Free Eve Snow Psychic PI: The Case of the Secret Admirer 1 by Sandra Ross

turn to after I had my meltdown and unceremoniously ran away to my parents.”
    “Yeah, that was pretty sad for all of us, I think. We couldn’t believe that you were just suddenly not there with us anymore. You should know that our parties were never quite the same without you.”
    Eve laughed when he said that and playfully punched him on the arm.
    “Hey, I could arrest you for assaulting a police officer!” Chad cried as he grinned back at her.
    “Oh, you’d never make it stick and you know it!”
    Chad got serious again as he looked for the address of Danette Landers. Slowing down, he read the numbers on the mailboxes at the street until he finally came to a stop. They were in front of a small sky blue cottage, trimmed in white with a neat lawn. You could see that flowers would be blooming in the spring along both sides of the driveway and in front of the porch. Chad pulled into the driveway behind a red car.
    “This is it,” Chad said. “Now, remember to let me do the talking unless I direct something to you, okay? We’re going to pass you off as a consultant.”
    “Sure, Chad. I got it,” Eve said. “Don’t worry. I promise not to make you look bad.”
    “You know what I mean, Evie,” he replied. “This is an official interview and it needs to be professionally conducted.”
    “Okay, Chad, I’ll be good.”
    Shaking his head at her, he got out of the car and she followed suit. As they walked to the door, Eve opened her senses so that she would be aware of anything that might be trying to make its way through to her. So far all she felt was gentleness and kindness.
    She followed Chad up onto the porch and stood back as he knocked on the door. They didn’t have to wait long before an attractive young woman opened the door. From her swollen red eyes, it was obvious that she had been crying.
    “May I help you?” she asked as she looked at them bleakly.
    “We’re here to see Danette Landers,” Chad said as he held up his badge. “I’m Detective Chad Morrison and this is special consultant Eve Snow.”
    “Oh yes, Detective Morrison,” the young woman said. “I’ve been expecting you. I’m Danette. Please come in.”
    She stood back and opened the door wider so that they could enter. The inside of the house was just as neat as the outside. They found themselves in a small foyer with a table that held a bouquet of fresh cut flowers. The floor was polished to a high shine and the air smelled of lemons. Danette led them into a small living room and that was where it was obvious just how upset the woman was.
    She quickly went over to the sofa and gathered up a blanket and a couple of pillows. Folding them, she set them aside and invited Eve and Chad to sit down. They took the matching chairs across from the sofa.
    “Can I get you anything?” she asked more from force of habit than sincerity.
    “No, we’re fine,” Chad answered. “We just wanted to ask you a few questions about Sara Cranston.”
    “Okay, sure,” she replied as tears welled up in her eyes. “Anything that I can do to help.”
    “First of all,” Chad said. “I want to tell you how sorry we are for your loss. This can’t have been easy for you. I understand that you were Sara’s best friend.”
    “Yes, Sara and I have been close for years,” she said, her voice breaking.
    Suddenly, she looked at Eve as if seeing her for the first time.
    “Wait a minute,” she said. “Eve Snow? You’re Evie!”
    “Yes, Danette,” Eve said smiling sadly at her. “I’m the same Eve Snow you remember from college. I’m running a private investigation agency now and, as you can imagine, this is a very special case to me. I offered my help to the police investigating Sara’s death. I’m so sorry that this has happened.”
    “You know, Sara really missed you when you took off. I mean, she understood. We all did. But it still made her sad that you were so far away after what happened. She thought so highly of you.”
    “As I did