2 Mists of the Past (9 page)

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Darcy headed back to Jon’s apartment. As she walked she noticed that the mists around the town had now gotten thicker. Bad things were happening. The town always knew. So did her sixth sense. She passed several of the town folk as they went about starting their day. Helen was entering the mayoral offices, Blake was opening up the post office, Aaron was going into his accounting office and Robbie and Lily were opening the bakery. She saw Sue opening up the bookstore. She stopped to ask her to watch the store for her and was surprised when Sue told her she had it taken care of before she even asked.

“I guess I’ve been doing that a lot lately, haven’t I?” she asked Sue.

Sue winked at her and then went inside the store to turn the ‘CLOSED, THE END’ sign to ‘OPEN a good book today’.

She knocked on Jon’s door when she got there. Dale was standing on the other side when it opened. “Hey there,” he said. “We didn’t expect to see you again so soon. Uh, come in, I guess?” He stood back to let her enter.

Darcy could see Cindy in the little kitchenette off the living room and there was a lovely aroma of frying bacon and eggs in the air. “Hi,” Cindy called out to her. “Want to join us for breakfast?”

Darcy’s mouth began to water and her stomach rumbled reminding her that she hadn’t yet eaten this morning. “That would be lovely. Thank you.”

“That’s great. It will give us a chance to get to know each other,” said Cindy as she brought the food to the table to serve.

Darcy sat down at the small round kitchen table. “I’d like that. Dale, I was surprised to know you had family here.”

“Sure do,” he said. “I’ve always liked it here. I’m glad to be back. So, tell us, Darcy. Have you and Jon been together very long?”

“Oh, yes. Tell us about how you and Jon met?” Cindy added. “Back in college we thought he’d never find a decent girl.”

“Tell me about it,” Dale said. “You remember that one girl he dated? The one from your sorority, Cindy?  Crazy girl?”

“You mean Karla? Wow. Wack job,” she said in a sing-song voice. Darcy did her best not to make a face. These two were starting to grate on her nerves. She didn’t want to know about Jon’s past love life and she didn’t want to talk about her and Jon either. She wanted answers to all of the questions this mystery had brought up. Dale had dodged her so far. She’d have to pin them down.

“Truthfully, I’d rather talk about you two.” Darcy looked at Cindy and then Dale who both looked a little put out that she’d changed the subject. Maybe she was being rude but that was too bad. Finding out who the mysterious poet was had to come first.

Stuffing food into her mouth Darcy watched Dale and Cindy closely. “So tell me guys. What did you study in college? Was it English, maybe?”

Not the best way to start an interrogation, she thought to herself. But it wasn’t like she could just come out and ask if either of them liked poetry or spoke Italian. She couldn’t just dive in to ask if they had known Jon’s friend Kyle, either. She had to be smart and subtle.

Before she could get any answers from them at all, though, the door slammed open and Jon stumbled into the apartment. He was holding a piece of cloth to the side of his head, and Darcy could see dried blood on his shirt.

She jumped up from her chair, spilling her plate across the floor. “What happened?!”

Darcy ran to him in a panic. Jon held her into a hug. She could tell he was hurting. “I was attacked,” he told her. “Just like Grace. I got hit from behind as soon as I left the police station.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Why would you come here?” Darcy fussed. “You got hit on the head, you wonderful idiot. Why wouldn’t you go to the hospital?”

“Darcy, it’s not that bad,” he told her, reminding her of how Grace had reacted under the same circumstances. “It hurts, sure, but the bleeding has stopped. No reason to go to the hospital. What I need to do is start getting serious about finding this guy.”

Darcy held onto Jon’s arm like she was worried he would fall to pieces in front of her if she didn’t. Dale and Cindy hovered nearby, obviously upset that their friend had been hurt. Not caring if they heard or not, Darcy asked Jon, “Did you see anything? Do you know who did this to you?”

“No, I didn’t see anything,” he answered. Then he inclined his head pointedly at Dale and Cindy. “But I know who didn’t do it. Anyway, whoever it was snuck up behind me on the street. Broad daylight, everything. They hit me from behind. I never even saw it coming.”

“Did they want anything? Take anything? Leave something with you?”

