1 Death Comes to Town (8 page)

“Really?” Dear God, woman, she said to herself, get yourself together.

“There’s just something that I can’t figure out.” He pulled a small tape recorder from the package he was holding.

Darcy watched as he pressed play. She was surprised to hear Jeff’s voice coming from the small device. “Hi Anna, we need to talk. I don’t know what to do. I need to talk to you about Darcy.”

Jon clicked the recording off. He looked expectantly at her. “Do you know anything about this?”

“I have no idea,” Darcy answered truthfully. “Did you ask Jeff?”

“Not yet. I came to you with it first.”

“Does…does my sister know?” Jon and Grace were partners. If this recording was evidence in the case, then she had to know about it, too. Didn’t she?

“Grace knows I pulled the messages off Anna’s machine,” Jon said. “She doesn’t know the contents. Yet.”

“Yet?” She narrowed her eyes at him. Was that a threat? “You can tell her about it. Tell her you asked me about it, and I don’t know a thing about it because that’s the truth. Now, thank you for sharing this with me but I think you should leave.”

Jon stared at her for a moment and she found herself hypnotized by his eyes. He nodded and turned away without another word. When he was gone, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Chapter Twelve

As Darcy walked to work the next morning she saw people she had looked at as friends and neighbors, and now she saw them as potential murderers. Pete was walking down the street toward the bank. He waved and smiled at her. She waved half-heartedly back to him.

Darcy kept walking until she got to the bakery.  A good, strong coffee was just what she needed today. Going inside she found Helen frosting donuts fresh from the oven. Her husband Steve was pouring a cup of coffee for himself.

“Hi Helen. Hi Steve.” She smiled, putting on a front even as thoughts and worries and theories spun themselves like spiders’ webs in her mind.

Both Helen and Steve said hi back to her. “Now what can I get you Darcy?” Helen said to her.

“Just a coffee thanks, Helen.” Darcy fielded a few questions from Helen that didn’t stop after a pointed look from Steve. She made the excuse of needing to get to work and left the bakery. She passed more people on the way there. Everyone looked different. No one was who they seemed anymore.

Darcy kept herself busy at the book store to give her mind a chance to unplug and maybe work over the information she knew so far in her subconscious. She had just finished unnecessarily rearranging the last book shelf when Jess O’Connor from the bank entered the store.

“Hello Darcy, Sue,” Jess said in greeting. She looked very dressed up in a
stunning green dress that Darcy could tell was expensive even without Sue’s help. Her shoes didn’t look too shabby either.

Darcy smiled at her and said, “Hi, Jess. I don’t usually see you in here. How are things with you?”

Jess’s face broke out into a huge smile. “Oh, things are absolutely fantastic with me.”

Darcy kept herself from being irritated with Jess’s banter, but just barely. There was a murderer in town. Why wasn’t anyone else concerned about that? “Great Jess. And what can I help you with today?”

“Well, I would really like to learn how to speak French.”

“French. That’s wonderful. Well, I have the perfect book with a companion CD for you.” Darcy moved over to another book shelf and ran her finger along the spines of the books there. “Ah, here it is.” She pulled the book and CD out of the shelf and held it out for Jess to see. “Are you planning on traveling?”

Jess took the book and flipped through it. “Yes, I am.” She giggled loudly, twirling a strand of her red hair. “You know, I’ve always wanted to go to France.”

Sue had come into the main room of the shop during this conversation. She sighed now and said, “Oh you lucky thing. I wish I could go too. I’m so jealous.”

Jess smiled like she was very proud of herself, bought the book and left the store.

“Did you see what she was wearing?” Sue’s eyes were wide. “I wish I could afford designer labels like that.”

“That was never really my taste,” Darcy said to her. The banking business must be doing good, she thought. Expensive clothes, trips to France. Good for Jess, she guessed.

She heard a small meow at her feet and looked down. Smudge was sitting there with something in his mouth. Darcy reached down and picked it up as Smudge dropped it. It was a key.  “What’s this, Smudge?”

