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Lakes to come to Misty Hollow because he thought the real murderer might actually be here. He’d been following a lead.
    “I was hoping I would find clues about the murderer,” Jon said, confirming her train of thought, “but I haven’t been able to.” He speared his fingers through his hair. “I have been researching it and then I got this letter. I’m sure that the murderer lives in this town.”
    “You don’t think they sent that to you from Pequot Lakes?”
    Jon shook his head. “No. I’m sure that they’re here. And I think I’m getting close. I think I’ve spooked someone.”
    “What about the last part of the poem, what does it mean?”
    “It’s Italian for I will destroy you. It was also on a bunch of poems in the first murder victim’s apartment.”
    Darcy reached up to kiss him. She hoped to reassure him a little. She could see how rattled he was. “We will figure it out.”
    Here she was again, attracting trouble to herself. It just seemed as if she couldn’t stay away from the dark mysteries.
    ***
    A night’s sleep didn’t make any of the problems popping up around Darcy seem any more distant. Walking into town from her home the next morning to meet Jon, she saw how the mist was starting to rise. That was never a good sign, but she’d gotten used to these mists rising whenever there was trouble in town. Trouble she always managed to find. She hoped that they could solve this crime quickly.
    They, she had said. That made her smile a little. It wasn’t just her alone in this situation.  It was her and Jon. Together.
    She started to walk briskly, in a hurry now to see Jon. She got to the police station in record time and found him engrossed in a report at his desk. She stopped just inside the doorway to look at him without him knowing and that familiar shiver that had nothing to do with her sixth sense rippled through her as she watched him. She felt her breath catch in her throat as he lifted his head and caught her with his eyes.
    She moved quickly over to him, coming around his desk to lower her head and kiss him. It was a quick kiss, as she was aware of the few other people in the room who were more than a little interested in them. “Hello,” she said, staring into his eyes, seeing the same emotions written in them that she was feeling herself.
    “Hello,” he whispered back. The feel of his warm breath on her skin caused her to shiver once again.
    She pulled away and returned to the front of the desk to sit in the chair there. Crossing her legs and flipping her hair away from her face she felt so much better now that they being totally honest with each other. It felt good to be open with him again.
    “I thought about the letter last night,” she said to him quietly. “It has a stamp on the envelope and I think our first step should be to go to the post office with the letter and see what they can find out about it.”
    Jon looked at her seriously. “I thought about that too, but I’m not sure I want you investigating this with me. After all, the letter threatened me. People are dead because of this. You might be in danger also.”
    Darcy considered that for a moment and then said, “Are you going to give up?”
    “No, of course I’m not. I need to find out who did this.”
    “Well, then I can’t either. We’re in this together.” Darcy waited for him to say something as he looked at her. At last, he sighed and nodded his head. He leaned down and opened the top drawer of his desk to bring the letter and envelope out which were both now in an evidence bag each.
    He got up and came around to where she was sitting and held out his hand to her. “Come on then. Let’s go to the post office.” She quickly took hold of his hand and jumped up to follow him out of the police station.
    The post office was right across the square. It was nearly empty when they got there. A young man with stringy brown hair that he wore back in a ponytail was at the counter mailing a letter,