Eve Snow Psychic PI: The Case of the Secret Admirer 1 Read Free

started. Just as she pushed the button on the coffee maker, her doorbell rang.
    “Coming,” she called, as she hurried toward the front part of the house.
    “Hi, Chad, come on in,” she said as she stood aside to let him enter.
    “I appreciate you seeing me on the spur of the moment like this,” he said as they hugged.
    “Oh, it’s fine,” she said. “Hunter and I were already up. In fact, we were getting ready to have some coffee. Would you like some?”
    “Actually, I would love a cup,” Chad said. “I need something to keep me fueled, and you certainly make some of the best coffee I’ve ever had.”
    “Flatterer!” Eve laughed. “Come back to the kitchen with me.”
    Chad sat down on one of the stools at the bar while Eve poured them both some coffee.
    “So how are you and Hunter getting along?”
    “You know, I never thought I’d hear myself saying this, but we’re really good. Honestly, Chad, I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life. We’re getting married in May.”
    “Seriously?” Chad looked a little stunned. “That’s great, Evie! So I guess love really is better the second time around.”
    “Yeah, I’d have to agree with that sentiment.”
    “Where is Hunter anyway?”
    “Oh, he’ll be down in a minute. He’s still getting dressed.”
    “Let’s wait for him and that way I can tell you both at once what’s going on.”
    “That works,” Eve said, as she sipped her coffee. “I still can’t believe that someone would want to hurt Sara.”
    “Well, as I said on the phone, we’re still not clear on what exactly happened,” Chad said. “But she looks pretty bad.”
    Just as he said this, Hunter entered the kitchen.
    “Hey, Chad,” he said, as he walked over to get his own cup of coffee.
    “Hunter! It’s good to see you, man,” Chad said enthusiastically as he rose to shake hands with him.
    Hunter sat by Eve at the bar and picked up her hand.
    “This is so sad about Sara,” he said. “I can’t believe she’s dead. I mean, we had lost touch over the last couple of years, but she was always a sweetheart. Why would anyone want to hurt her?”
    “That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Chad said. “Her sister found her. She was pretty upset, as you can imagine.”
    “What do you know so far, Chad?” Eve asked.
    “From what we can tell, Sara got home from work at her usual time, around 5:30 yesterday evening. A neighbor said she saw her pull into the driveway about then. After that, it’s anyone’s guess. Her sister, Melanie, got there about an hour later to pick Sara up for dinner. Since no one came to the door, Melanie used her key to unlock the door. She found Sara on the kitchen floor. Sara was already dead but she called 911 anyway.”
    “Damn,” Hunter said. “Was she shot, stabbed?”
    “Neither one of those,” Chad said. “As far as we can tell, the only real injury she seems to have is a very severe, ugly bite mark on her wrist. Not like a bite made from human teeth, though. It was more like an insect bite. There were two deep puncture marks and then some serious swelling, bleeding and bruising at the site. We’ll know more once the ME has finished with the autopsy. She’s doing that first thing this morning. We need to know as soon as possible what the cause of death is.”
    “Of course you do,” Eve said sympathetically. “I can’t imagine what her family is going through.”
    “Yeah, they’re taking it pretty hard,” Chad said. “That brings me to why I’m here. I want to find answers for Sara’s family and I know how good you are at unearthing things no matter how deeply they’re buried.”
    “Well, most of the time my success rate is pretty good. All I can do is try,” Eve said.
    “I was so hoping you’d say that,” Chad replied with relief. “What do you need to look into this?”
    “The fastest way is to spend time at the scene. Would that be possible?”
    “Sure, I think I can get you in there without drawing too