Smudge’s answer was to run outside. Darcy raced to the window to see what he was up to. She watched as he ran up the street, right up to Jeff who was walking to the bakery. Smudge rubbed himself against Jeff’s leg and then took off down the street and disappeared. She looked at Jeff, looked at the key. Obviously it was a key to a door. She looked at Jeff, looked at the key.

Then it dawned on her. Smudge had brought her a key to Jeff’s place.

“I’ll talk to you about how you got this later, Smudge,” she murmured. Then out loud she quickly said, “Sue I have an urgent errand to run. I’ll be back later.” She didn’t wait for an answer.

Darcy arrived at Jeff’s place, a small unit in Briers Place, one of the more upscale areas of town. She quickly opened the door and slipped inside. There was no telling how long Jeff would be gone. She needed to do this quickly.

She scoffed at how messy the place was. Piles of clothes littered the room and dirty dishes overflowed in the sink. She was so glad that Jeff was out of her life. She briefly wondered what Jon’s house looked like, and where he piled his clothes… She quickly pushed the idea out of her head, or at least to the back of her mind.

Getting to work she looked around Jeff’s apartment for clues. Where to start? What was she even looking for? Her eyes fell upon the answering machine hooked up to his phone. She pressed play to listen to his voicemails. She was disappointed to find that of the two he had saved, one was from the bank and the other was from his brother. Both sounded mundane. There was nothing of interest there.

She went into his bedroom but came up empty after another fruitless search. She had never felt so dirty as she had after rifling through his underwear drawer. His taste in clothing hadn’t changed one bit. She came out of the bedroom and froze in her tracks. Jeff was standing there in the doorway.

Chapter Thirteen

“What the hell are doing in my apartment, Darcy!” Jeff was red in the face and Darcy shrank back away from him, just a little scared. She had only seen him this angry once before. It had been a bad night for everyone involved.

She thought about lying, of making up some excuse. She sighed and decided that it was probably best to be totally honest with him. Especially after her tirade when she caught him in her house. She told him all about the recording that Jon had played for her. She left out the part about going through his boxers.

“Yeah, so?” he said to her, his anger only defrosting a little. “Did you hear the whole thing? I was calling Anna about the pictures you had in your basement. I’m sure that you still have some of them and I wanted Anna to talk to you for me.”

Darcy realized then that Jon must have turned off the recording before the end. Why would he have done something like that? Was it to throw suspicion onto Jeff? Or her?

As long as she was on a roll she decided to throw all her cards on the table. “The coroner got the time of death wrong, Jeff. It was an hour later than what he said.”

He blinked. “How do you know that?”

“That’s not really the point. What matters is that not only might Jon be the new person in town that you think you heard Anna talking about, but maybe he played that voicemail for me to get me off his scent.” She looked at Jeff sadly and said, “He must have done it.”

“Off his scent?” Jeff sneered. “Do you even hear yourself?”

“Yes, I hear myself, you big idiot. Now you listen to me, please. Jon must be the one who did this. You know I sense things. I know things that are true. So stop being dense and listen. Based on what you know, and what I know, I’m telling you that Jon must be the one who killed Anna.”

Jeff’s face slowly changed from angry to stunned. His eyes went off to the side for a moment before they came back to her. “So now what?”

***

Darcy and Jeff were sitting at his kitchen table trying to work out a possible next move. 

“Okay, Darcy. So let’s say you’re right about this Jon fellow being the one who killed Anna. I can’t argue with you. It all makes sense.” Jeff was biting his thumbnail like he always did when he got excited about anything.

Darcy was at odds with herself. Now that she’d convinced Jeff of her theory, her gut was telling her that something wasn’t right about all of this. “It all fits. But why? What motive would he have had to kill her? As far as I know, he didn’t even know her.” She was frantically twirling the ring around her finger now. She saw herself doing it, and didn’t even try to stop herself.

“I have no idea why he would have done it. Does it matter? We don’t need to know the why. Maybe he’s unstable. Maybe he didn’t like Anna. Maybe he’s just plain crazy. I don’t know, and I don’t care. We have to tell the police what we know.”

Darcy was shocked. “How can we tell the police? He is the police!”

He looked at her like she was the stupidest person in the world. “So’s your sister.”

