But, why?”
    “Do you think it’s because you worked for Finch?”
    “I only worked there for ten days. What could I know?” Courtney looked out over the front lawn. “I guess we’ll find out soon why Chief Martin wants us around … because here he comes.”
    The chief pulled his police vehicle to a stop in front of the Victorian and strode across the grass to the porch where he greeted the girls. He climbed the steps.
    Angie was still patting Euclid. “I just got home a few minutes ago. I haven’t been inside yet. I don’t know where Mr. Finch is, but Ellie will know. Shall we go in?”
    “Ah, in a minute. I’d like a chance to talk to you both.”
    Angie couldn’t remember ever seeing Chief Martin looking so uncomfortable. He shifted his feet and didn’t make eye contact with either one of them. He leaned against the porch railing. Euclid lifted his head to stare at the chief.
    “What’s wrong?” Courtney asked. The chief’s behavior made her nervous. “You aren’t suspecting me of killing Mr. Finch are you?”
    The chief’s eyes went wide. “No. That’s not it.” He shook his head vigorously and took a deep breath. “I….” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I … knew your grandmother.”
    Angie wondered what on earth this was going to be about. When Chief Martin mentioned Nana, a chill skittered over her skin.
    Euclid sat up.
    The chief said, “We were friends.” A tiny stick lay on the porch floor and he poked at it with the toe of his boot. “She was, um, helpful to me.”
    “You mean with her powers?” Courtney blurted. Angie shot her sister a look of horror for mentioning such a private, and what many would consider crazy, matter.
    Relief washed over the chief’s face.
    “Did she help you with cases?” Courtney sat up eager to hear what the chief had to say.
    “Sometimes.” Chief Martin glanced at Angie. “Am I saying anything that you don’t know?”
    Angie let out a tiny breath. “I just recently learned that my grandmother had some sort of … gift. Courtney knew a little about it when she was just a kid. But we don’t know much.”
    The chief visibly relaxed. “Do you…?” The chief didn’t finish his sentence.
    “You mean do we have it?” Courtney asked. “The gift?”
    The chief nodded.
    Courtney pulled her legs up under her. “Angie’s powers are getting stronger, but they’re still new and she doesn’t know anything about what she might be able to do. Jenna and Ellie don’t show anything. I don’t have anything either. Yet.”
    Angie looked over at her sister with a serious expression. “You felt something was wrong when we approached the candy store.”
    Courtney thought back on the morning. “Yeah, I did. Maybe I sensed it?” She smiled at the chief. “Is this why you want us to be around when you talk to Mr. Finch?”
    “I thought it might be helpful.” He seemed sheepish about it.
    “What did Nana do?” Angie asked as Euclid stretched on her lap. “How did she help you?”
    “She helped with cases that were going nowhere. She’d talk things over with me. Sometimes she’d go with me to a crime scene or stand behind the one-way window when we questioned a suspect.” The chief adjusted his cap. “She