A Murder of Crows (A Darcy Sweet Cozy Mystery #7)

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First published in Australia by South Coast Publishing, April 2014.
Copyright K.J. Emrick (2014)

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Darcy Sweet was up early, considering it was a Sunday morning.  She had already showered and dressed and had some breakfast, and it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet.  In jeans and a plain green t-shirt she waited now at the kitchen table with a cup of tea.  Marla Benson should be here any minute.

Jon was still upstairs, asleep.  She’d left him there with a kiss that had put a smile on his sleepy face. 
She’d ruffled Smudge’s ears too, making sure her black and white tomcat knew she wasn’t forgetting about him.  Jon had moved in with her months ago now, but still her cat acted like Jon was intruding on his space.

Well.  A week alone together without her might give them
the time they needed to get used to each other.  Her seminar in the town of Ryansburg was scheduled for five days but she and Marla had talked about maybe ducking out of the last day.  There didn’t seem to be anything important scheduled for then, just a wrap up and a discussion panel. 

She sipped her tea and glanced out the window at the green grass and the budding flowers.  Spring had
fully replaced winter, finally, and the day promised to be warm and bright.  Darcy sighed.  Considering the troubles that had hit Misty Hollow over the winter—first when her brother-in-law Aaron had been kidnapped on Valentine’s Day and then when Darcy’s new neighbor had turned out to be an accused murderer hiding from both the law and a shady group of criminals—it didn’t hurt Darcy’s feelings to know she’d be getting away for a few days.

After a few more minutes Jon came downstairs.  Scrubbing at his
short dark hair and yawning widely, he came over to her and kissed her on the top of her head.  He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of gray pajama bottoms, and her eyes wandered over his chest and his tightly defined abdominal muscles.  Sleeping next to him every night made her the envy of a lot of her friends.

Of course, Jon had hinted that maybe they should make it more than just sleeping next to each other or living together.  The big “M” word hadn’t come up yet, but they had
certainly danced around it enough.  Along with the discussion of when they wanted children and how many children they wanted, the marriage talk had been something of a landmine for the two of them.

“Good morning,” he said behind another yawn, going to the refrigerator.  He took out a carton of orange juice, swirled it around to see how much was left,
then with a shrug drank straight from the container.

“Good morning yourself, Jon Tinker,” she said back to him.  “Hey!  Don’t dri
nk it like that.  Use a glass.”

He tipped the last of the juice out and then brought the empty carton to the garbage bin.  “There wasn’t much left.  You’re not worried abo
ut catching my germs, are you?”

“I’m worried about you turning into a Neanderthal now that you live with me.”  Darcy couldn’t keep herself from smiling, but she really was serious.  “Men always act all cute and proper when they’re trying to attract a woman, then when they have her it’s all leaving the toilet seat up and wearing the sam
e clothes three days in a row.”

“I will never wear the same shirt thr
ee days in a row,” he promised.

“And how many days have y
ou been wearing those pajamas?”

He looked down at himself, brows bunching.  “I
don’t remember, now that you mention it.  I’ll change them tonight.  Promise.  Did Jeff do that to you all the time or something?”

Darcy’s smile faded. 
Jeff Thomas had been her husband, before they’d divorced, and before he’d been murdered.  He had been a few years older than Darcy but for the most part they’d gotten along fine.  At first.  Then things had turned sour between them.  She’d never really understood why.  Sometimes that just happened, she supposed.

“Sorry, Darcy,” Jon said to her now, pointing at her hands.
  “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Darcy had been twisting the antique si
lver ring that she wore on her right hand without realizing it.  She usually did that when she was nervous or anxious.  It had been her Great Aunt Millie’s ring, just like this house had been Millie’s, and the weight and feel of the ring always comforted her.

“It’s all right,” she said to Jon.  “Jeff and I had our differences, but we
had almost smoothed them over toward the end.  If he hadn’t…if he hadn’t been killed, then maybe we could have become friends again, just like we used to be.”

Jon didn’t try to argue with her.  He had come to town just before Jeff and poor Anna Louis had been killed, joining the police force here as a detective.  Through much trouble and several rocky moments, Darcy and he had fallen in love.  Now she couldn’t
imagine being with anyone else.

He knelt beside her and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.  “I love yo
u,” he said.

“I love you, too.  Are you going to be all right
without me for a few days?”

“Come on now, Darcy, we talked about this.  I’ll manage to keep busy.”  As he sat back he saw her litt
le frown.  “But I’ll miss you.”

“That’s better.”  She stroked his chin gently
.  “You should go back to bed.”

He feathered back
the long dark hair that had fallen loose into her face.  “I can wait with you.  I’ve got my whole day to sleep.”

They sat at the table for a while and chatted about simple things.  Darcy couldn’t see
how life could get any better.

