Whack The Mole (Lucy McGuffin, Psychic Amateur Detective 2)

“Hi, Zeke.” Paco nudges me with his nose as if to remind me that he’s still here.

Zeke gazes between Paco and the dead body. “This scenario looks oddly familiar.”

I’ll say.

“Don’t leave just yet.”

Not a problem, because I have no intention of going anywhere.

Zeke and Travis walk a few feet away and begin to talk. Even though they keep their voices low, I can pick up a few words here and there.

“Anyone called Billings yet?” asks Zeke.

“Right after I called you,” says Travis.

I can’t make anything else out, but they’re acting strangely. Very hush-hush. A dark blue sedan pulls up along the street. Two men get out. They’re wearing suits and ties. This isn’t the same crime scene investigation group I’ve seen before. For one thing, they aren’t wearing uniforms, and they don’t seem to have any equipment on them.

The two men glance my way. They walk up to Zeke and Travis. The four of them talk for a few minutes. Then they all turn to look at me. One of the suit guys says something and Travis nods grimly.

Goosebumps erupt over my arms.

Nothing about this scenario makes sense.

Travis breaks away from the group. “Let me take you home.”

“No need. I have my car.”

“Then let me follow you home and make sure you’re okay.” He takes me by the elbow and leads me toward my car. It feels more like an order than out of concern for my safety.

We get to the curb and out of earshot from Zeke and the suits before I spin around to face him. “Not so fast, buddy. What’s going on? Who are those two guys? Have you called the wife yet to let her know what happened? You need to check out her alibi. They did this entire episode on America’s Most Vicious Criminals about how most of the time it’s the husband or the wife who—”

“Lucy, the guy in the blue hoodie isn’t on his honeymoon.”

“He’s not?”

“His name is Ken Cameron. He was an FBI agent.”

Chapter Four

Travis follows me to The Bistro where we go upstairs to my apartment. We settle down on the living room couch with a cup of coffee in our hands.

“Okay, I’ve been a patient girl, but its time you told me what’s going on.”

“The order Rusty and I got this morning was for a group of FBI agents who are here in town.”

The hairs on my neck stand on alert. This isn’t exactly a lie. But it’s not the complete truth either. Travis is hiding something. Too bad for him he doesn’t stand a chance against me.

“I see. Like…an FBI convention?”

“Sure. Yeah. But you know, they don’t want to go around announcing they’re here, so we ne

ed to keep this quiet.”

“No problem. You can count on me to keep it on the low down.”

He blinks like he’s not sure if I’m messing with him or not. “You mean the down-low?”

“Isn’t that what I said? So you and Rusty were delivering food to a bunch of agents here on a retreat? That’s so sweet of you.”