Wrapped Up in Crosswords: A Holiday Novel
By Nero Blanc
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With Christmas approaching, Belle Graham and her husband, Rosco Polycrates, are getting into the holiday spirit. While Belle does her part creating a Noel crossword contest, Rosco dons red suit and snowy beard to collect toys for the town’s annual children’s drive. But his good will starts to dim when he and two Newcastle Police Department colleagues are mistaken for escaped convicts masquerading as small-town Santas.
On the domestic front, Belle’s canine bodyguards, Kit and Gabby, have their own ideas about holiday gift giving. Turns out everyone may be barking up the wrong tree. Can the canine corps come to the rescue in time for Christmas?
This ebook includes four crossword puzzles that can be downloaded as PDFs, with answers in the back of the book.
Nero Blanc
Nero Blanc is the pseudonym of Steve Zettler and Cordelia Frances Biddle, who are husband and wife and serious crossword buffs. Biddle is also the author of the Martha Beale historical mystery series, which is set in Philadelphia, Zettler and Biddle’s hometown. Their website is www.crosswordmysteries.com.
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Wrapped Up in Crosswords - Nero Blanc
One
ROSCO Polycrates entered the Newcastle Police station through the side door on Cabot Alley. Although he’d been a private investigator for over six years, Rosco had served with the police department of this Massachusetts coastal city for eight years prior to that; and in all those fourteen years, the department had yet to alter the security entry code on the station house side door—02740. It was actually the local zip code, but it was surprising how many of the employees had trouble remembering it. Rosco had often considered suggesting to his former partner, Lieutenant Al Lever—now chief of homicide—that a numerical change might be advisable and even timely, but in the end, Rosco always nixed the notion. It was often beneficial being the only nondepartmental individual privy to this secret
number. At the ripe old age of thirty-eight, he regarded the entry code as a retirement bonus
unwittingly bestowed upon him by the NPD.
One of the major advantages of using the side door was that he could avoid going through the metal detector and then facing undue harassment by the desk sergeant. Having been a former officer, Rosco’s stature within the Newcastle Police Department ran about 50–50; that is to say, half of the officers admired and respected him for his sense of honor and humor as well as his seemingly unorthodox, albeit efficient, approach to crime solving. The other half of the Newcastle Police Department disliked him for basically the same reasons.
On this cold but unusually snow-free morning, the twentieth of December, Rosco had even more reason for using the department’s side door. Walking beside him, as he approached the building, was the latest addition to his small family: a thirty pound silver-gray bundle of canine fluff named Gabby. Just as Rosco habitually eschewed socks—except athletic ones for his morning runs—Gabby saw no use whatsoever for a leash.
The puppy had been adopted
earlier in the year when Rosco and his wife, Annabella Graham, had been in Los Angeles. Belle,
as she was known to friends and fans, was the crossword puzzle editor for The Evening Crier, one of Newcastle’s two daily papers. She was also—although it made Rosco more than a little anxious—an amateur sleuth, and had been called to L.A. as technical consultant for a TV movie based on one of her more prominent cases. After some unpleasant business involving the murder of the show’s screenwriter, Belle and Rosco had been left with the door prize, which was Gabby.
Belle liked to describe the puppy as a cross between a miniature poodle and a wheaten terrorist; at this point it was difficult to tell whether Gabby was more besotted with Rosco or vice versa. The two had become inseparable. When Rosco left their house on Captain’s Walk without her, she either spent the day sulking or demanding attention from her sister,
Kit. When Rosco returned home, Gabby flew into such an ecstasy that Kit, who was a shepherd mix and older and wiser by a full year, would turn away in disgust. Then she’d seek out Belle, leaning her large body against her as though in empathy.
Needless to say, this adoring act brought results with Rosco. He found excuses to take Gabby on many excursions, and since his mission
today was not of a crime-solving nature, he saw no reason why the newest member of the household shouldn’t accompany him. The likelihood of any desk sergeant allowing him to enter the police station with a dog seemed remote, which was another solid reason to cherish his possession of the entry code for the Cabot Alley door.
Before Rosco had left the Newcastle Police Department, he, Al Lever, and forensics wizard, Abe Jones, had taken it upon themselves to organize a holiday toy drive for the city’s neediest children. The initial effort had grown, and the three men now collected close to three hundred gifts—which they and a group of stalwart friends then wrapped and redistributed to Newcastle’s several homeless shelters, its two social services agencies, a host of after-school programs that aided kids at risk, and the hospital’s pediatric ward. The bounty was delivered Christmas day in time for each institution’s annual party.
Although Rosco was no longer with the department, he wouldn’t have given up involvement with the gift drive for the world. And this was his mission
on this particular Tuesday: to team up with Jones and Lever, don holiday costumes, and retrieve gifts the local merchants had been gathering from their customers since Thanksgiving.
As Rosco and his dog stepped onto the olive-green linoleum of the station house’s inner hallway, the heavy metal exit door slammed behind them with a crash. Gabby leapt six inches in the air at the sudden noise, then turned toward the offensive slab of black steel and yipped three times in rapid and noisy succession. Neither her barking nor the clang of the door seemed to garner the attention of any of the officers, most of whom were too involved in their own particular pieces of police business. Rosco acknowledged the nod of a plainclothes officer as he passed. The man was escorting a known drug dealer down the hallway, the detainee’s handcuffs being the only item that distinguished cop from hoodlum. Gabby gave both a low growl as they ambled by, and the cop laughed.
And a Merry Christmas to you, too, pooch. You better teach her who the good guys are, