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is from Portland, and she’s meeting Danielle over at her house to show her the piano. Should I call her?” Lily asked again.
    “No, I don’t want you to call her. Do you know where she’s going after she looks at the piano?”
    “Back here. What is going on Officer Henderson? Why won’t you answer my questions?” Lily asked impatiently.
    “I’m not at liberty to say right now, Lily. Do you know when she plans to return here?”
    “I imagine within the hour, maybe sooner. You are sort of freaking me out. What the hell is going on?”
    “I agree with Lily,” Joanne spoke up. “What’s going on, Brian? Has something happened to Danielle?”
    “No, that’s impossible!” Lily shook her head in denial. “I just talked to Danielle ten minutes ago, there can’t be anything wrong. Has there been an accident or something?”
    “As far as I know, Danielle is in perfect health.” Brian reached into his pocket and removed a piece of paper. “I have a warrant to search Marlow House.”
    Lily turned and began hobbling back to her room.
    “Where are you going?” Brian asked sharply.
    “To call Danielle and see what in the hell is going on,” Lily called back.
    Brian quickly stepped into the house and grabbed hold of Lily’s forearm. She started to stumble, but was saved by the unseen hand of Walt Marlow.
    “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” Brian said. “I want you ladies to wait in the library with one of my officers.
    Lily looked down at her forearm, which Brian continued to clutch. “Let. Go. Of. My. Arm.”
    Before Brian could respond, he flew backwards, landing on his backside. Immediately his hand went to his chin. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear someone had hit him. Yet that was impossible. The other officers rushed into the entry as he stumbled to his feet. They looked around, yet like Brian, they didn’t see anyone other than Lily or Joanne, and it was clear neither of the women had hit Brian.
    “Looks like I’m not the only one having a problem walking,” Lily quipped.
    “What the hell just happened?” Brian asked, rubbing his chin.
    “Looked to me like you just fell backwards,” Joanne said. “Are you alright?”
    “I guess so…” Warily, Brian glanced around the entry hall. “But I will still need you ladies to go with an officer into the library.”
    “And if we refuse?” Lily asked.
    “Then I’ll have to put you under arrest for obstruction of justice.”
    “Come Lily,” Joanne reached out and took Lily’s arm. “Let’s just go into the library. I’m sure Danielle will be here any minute and sort this out.”
    “Sort what out?” Lily asked, as she let Joanne lead her down the hall. Just as she and Joanne reached the library door, more officers swarmed into the house, some heading up the stairs.
    “What in the hell is going on?” Lily muttered. Glancing around, she wondered where Walt was and what he might do to Brian and the other police officers now searching through Marlow House.

Chapter Three
    D anielle glanced at her cellphone . It was almost 9 a.m. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she tried calling Mrs. Anderson again. The call went immediately to voice mail. It was a generic recording, not Mrs. Anderson’s voice. Since Danielle had redialed the number that had called her earlier, she didn’t doubt she had called the correct number.
    “Hello, this is Danielle Boatman. I hope everything is okay. I have to get going. I’ve been here all morning and need to go home. When you get this, please call me.”
    When Danielle pulled up her street ten minutes later, she was surprised to find four Frederickport police cars parked near Marlow House. One blocked the entrance into her drive. Frowning, she parked her car on the street and got out. Just as she slammed the door shut, she found herself surrounded by police officers—each pointing a gun in her direction. Where they had magically come from, she had no idea.