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wearing ripped blue jeans and a t-shirt with the name of some band Darcy had never heard of. She’d seen him around once or twice, and recognized him. It was Robbie Sutter, Lily’s brother.
    Darcy smiled and said hi to him. He turned with a half-hearted smile of his own, his eyes a piercing gray color. Robbie looked away when the postal worker, Blake Underwood, said, “There you go Robbie all taken care of.” With a distracted wave of his hand, Robbie left.
    When Robbie left Jon and Darcy moved up to the window counter to speak to Blake. Jon looked around the room with its post office boxes and mailing envelopes and such just to be sure they were still alone, and then took his letter out for Blake to see. “What can you tell us about this letter, Blake?”
    Blake, a middle-aged man with a balding head of black hair, took the letter’s envelope that was displayed in the evidence bag and turned it from one side to the other inspecting it closely. “It was hand delivered,” he said looking from one to the other of them. Their blank looks must have been enough to encourage him to continue. “Even though there’s a stamp there are no other markings. No cancellations, no routing city stamp.”
    “Which means what?” Jon asked him.
    “Which means that it didn’t come through the mail system.”
    Jon took the envelope back from Blake and he narrowed his eyes at them. “What’s this all about?” They could tell that he was curious but they weren’t going to tell him any more about it.
    “It’s a police matter, Blake,” Jon said, hoping that would end it.
    But Blake wouldn’t be satisfied that easily. “Police matter? This is addressed to you, Jon.”
    “Blake, I hope I can count on your discretion in this.” Jon waited for Blake to shrug his shoulders and walk away, then he and Darcy made their way out of the post office.
    Walking slowly through town holding hands Darcy and Jon gave the impression to anyone looking that they were simply out for a leisurely stroll. They were actually talking about what they had learned, but Darcy sure didn’t mind that they were using the walk as cover. His hand felt nice in hers.
    “I can’t help thinking that anyone could be the murderer,” she said to Jon. “It’s just like I felt a month ago, knowing one of the townsfolk had killed Anna and then Jeff. Now that we know the letter was hand delivered to you, it makes sense that you were right. The person probably lives right here in town.”
    Jon agreed but otherwise was quiet. Darcy hated seeing him like this. He was so stressed out. They needed to get more information and she realized that the best way to do that was to consult her sixth sense. She needed to do a communication with the other side.
    She pulled on Jon’s hand for him to stop. He looked at her with a puzzled expression as she said, “I have to go. Let’s meet up at your house tonight, okay?” She gave him a swift kiss on the cheek and was off before he could say anything.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Darcy raced to the bookstore to get what she needed for the communication. She gathered together some candles and incense, which were essential to a successful communication, and packed them into one of the store’s plastic bags. Smudge jumped up onto the counter and she let out a little scream.
    “Do you have to keep doing that to me?” She put a hand to her chest to try and calm her racing heart. Smudge just sat and looked at her like she was nuts. She laughed at him and ruffled his fur. “When did you leave the house, anyway? What would I do without you old boy?”
    He gave her a little cat smile.
    “Okay, tell me this, smart guy. Do I have everything I’m going to need?” She asked him. He meowed at her loudly. His tail was twitching madly as if to say “do you know what you’re doing?”
    “I have to do the communication Smudge, even though I don’t want to. Try not to worry so much. I love Jon. If this helps him, then I have to try it.” Darcy