“You have Izzy watching the
shop this week?” he asked her.

Darcy nodded.  Izzy, her new neighbor who had taken over Anna Louis’ house, had been a Godsend at just the right time
.  Darcy’s friend Sue had to quit her job at Darcy’s bookstore when she went back to college to get her advanced degree in literature.  That, and to be closer to her boyfriend.  Darcy and Jon had figured out Izzy was a fugitive from the law, and that she had been falsely accused.  After that, Izzy had stepped in and picked up the business end of Darcy’s bookstore quickly. 

Having the right help was
even more important now that Darcy had started to offer electronic readers and e-books for sale. Business had really picked up.  That was why she and Marla were going to this seminar, actually.  Marla was the head librarian for Misty Hollow’s library.  Since Darcy had started selling electronic readers two months ago the library had gotten dozens of requests to start offering e-books to borrow.  So, with Darcy’s store selling them and the town library being forced to move into the twenty-first century, Darcy and Marla had decided to look for some training in this area.  Marla had found this seminar for them.  Darcy had jumped at the idea.

Glancing at the black plastic clock over the kitchen sink, Darcy s
aw it was now eight-thirty.  She started to fidget.

“She’s late, isn’t she?” Jon ask
ed, picking up on Darcy’s mood.

“I’m sure she’ll be here soon.  We don’t actually check into the hotel until after three this afternoon but I was hoping to take it easy and maybe look into some bookstores along the way.  It’s
a five hour drive, after all.”

“I’m not sure I like you going all the way
over to the next state,” Jon said.  He raised one eyebrow and folded his elbows on the table.  “We’ve never really been apart for that long.”

“Oh, Jon, for Pete’s sake,” Darcy laughed.  “I’m as near as your phone.
I’ll call you as soon as I get there and let you know what the hotel phone number is.”

“You’d better.”

A horn honked from the driveway.  Looking out the window Darcy saw a blue Nissan idling there with Marla at the wheel.  She jumped up from the table and grabbed her two black bags.  “There’s my ride, love.  See you!”

“You should consider getting a car of you
r own, sweet baby.  I love you.”

It made her feel warm inside to hear him call her by her nickname and at the door she turned and waved a little wave.  She really was going to miss him.  She was already looking
forward to coming back to him.

In the driveway,
Marla smiled at Darcy and rolled the driver’s side window down.  Her shoulder length red hair was caught by a sudden breeze and blew across her freckled cheeks.  Darcy always had trouble picturing her as the town’s head librarian.  She looked so young, even though she was probably ten years older than Darcy.  Her jade green eyes caught her smile as she leaned on the windowsill of the car door.  “Morning Darcy,” she said.  “You all set?”

Darcy got into the passenger seat and put her bags in the bac
k next to Marla’s.  “Sure am.  I’m really looking forward to this.”

“Me, too,” Marla said as she backed out of Darcy’s driveway. 
“Just us girls in a hotel for days and days.”

Marla was dresse
d in jeans and a loose blouse.  Casual clothes like Darcy had on.  Darcy had wanted to be comfortable for the ride over to Ryansburg, but Marla was talking like this was a vacation.  “You know we’ll actually have to work during this seminar, right?” Darcy asked her.  “There’s workshops and discussion panels and—”

“Oh, Darcy
don’t be such a wet blanket.”  Marla was already driving them into town so they could catch the main road out.  “This is going to be fun!”

Darcy didn’t know what to say to that.  Sure, there would be some down time when she and Marla could catch a drink or maybe go out for a movie or something, but she was treating this as a business trip.  Her bookstore was on the
road to turning a profit again thanks to the electronic reader devices and she needed to learn the latest techniques if she was going to capitalize on that.

She and Marla were two different people, she supposed.  Looking in the rearview mirror at the retreat
ing image of her house, she checked for Jon to see if maybe he had stepped out to wave goodbye.

A shadowy figure stood on the road behind the car, hands stuffed into pants pockets, head lowered so she couldn’t quite see the face.  The way he was standing though, the cut of his figure, it looked like…

Darcy gasped, and Marla looked over at her.  “What?  Did you forget something?”

“No, I…”  Darcy hesitated.  She couldn’t tell Marla what she thought she had just seen.  “It was nothing.  Sorry.  Let’s stop for some muffins at Helen’s bakery
, okay?”

Marla agreed that was a great idea and went back to talking about all the fun she though
t they would have on this trip.

Darcy looked in the mirror again, but the figure was gone.  It couldn’t have been who she thought.  It couldn’t.  Then again, in her life, it wasn’t unusual to see things that shouldn’t be there, or find long lost friends sud
denly standing in front of her.

In this case, the long lost friend had been standing behind her.  The figure had looked like her ex-husband, Jeff. 
Her deceased ex-husband.

It just couldn’t be.

Could it?