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Authors: K.J. Emrick
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worth it. Here was the proof she had needed. The motive for Vivica's death had been money. Aimee didn't need money, because Aimee already had money.
Aimee wasn't the killer.
Chapter Eleven
After bicycling back into town, Darcy stopped in quickly at the Sweet Read bookstore. She'd been ignoring her business all week, first for the conference over in Ryansburg that she had to drop out of, and now for the sake of Jon's sister being arrested for a murder Darcy knew she hadn't committed. Leaving her bicycle outside, leaning up against the wall, Darcy walked in to see Izzy ringing up a couple of customers who were both renting copies of different electronic books. Small sales, but all of the small sales she'd been doing of that type were adding up quickly. She was very glad she'd had the idea to add electronic readers to her stock.
Izzy assured Darcy that everything was all right at the store. "I hadn't expected you back until Saturday anyway," she said to Darcy, her blonde hair recently cut short. "Let me handle it for a few more days. Use up the rest of the week. I'll take care of everything."
Darcy thanked her and quickly left to head over to the police station. Izzy had been a real godsend, more or less landing here in town right at a time when Darcy needed her. Thank heaven for little favors, she supposed, and even more so for the big ones.
At the police station she settled her bike into the rack outside the front doors and got herself buzzed through by the desk sergeant. Grace and Jon were both at their desks, talking about something that they cut off abruptly as they saw Darcy coming over.
She didn't waste time. "I know who the killer is, Jon."
He raised an eyebrow at her, his expression unamused. "So do I. My sister."
"No. It isn't Aimee. It's Richard."
At her desk Grace paused in writing something on a report. "Richard? Vivica Chartrand's son? Darcy you can't be serious."
"I'm with Grace on this one," Jon said. "You've been wrong before when you've gone off and done your own investigating, Darcy. I think you're doing the same thing here. Aimee killed a woman. I can't give her any excuses by even hoping someone else might be responsible."
Darcy tried not to be annoyed by what he had said to her. It was true that she had been wrong in the past and accused people of things they didn't do. She'd learned her lesson, though. Now she made sure before she pointed fingers.
And she was sure.
"Aimee didn't do this," she said, looking Jon directly in the eyes. "But I know who did."
She put a paper bag down on Jon's desk. She'd used it to carry the things she'd found at Vivica's house. Jon took them out now, the piece of fabric in one hand, papers in the other.
"What are these?" he asked her.
"Those," Darcy said, pointing to the papers, "are bank statements and a second mortgage application that Vivica didn't fill out herself. Her bank statements are very interesting. She was giving out large sums of money to someone. The trouble came when she ran out of money to give. When she did, the person she'd been supporting came and asked her to mortgage her home to get more money for them. She refused, and when she did, that person killed her."
Grace came to look over Jon's shoulder. "Those statements were on the inventory list the guys did when they went through Vivica's home, Jon. They jotted the information down but left the sheets behind. No one thought we needed them after we arrested Aimee."
Jon slowly nodded, reading the statements carefully. "My sister could still be the one who needed money from Vivica," he pointed out. "She was on the run and hiding out."
"I thought of that, but look at this," Darcy said to him. She showed him the single sheet of Aimee's bank statement, with her name and social security number on it. "See? Your sister didn't need money. Her account shows withdrawals, and no deposits. Plus she had
Aimee wasn't the killer.
Chapter Eleven
After bicycling back into town, Darcy stopped in quickly at the Sweet Read bookstore. She'd been ignoring her business all week, first for the conference over in Ryansburg that she had to drop out of, and now for the sake of Jon's sister being arrested for a murder Darcy knew she hadn't committed. Leaving her bicycle outside, leaning up against the wall, Darcy walked in to see Izzy ringing up a couple of customers who were both renting copies of different electronic books. Small sales, but all of the small sales she'd been doing of that type were adding up quickly. She was very glad she'd had the idea to add electronic readers to her stock.
Izzy assured Darcy that everything was all right at the store. "I hadn't expected you back until Saturday anyway," she said to Darcy, her blonde hair recently cut short. "Let me handle it for a few more days. Use up the rest of the week. I'll take care of everything."
Darcy thanked her and quickly left to head over to the police station. Izzy had been a real godsend, more or less landing here in town right at a time when Darcy needed her. Thank heaven for little favors, she supposed, and even more so for the big ones.
At the police station she settled her bike into the rack outside the front doors and got herself buzzed through by the desk sergeant. Grace and Jon were both at their desks, talking about something that they cut off abruptly as they saw Darcy coming over.
She didn't waste time. "I know who the killer is, Jon."
He raised an eyebrow at her, his expression unamused. "So do I. My sister."
"No. It isn't Aimee. It's Richard."
At her desk Grace paused in writing something on a report. "Richard? Vivica Chartrand's son? Darcy you can't be serious."
"I'm with Grace on this one," Jon said. "You've been wrong before when you've gone off and done your own investigating, Darcy. I think you're doing the same thing here. Aimee killed a woman. I can't give her any excuses by even hoping someone else might be responsible."
Darcy tried not to be annoyed by what he had said to her. It was true that she had been wrong in the past and accused people of things they didn't do. She'd learned her lesson, though. Now she made sure before she pointed fingers.
And she was sure.
"Aimee didn't do this," she said, looking Jon directly in the eyes. "But I know who did."
She put a paper bag down on Jon's desk. She'd used it to carry the things she'd found at Vivica's house. Jon took them out now, the piece of fabric in one hand, papers in the other.
"What are these?" he asked her.
"Those," Darcy said, pointing to the papers, "are bank statements and a second mortgage application that Vivica didn't fill out herself. Her bank statements are very interesting. She was giving out large sums of money to someone. The trouble came when she ran out of money to give. When she did, the person she'd been supporting came and asked her to mortgage her home to get more money for them. She refused, and when she did, that person killed her."
Grace came to look over Jon's shoulder. "Those statements were on the inventory list the guys did when they went through Vivica's home, Jon. They jotted the information down but left the sheets behind. No one thought we needed them after we arrested Aimee."
Jon slowly nodded, reading the statements carefully. "My sister could still be the one who needed money from Vivica," he pointed out. "She was on the run and hiding out."
"I thought of that, but look at this," Darcy said to him. She showed him the single sheet of Aimee's bank statement, with her name and social security number on it. "See? Your sister didn't need money. Her account shows withdrawals, and no deposits. Plus she had
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