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was impressive, in an overbearing in-your-face kind of way.
"Is this guy the mayor or one of those rich land barons in the Scooby Doo mysteries?" Jon sniggered at his own joke before using the knocker on the door. Then he growled at the bear's face.
Darcy elbowed him in the ribs. "Stop it."
"What? It's a bear's head knocker, for crying out loud. I can't take that seriously."
Her scowl melted into a smile. She couldn't stay mad at his handsome face or that childish twinkle in his eyes. Here they were investigating murder again and he was still able to find the humor in the craziness. If this was what her life would always be like, Jon was definitely the man she wanted to share it with.
From inside, a voice called out. "Be right there." A moment later the door opened and a tall, smiling man greeted them.
He was dressed in blue slacks and a long-sleeved blue shirt a few shades lighter, buttoned up to the short collar. His skin was the color of rich coffee. His light brown eyes took them in, casually but carefully, friendly in a guarded kind of way. "Can I help you?" he asked, one hand on the door, ready to close it again if need be.
Jon showed him his badge. "Are you Mayor Donnie Wasson?"
"Hmm. Well, my parking tickets are all paid up, so yes. Yes I am." Donnie Wasson chuckled but then put a hand to his chin and peered closer at Jon's badge. "Say. Hold on now. You aren't one of Sheriff Rockwood's men. Says here you're from Misty Hollow. Where's that?"
Darcy felt her hopes sink a little. She had really hoped the mayor wouldn't catch on so quickly to Jon being from another jurisdiction. It stood to reason, though. In a small town everyone knew everyone else. The mayor would know all the officers by face if not by name.
"Misty Hollow is a few hours from here, sir," Jon continued, without missing a beat. " I'm a detective with the police force there. My girlfriend and I are here on vacation. At least, we were. Something's happened to change that."
"Oh? Well, I'm so sorry to hear that," Donnie said in his smooth and fluid voice, seeming to be honestly concerned that two tourists in his town might not be enjoying themselves. "I can't imagine what might have troubled you in our fair town?"
Lowering his voice, Jon held the mayor's gaze as he said, "I have information that someone is trying to kill you, Mister Mayor."
Here was the moment of truth, Darcy thought to herself. Donnie would either listen to them or bounce them out on their ear. She watched for his reaction. His face seemed to go very still. Then slowly, his smile disappeared.
"Well," he said at last. "Why don't we come on inside and discuss that."
Don nie Wasson was by himself. His wife and young son were out of town on a trip, he explained. From the way he said it Darcy got the impression that their trip had happened rather suddenly, and recently, and probably had something to do with what Darcy and Jon were there to talk about.
They sat down on the brown corduroy couch and Donnie served them tea and little biscuit shaped cookies. He folded himself down into the loveseat across from them, his smile inexplicably back in place. Folding his hands over his knee he looked from Darcy to Jon. "Well. Seems you learned a lot about our little town in just two days."
Darcy's eyebrows rose. They had told Donnie that someone was going to kill him, and he'd served them tea and cookies with a smile. "You don't seem to be surprised by what we said."
He shrugged. "I' m not. Small town politics get taken pretty seriously here in Bear Ridge. My pop was mayor for years when I was a teen. Then another man got elected oh, nearly nine years ago. That guy up and disappeared. When that happened it forced a special election. I ran in that one. My first ever political campaign."
"Is that when you got elected?" Jon asked him. He held his teacup in one hand but didn't drink
"Is this guy the mayor or one of those rich land barons in the Scooby Doo mysteries?" Jon sniggered at his own joke before using the knocker on the door. Then he growled at the bear's face.
Darcy elbowed him in the ribs. "Stop it."
"What? It's a bear's head knocker, for crying out loud. I can't take that seriously."
Her scowl melted into a smile. She couldn't stay mad at his handsome face or that childish twinkle in his eyes. Here they were investigating murder again and he was still able to find the humor in the craziness. If this was what her life would always be like, Jon was definitely the man she wanted to share it with.
From inside, a voice called out. "Be right there." A moment later the door opened and a tall, smiling man greeted them.
He was dressed in blue slacks and a long-sleeved blue shirt a few shades lighter, buttoned up to the short collar. His skin was the color of rich coffee. His light brown eyes took them in, casually but carefully, friendly in a guarded kind of way. "Can I help you?" he asked, one hand on the door, ready to close it again if need be.
Jon showed him his badge. "Are you Mayor Donnie Wasson?"
"Hmm. Well, my parking tickets are all paid up, so yes. Yes I am." Donnie Wasson chuckled but then put a hand to his chin and peered closer at Jon's badge. "Say. Hold on now. You aren't one of Sheriff Rockwood's men. Says here you're from Misty Hollow. Where's that?"
Darcy felt her hopes sink a little. She had really hoped the mayor wouldn't catch on so quickly to Jon being from another jurisdiction. It stood to reason, though. In a small town everyone knew everyone else. The mayor would know all the officers by face if not by name.
"Misty Hollow is a few hours from here, sir," Jon continued, without missing a beat. " I'm a detective with the police force there. My girlfriend and I are here on vacation. At least, we were. Something's happened to change that."
"Oh? Well, I'm so sorry to hear that," Donnie said in his smooth and fluid voice, seeming to be honestly concerned that two tourists in his town might not be enjoying themselves. "I can't imagine what might have troubled you in our fair town?"
Lowering his voice, Jon held the mayor's gaze as he said, "I have information that someone is trying to kill you, Mister Mayor."
Here was the moment of truth, Darcy thought to herself. Donnie would either listen to them or bounce them out on their ear. She watched for his reaction. His face seemed to go very still. Then slowly, his smile disappeared.
"Well," he said at last. "Why don't we come on inside and discuss that."
Don nie Wasson was by himself. His wife and young son were out of town on a trip, he explained. From the way he said it Darcy got the impression that their trip had happened rather suddenly, and recently, and probably had something to do with what Darcy and Jon were there to talk about.
They sat down on the brown corduroy couch and Donnie served them tea and little biscuit shaped cookies. He folded himself down into the loveseat across from them, his smile inexplicably back in place. Folding his hands over his knee he looked from Darcy to Jon. "Well. Seems you learned a lot about our little town in just two days."
Darcy's eyebrows rose. They had told Donnie that someone was going to kill him, and he'd served them tea and cookies with a smile. "You don't seem to be surprised by what we said."
He shrugged. "I' m not. Small town politics get taken pretty seriously here in Bear Ridge. My pop was mayor for years when I was a teen. Then another man got elected oh, nearly nine years ago. That guy up and disappeared. When that happened it forced a special election. I ran in that one. My first ever political campaign."
"Is that when you got elected?" Jon asked him. He held his teacup in one hand but didn't drink
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