Murder By Muffin (Lucy McGuffin, Psychic Amateur Detective 3)

He texts back with an evil smiley face, but I know that he’s pulling my chain because no way would Will dare eat an entire Tiny’s pizza without me.

First things first, though. I go by my place to let out Paco. After doing his business, he jumps into the back seat of my car. Apparently he, too, wants to know what’s been going on, so we drive over to Will’s house together.

Before I even get a chance to knock, Will throws back the front door and pulls me into his living room. “I’ve been worried sick about you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Where have you been? I’ve been calling you all night.”

“First, pizza. I’m absolutely starving.”

He shakes his head like he can’t believe that I’m thinking of food at a time like this, but he comes back from the kitchen with a pizza box, two plates, two beers, and a bowl of water for Paco.

While we’re eating, I fill him in on everything Travis told me.

“I can’t believe Fontaine sent Rusty to drag you out of that meeting.”

“It’s like he said, he has to make sure I get treated like any other person.”

“He got one thing right though. You’re in no way responsible for what happened to Tara.”

I lay my plate down on the coffee table. “That’s just it, Will. I feel responsible. At least a teeny bit. What was Tara coming over to tell me?”

“We’ll never know the answer to that, Lucy.”

“Not good enough.”

“I hope that doesn’t mean what I think it means.”

“I offered to help the police, but Travis refused to even consider it.”

“Smart guy,” he mutters.

I look at Will. “I told Travis about my gift.”

Will looks surprised. “Why did you—never mind. What did he say?”

“He completely brushed me off. Even though I gave him ample proof,” I add in disgust.

“You have to admit, Lucy, it’s kind of hard to believe.” Something in his voice makes me sit up.

“But you believe it.”

“How long have I known you?” Will asks, as if this answers my question, but something in his voice tickles my Spidey sense.

I pick up my plate again, but suddenly I’m not hungry. I wonder what Will would say if I told him I’ve never caught him in a lie. This is definitely something I think I should tell him, but only when I’m ready to tell him how I feel about him.

“So here’s what I’m thinking,” I say. “Gilly is the most logical suspect since she had both opportunity and motive.”

“Motive?”

“She’s running around being Tara, isn’t she?”

“True.”

“Travis let slip that Tara had multiple visitors the night she died. Any one of them, including Gilly, could have given her the cyanide.”

“How are you going to find out who these visitors were if Travis won’t tell you?”