Excerpt from Chapter 11 of the fan novel now available on Wattpad:
She didn't care about her aches and stiffness. Darcy let out a giggle as she finished warming up and started across the mats to the sword rack. Things were fine between her and Duncan again, Amanda wanted to take her shopping that afternoon "to get some bait to solve your man troubles," and her arm was healing nicely. She couldn't wait to see how well she did today in her lessons.
"My sword's missing!" Her wail cut through the unusual silence of the long room and echoed back to her.
Confusion, anger and a sense of having been robbed cut through her. Darcy stood still for two seconds, then turned to run to Duncan's office. The door opened before she reached it. Detective McGee stepped out, followed by Duncan. The red-haired detective looked as rumpled and frustrated as always. Duncan smiled tightly at her.
"Your sword, Darcy?" McGee asked in that quiet tone of voice that usually meant deep trouble for someone -- usually not her -- when her father used that tone of voice.
"Duncan lets me use it for practice. I was hoping to buy it someday. What's going on?"
"That explains the mystery fingerprints."
"What's going on?"
"About what time did you get here yesterday?"
"I don't know. Maybe seven, seven-thirty."
"Was the sword in its rack when you were here?"
"Yeah." Darcy felt her face heat in a blush. "I checked on it. I mean, it's my sword, y'know?"
"We know," Duncan said, nodding.
"You were with MacLeod until when?" the detective continued.
"About midnight." Darcy glanced back and forth between the two men. "Duncan, what's -- "
"Somebody killed Andy last night, Darcy," Duncan explained. He held out a hand, as if he thought she might lose her balance. "That sword was found by the body."