Dale cleared his throat. “You mean like one of those poems you told us about, Jon?” Darcy turned to him in surprise. “Yes, Darcy. Cindy and I knew what you were getting at with your stupid questions. I’m not concerned about that right now. I just want to know that Jon is okay.”

When she turned back to Jon, he had an “I told you so” expression on his face. “No, they didn’t take anything from me or leave anything. They just hit me and ran. One of the other officers found me out there and helped me get up and back into the station. I filled out a report and came back here. Figured I’d find you here, Darcy.”

Darcy twisted the antique ring on her finger for a moment, then took Jon’s hands in between hers. “Can I try the same thing with you that I did with Grace?”

He smiled at her. “I was hoping you would, actually.” He set aside the cloth and gave her his hands.

She felt a bit uncomfortable doing this in front of Dale and Cindy. They wouldn’t know what she was doing. They’d probably think she was crazy, and maybe Jon too. But she had to do it. She pushed her discomfort aside, and took Jon’s hands in hers.

Acutely aware of the audience watching her and still holding his hands she instructed him, “Take me through what happened.” He did as she asked, relating the whole thing just as he remembered it. As he spoke, his words came to life and Jon’s apartment faded away. Their hands warmed up and a tingling sensation crept up her back. Darcy saw everything through Jon’s eyes. He left the police station, in a rush to get somewhere, and then as he stepped out the door and turned left, pain blossomed in the back of his head and he collapsed.

She had him tell it again, and then a third time, and the images got stronger as she did. The figure was still in the shadows behind him, but this time she caught the same smell she had with Grace’s attacker. It smelt delicious, liked baked bread and herbs.

The world rushed back in on her and she was back in Jon’s apartment again.

“I recognized the scent this time, Jon! It’s from the bakery. I remember talking to Lily about the new recipes she was trying. It was Lily all along!”

“Well, she must have had help,” Jon said as he stood up. “She was locked up when your sister got attacked, remember?”

“Okay, so she had help, but I’m telling you I know that smell.”

Dale and Cindy exchanged a glance. “What smell, exactly?” Cindy asked them.

Jon gave them a weak smile. “I’ll explain it to you later. Right now Darcy and I have to go find someone.”

He stood up, slowly, with a twinge that he tried to hide from Darcy. “Come on. We have to go and get Lily. This time, we won’t let her go until we know what’s going on.”

Darcy thought that sounded like a great plan.

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Darcy and Jon went straight to the bakery. As they entered they could see Lily behind the counter serving a customer. They waited until she was finished before moving up to the counter. When Lily saw them she said, “What are you doing here? I don’t really want to see you two, I’ve had enough of you.”

“Well that’s just too bad,” Jon said as he walked behind the counter while pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “I’m arresting you for assault. I need you to come down to the station with me.” He stopped in front of her with a wicked smile. “Unless you want to try hitting me again?”

Lily started to cry. “I don’t know why you’re doing this to me.” She let Jon put the handcuffs on without a fight, and Jon led her out of the shop and into the street where a crowd was gathering already.

Darcy cringed when she saw Helen rushing down the sidewalk to find out what was going on at her shop. “I’m sorry, Helen,” Darcy said to her. “I’ll explain it later, I promise.”

Helen gaped at her. “This is exactly what you did with me last time, Darcy. Can’t you keep out of things?”

Darcy didn’t know what to say to that. She just knew she had to find out who was doing all this. She turned away, her eyes low. The fog was rolling in thick around them. The troubles were definitely not over.

When they reached the police station Jon led Lily straight into the interrogation room. Darcy watched from the other side of the one way glass as Lily cried and Jon settled himself across from her.

“What do you know about Kyle Young?” Jon asked Lily.

Lily was still sobbing and took a few moments to get herself under control. Jon waited. “I told you before. I have never heard of Kyle Young. And I’m done. I don’t know why I am here and I refuse to say anything else without a lawyer present.”

Jon sighed and stood up. Taking Lily by her elbow he escorted her to a cell. The look she shot Darcy on the way by could have melted lead.

“So now what?” Darcy asked him when he got back. She had hoped that Lily would confess to the murders, to Kyle’s and then also to the one Jon had Kyle looking into when he’d been killed.

