Free Will You Marry Me? (Sam Darling Mystery Book 4) by Jerilyn Dufresne

look the same." George finally looked at his notes, maybe to insure he covered everything.
    Jeremiah then asked, "Are you suspicious of Jim Bob?"
    "Kind of," George answered.
    "Maybe," I said.
    I thought it was time to explain my weird semi-psychic proclivities to Jeremiah. "This is probably going to sound strange," I said, "but I get vibes about people and situations." I noticed Jeremiah's questioning look, but continued anyway, "You can ask George. I help solve crimes because I can tell who the bad guys are."
    And before George could say anything, I finished, "Okay, I'm not right 100% of the time, but most of the time I can point you to the murderer. And, by the way, I am indeed 100% convinced this is murder, plain and simple."
    "Is this true?" Jeremiah turned to my George for confirmation.
    "I'm afraid it is," George said, and he looked embarrassed as he said it. "I didn't trust her instincts during our first case together, but I do now. As Sam said, she may not get it correct immediately, but she can narrow it down to a couple of people, and then we can figure out which one it is. Well, sometimes that's how it works. Other times she..."
    I felt I had to interrupt him before he said bad things about me and made me mad. "I get these twinges, upset stomachs, and just plain vibes when I'm around evil people. The first time it happened around a murder it scared me because I couldn't figure out what was going on. But now I understand it, and so..." I let it go at that because I wanted to see the sheriff's reaction.
    "Well, okay then," was what he said, which surprised the heck out of me. He then turned to me and asked, "So what are your vibes telling you now?"
    "I can't say."
    "You can't say. Or you won't say?"
    "Now, you're sounding like a cop, sheriff."
    "That's what I am. Don't evade my question."
    "Okay. I won't say. I don't want to point a finger at the wrong person, which is something I may have done in the past."
    George cleared his throat, which is what he always did when he tried not to laugh at me.  
    I looked back at Jeremiah. "I am getting a few vibes, but one of them doesn't make sense at all. So can I wait until tomorrow to tell you?"
    "Guess I don't have a choice. I probably can't arrest you for not telling me about your 'feelings.' But tomorrow, no excuses."
    I nodded.
    George said, "I'd like to get back to what we found out. Jim Bob was having an affair with someone called Missy Hen--a woman who legally changed her last name. We found out more than I wanted to about the sex lives of the chicken impersonators. What I didn't find out was why all chickens look the same at the convention. Why there are no roosters versus hens, for example. Anyway, Jim Bob is known as the Big Cluck since Missy didn't show up this year. He also said they broke the rules by having a sexual relationship outside of the convention. He will lose his position if anyone finds that out. I told him we'd keep it quiet if we could, but didn't make any promises."
    "Hmm," Jeremiah said and looked thoughtful. "I just don't figure Jim Bob for the murderer. If it was a murder."
    "It was," I said. "That's something I'm willing to tell you today. It was a murder and I'm sure Wilma will confirm it."  
    "Okay, Sam. For now I'll believe you, and we'll see what happens." He turned to George. "We need to look for Missy Hen and if we can't find her we'll need to get a DNA sample. I'll check on her last known address and phone number."
    "I think Jim Bob tried to call her too--right after the last convention, and then again when she didn't show up this time. He didn't get a response, but I did get her phone number." George tore off a piece of paper from his notebook and gave it to the sheriff.
    "I'll take care of checking her out, and seeing if I can find her original last name. George, I'd like you to stick with Wilma and Luigi. Let me know if you find out anything new."
    "What about me?" I asked, feeling left out.
    "Umm," Jeremiah hesitated. "Uh, you do