Here’s a little sneak peek from A Darcy Sweet Mystery Book 9 – The Language of Death
Chloe looked at her, then leaned in closer, like she was going to impart a secret. Darcy tensed, ready for the worst.
“North and south. Follow the line of north and south.”
Then she stepped back from Darcy, spinning in a circle with her arms held wide, dancing to music only she could hear. Darcy had seen her do this any number of times in the dorms back in college. Chloe had always been a happy, exciting girl. She had been able to make any sad day happy just by being in Darcy’s life. And, she had always heard music. It wasn’t right that she had been killed.
“I don’t know what that means,” Darcy said to her. “North and south. Tell me what it means.”
Chloe stopped spinning, and rushed close to Darcy. Spirits weren’t restricted by the laws of reality like distance or speed. One moment Chloe was off in the mist, the next she was right up in Darcy’s face. It wasn’t scary, though. Chloe’s spirit emanated a sense of warmth and love around her. Darcy wanted, desperately, to hug her good friend again.
“You know what it means,” Chloe said to her, rather than answering the question. “You were always smarter than a teddy bear.”
Darcy laughed, even though she wanted to cry. “I miss you, Chloe.”
“Miss you too,” Chloe responded. “Miss you like peanut butter.”