Jon shrugged. “We wait for her lawyer to get here I guess. I should have just started with asking about the assaults on me and Grace.” They went out to the front office of the police station and sat down at Jon’s desk to go over what they knew.

It didn’t take long for Lily’s brother Robbie to burst into the police station. They could hear him out front arguing with the secretary, demanding to be let in.

Jon rolled his eyes. “This, I didn’t really need.”

He went out to the front area, being buzzed through with a grateful expression by the little old woman who acted as the department’s secretary. Darcy followed. When Robbie saw them, he stepped toward them, stabbing his finger in the air at Jon. His eyes and his hair were both wild. “I want to see my sister. Now!”

“Robbie, we don’t let people we’re holding have visitors.” Jon tried to crowd the man back to the door. “I’m sorry. She’s asked for an attorney. When he gets here, maybe you can talk to her then. Now, I’m going to ask you to leave. Got it?”

“No. You arrested my sister, Jon,” Robbie grated through clenched teeth. “My sister! You let her go now or I’ll bury you!”

Jon’s eyes narrowed and Darcy took a step back. “Now you listen to me,” Jon said, pointing a finger of his own. “You leave, now, or I’ll let you join your sister in the cells. You think that’s going to help her any?”

Robbie clenched and unclenched his fists. Then he turned on his heels without a word and walked out.

Darcy looked up at Jon. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that upset.”

“Yeah, well, he was getting under my skin. Bury me? Seriously? Who talks like that.” He stopped with his hand reaching for the door to go back into the station. He turned to Darcy. In that moment, she got it too.

“The person who writes the poems. That’s who.” 

Jon nodded. “Exactly.”

Darcy couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it before. “Robbie’s been helping Lily at the bakery. He would have picked up the same smell on him of herbs and baking.”

“Let’s go back and have a talk with Lily about this,” Jon suggested, nodding to the secretary to open the door again.

“Don’t we have to wait for her attorney?” Darcy asked him.

“Only if she’s a suspect. Right now, she’s just a witness for all I know.”

As they went back into the building, they heard a loud noise that sounded like a crash come from the cells. Jon and Darcy and the two other officers working at their desks rushed into the cell area. In the cell on the left, behind the floor-to-ceiling bars, they found Lily on the cement floor shaking, having some sort of fit.

“Damn it. One of you guys go get the keys,” Jon said to one of the two uniformed officers. The man ran off. Darcy put her hands to her mouth. The cell was brightly lit by the overhead lights and the sunlight slanting through the barred window at the back of the cell. “We need to get her to the hospital immediately. This doesn’t look good.”

“What could have happened?” Darcy asked.

The officer arrived back with the keys and when the door slid open to the side with a rattling clank, Jon rushed in. He felt for her pulse, checked for her breathing. “I don’t know what happened to her. She looks like she’s having some kind of seizure or something.” He knelt there with a puzzled look on his face. Then he picked up one of Lily’s hands.

“Look at this,” he said to them, showing the backside of Lily’s left hand. “There’s some kind of red welt here. Like a bee sting.”

Darcy couldn’t understand what was happening. She knew one thing. If she and Jon hadn’t brought Lily into the police station, she probably would still be fine.

She knew something else, too. They had to find Robbie. Fast.

Chapter Fourteen

Darcy sat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs while Jon paced the hospital waiting room waiting for news on Lily. Meadowood’s hospital was the closest and it had still taken them fifteen harrowing minutes at top speed in a patrol car to get there.

Jon took out his cell phone and tried again to contact Robbie. Every time he called, it went to voicemail. It was nearly an hour later when a doctor approached them.

“Detective,” the man said. He was an older man, balding, heavyset, with thick glasses. “Thanks for waiting. Miss Sutter received a toxic mixture injected directly to her bloodstream through that site you found on the back of her hand. The labwork finally came back on her blood. It appears to be a combination of a common prescription anti-anxiety medication and a couple of toxins. The injection caused the reaction, the uh, seizure that you saw.”

Jon nodded along like he understood all that. All Darcy got out of it was that Lily had been poisoned.