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case.” The wind blew his dark brown hair across his face. He looked young. Not much older than her.
    “Do you think my mom was murdered?”Who would want to harm her mom? She loved everyone, even rude Mr. Griffin. “I’m going to be sick.” She thrust the cup forward and he caught it, then she scrambled to the back of the shops and puked into the gutter.
    Jarred held her hair back. Tears streamed down her face as she gagged and coughed, and couldn’t stop sobbing. He pushed a handkerchief into her hands, and she wiped her face.
    “Sorry. You okay?” he asked.
    She straightened. “Yeah. Uh, thanks.” Her hand trembled as she handed over the handkerchief.
    “Keep it. Thanks to my grandfather, I’ve got three dozen of those at home.” His smile faltered. “If you can, once you feel better, we need to ask you some questions. Just a formality.”
    “Like what?” Her mom was dead and they wanted to grill her? Did they think she had something to do with this? The idea made her stomach cramp again.
    “Just where you were. When you last saw your mom. Things like that.”
    “If you think I had anything to do with this,” she waved a hand, “then you’re crazy. I love my mom. Loved her. We spent every day together running this place.”
    He cocked his head to the side. “And did you resent that? Having to work here instead of hanging out with friends and partying?”
    “I’m not the partying type.” She crossed her arms. If he wanted information, he’d have to dig for it. Find out that when she wasn’t working with her mom, she was cramming for nursing tests and taking classes.
    “So why’d you call emergency services? Did you regret lashing out at your mom, or were you trying to throw us off?”
    “No, I had a vision… I mean a bad drea—thought. And when I couldn’t get a hold of my mom, I called the Sheriff.” She pressed her arms tighter against her stomach. Was she going to be sick again? “It was a feeling something was wrong. I mean, I called her cell, the store,” her breath hitched, “and she didn’t respond. I couldn’t just sit in traffic and do nothing.”
    “Anyone that can back up your claim? Cause it sounds far-fetched to me.”
    “Go to hell.” She stormed away, but he grasped her elbow, stopping her.
    His footsteps echoed behind her. “Stop.” He dashed in front of her, blocking her path. “I’m new to this, but we have to check out everyone who could be a suspect and that includes family members with weird vibes who called the cops.”
    “I understand.” She did, but she didn’t like it.
    “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    “It’s okay.” She rubbed her arms, and he dashed back to pick up the blanket she dropped and placed it around her shoulders. “Thanks.”
    He nodded. “Do you have anyone you can call? I mean, so you’re not alone?”
    Her aunts. How was she going to explain it to them over the phone without breaking down? “Yeah. Let me call my aunts.” She dug out her cell from her pocket and, with blurry vision and shaking hands, dialed Aunt Jessica’s number. The line rang and rang, finally going to voicemail. “Hey, um, Aunt Jess? It’s Lily. M-mom had an… there’s been an accident. Please call me as soon as you get this. No matter what time, okay?” She ended the call, then called Aunt Martha, leaving a message with her as well.
    “Can’t get ahold of them?” His brow pinched in and the way he looked at her with pity. She loathed that expression especially that it was targeted at her, but right then, she didn’t have it in her to fight with the guy. He was helping her, yet every fiber of her being tensed so tight, she felt as if she might explode.
    “Not yet. They’re,” her throat tightened, “out of town. But I’m sure as soon as they call back, they’ll be on the first plane here.”
    “Listen, do you have a friend you can stay with? I don’t think you should be alone right now.” He nodded to a businessman that waved as he