A Grave Mistake by Leighann Dobbs

probably wouldn’t listen to them if they wanted her to see a doctor. Morgan tried anyway. “I think we’d better take you to the hospital and get you checked out.”
    “No. No. I’m fine.” Jolene pushed her sisters away and took a step forward. She was a little wobbly, but not too bad. She turned in a slow circle, looking all around them, her forehead creasing in a wrinkle that got deeper and deeper the more she looked.
    “What the heck are we doing in a graveyard?”

Chapter Eleven

    “If you can’t remember what we were doing at Finch’s, then I think you need a doctor.” Morgan looked across the kitchen island at Jolene’s pale face and regretted letting her sister talk her into taking her home instead of to the hospital.
    Johanna gave Jolene a motherly frown. “She’s right. You could have a concussion.”
    “Concussion? What happened?” Jake stood in the kitchen doorway, his face a mask of concern.
    “A tree limb fell on Jolene and knocked her out,” Morgan explained.
    Jake crossed the kitchen and stood in front of Jolene. He tilted her head up toward the light and pried her eyelid open.
    “Ouch!” She pulled away, covering her eye with her hand. “What are you doing?”
    “Checking your pupils. I used to be a cop, remember? I know a little bit about concussions,” Jake said. “Are you feeling nauseous or dizzy? Any blurred vision, headache, forgetfulness?”
    “No. No. And no,” Jolene said.
    “Well, you did forget why we were at the Finch farm,” Celeste pointed out.
    “I’m fine. I’m not going to the hospital,” Jolene said.
    “Her pupils look okay and she doesn’t seem to have any other symptoms. I guess we just watch her and make sure she doesn't show any signs of concussion. We can't force her to go to the hospital if she's too stubborn to know what's good for her.” He shrugged. “How did you guys make out on the farm, anyway? Did you find a new clue? And how did the tree branch fall?”
    The three sisters filled Jake and Johanna in on the trip to the cemetery, the clue on the gravestone and the strange, windy snowstorm. Luckily, Luke came in at the beginning so they didn’t have to repeat themselves. Jolene leaned against the counter, unusually silent, taking it all in.
    “Do you think the strange storm was some kind of paranormal force?” Luke asked.
    “Maybe.” Morgan looked at her sisters and they nodded. “If a paranormal can control energy, then why not the energy of the wind?”
    Luke nodded. “There’re forces out there we can’t even imagine. But is this wind person in cahoots with Bly?”
    “Good question,” Fiona said. “We don't know who it was or who they were in cahoots with.”
    “It sounds like the trip out to the farm was eventful, but did it give you guys have a new lead on the relic?” Jake asked.
    Fiona nodded. “Obviously the clue couldn’t have been on the obelisk, so we think it was the epitaph on Ezra’s gravestone. There was a poem on there and we think it might be the clue.”
    “Too bad we never got to read the bottom line of it,” Celeste added.
    “Why not?” Luke asked.
    “The stone must have settled over the years and the very bottom was under the ground line. We could just see the tops of the letters but not enough to tell what letter it was,” Fiona explained.
    “And the stone blew to smithereens in the wind storm,” Celeste added.
    Jake snorted. “That must have been some wind storm. I don’t think wind can blow up a stone.”
    Luke nodded, his face turning serious. “That’s right. Whoever caused that must have some power. I want you girls to be extra careful from here on in. I’ll put more guys on detail watching you.”
    Morgan sighed. She would have argued, but she knew it was futile. Luke was serious about safety, especially when it came to her. Which did make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, except for the part where someone followed her around. At least Luke’s guys were inconspicuous—she hardly knew