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."
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