Darcy conceded that he was right. “Okay. We’ll tell Grace.”

She really didn’t like the idea of involving her sister. But Grace was a police officer, after all. It was her job. And she knew, at least, that in this whole town of potential suspects she could trust her sister. Maybe she couldn’t trust anyone else, but she could trust Grace.

***

“What on earth are you two doing together? Do you both have concussions?” Grace’s shocked expression would have been comical to Darcy if the situation wasn’t so serious. They had walked into the police station together, and Jeff had muttered something about how Hell must have frozen over.

Jeff ignored Grace’s attempt at humor. “Is Jon around?”

Grace shook her head. “Jon? No. He said he had to go home early today.”

“Good,” Darcy said to her. “Grace, we need to talk to you.”

“Well, I’ll mark this one on my calendar. Why don’t you sit down and tell me what’s important enough to bring the two of you together.”

Darcy looked around the room. There were two other officers working in there, and the desk Sergeant at the front, and God alone knew who else. Maybe even the Chief. “Not here,” she said as Jeff was about to speak. “Can we go into one of the interview rooms?”

Grace caught on to how serious Darcy was being. “Sure, Sis. Follow me.”

The interview room was small, with a metal table bolted to the floor in the middle of it and two chairs on both sides. Grace sat down on one side, and Darcy and Jeff sat side by side on the other. A wall-length mirror showed Darcy her expression. When was the last time she’d gotten a full night’s sleep, she wondered. She sure looked like she needed it.

At Grace’s prompting, Darcy explained to her what they had found out about Jon. About the time of death, about what Jeff had heard Anna saying, about the whole voicemail thing and how Jon had cut it off so that Darcy would get the wrong idea. How they thought he might be Anna’s killer.

Grace shook her head. “No, that’s not possible. Darcy, the coroner is sure about the time of death. Nine o’clock.”

“The time of death is off by an hour. It was ten P.M., Grace.”

“And you know this because…” Grace’s eyebrows shot up. “Of course. Look, I can’t just arrest Jon. We don’t have any proof.” She held a hand up as Jeff started to argue. “We have what you two know, or think you know, but that is not proof. I can keep a close eye on him but I’m going to tell you, I don’t think it’s in his personality to do something like this.”

Grace’s cell phone rang. She took it off her belt and looked at the display, running a hand through her dark hair she grimaced. “Sorry but I need to take this call.”

When she walked out of the room to take the call, Jeff grabbed Darcy’s arm. “We should leave.”

“What?” Darcy asked him. “Why?”

“Because your sister isn’t going to do anything about this. And she was our best hope. I don’t want to give up on this just because Grace is going to ‘keep an eye’ on her new partner. We should do some research into Jon’s past. That’s something we can do now. Come on.”

Chapter Fourteen

Darcy and Jeff had gone back to her house where they were using her laptop to search the internet for information on Jon. They had decided to look into anything they could find out about him but there was nothing to find. All of his past jobs, records, his schools, everything was normal. There was nothing that pointed to anything dark in his past.

“Take your feet off the coffee table,” she snapped at Jeff. “You know that it leaves marks on the woodwork.”

Jeff sneered at her. “Stop acting like my mother. I already have one of those.”

“You had a wife at one point, too. This is why you don’t have one anymore.” Darcy sent him a scathing look and he rolled his eyes, but he took his feet off her table. She got up and put one hand to her temple while the other fisted into her hip. “I need a break. Do you want a coffee?” She didn’t wait for Jeff to answer before she left the room. 

She was having trouble not letting all of her old attitudes toward him come out again. He always got under her skin, even though she knew most of the trouble was her, not him. The menial task of making coffee might help her calm down. She grabbed the container with the coffee beans down from the cupboard and pulled the lid off. She growled at herself. The container was empty. This was why she’d been buying her coffee at the bakery. She’d forgotten.

She had to make a choice. Go without coffee, or risk leaving Jeff alone in her house and having him tear it apart looking for the imaginary photographs that he thought she was keeping from him. Coffee won out. “Jeff, I’m just going to get some coffee from the bakery. Stay out of my things!”