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Darque Wants
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Author: Diana Steele
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about Jeffrey Holiday for just a few minutes. Then she set her glass on the ledge of the tub and closed her eyes. Slowly, and without warning, she dozed off. As soon as her body had submitted to the soft land of sleep, she jolted forward. Another vision appeared. Amber gripped the tub. She didn’t like what she saw.
     
    Jeffrey was in her mind’s eye once again, with the same leather bag, and the same torn clothing. It made Amber squirm in the tub when she saw his chest wound. He was out of the pond this time, and trudging hastily up a ridge that spewed loose rock under his feet every time he stepped forward. He slipped and cussed, then dropped the bag. Another man appeared from the top of the ridge. Amber squinted, trying to make out his face. Then she gasped. It was Christopher Burton, the man she’d met in front of the guitar shop who owned the art gallery.  He had a revolver pointed directly at Jeffrey.
     
    The sound of goats interrupted the scene, and as he looked to his right, the herd galloped toward him. Amber heard a yell. Who was it? She tried to see more, but the vision lost momentum. The last image she saw was that of Jeffrey, holding onto his chest and reeling into the forest. A long period of stillness consumed Amber. She sat in the tub, shaking, but quiet. Brodi nudged his way inside and stood watching her at the end of the tub. She held onto the edge of the tub to steady herself, then reached for a towel and climbed out.
     
    Amber tossed in her sleep that night. She now knew that Christopher had something to do with Jeffrey’s death. It made her uneasy and she wanted to talk to someone. She remembered that she was supposed to have lunch with Bethany the next day, and this provided some comfort. Just as she was about to climb under the covers, Amber felt compelled to look at Christopher’s card. She took her jacket off the hook in her bedroom and rummaged through its pockets. When she had the card in her hand, she sat it on her bedside table. She wanted to know who this Quinn guy was.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “Hey, Bethany. It’s me. Are you still interested in doing lunch today?” Amber had gotten up late and felt groggy. She was hoping that Bethany still had an interest in getting together.
     
    “Of course. How does noon work for you?” Bethany had already done some gardening and gone for a run. She was showered, dressed, and sitting out back reading a novel when Amber called.
     
    “Noon is perfect. My place or yours?” Amber asked.
     
    “Why don’t you come here? Tommy is still away, so it’s nice and quiet here. Not that your place isn’t.” Bethany stood up and looked out at the Pacific Ocean, its waves rolling and bending off in the distance.
     
    “Great. See you soon.” Amber hung up the phone, relieved and thankful. She knew that it would be worthwhile to confide in Bethany. Maybe she could even start to move forward in helping to piece together the details of Jeffrey’s death.
     
    She slipped on a pair of leggings and a cranberry colored sweater. Then she pulled up her hair and called Brodi. She put on his leash and the two headed for Bethany’s house. When she arrived, Amber was surprised to see Tommy’s pickup truck in the driveway. She approached the door and knocked.
     
    “Hi, Amber.” Tommy answered the door wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He was a good looking guy, with dark hair and blue eyes. “Bethany mentioned you were coming by for lunch. Come on in. Brodi, you too.” Tommy smiled and gave Brodi a pat on the head.
     
    “Bethany said you were away for the weekend.” Amber looked surprised to see him.
     
    “I was. But we finished going over the project kind of early, so I just got back about a half hour ago.” Tommy spoke to Amber and then turned around. A tall man, with piercing green eyes and a thick head of raven colored hair appeared from the kitchen. “Amber, this is Mateo Quinn. He’s the
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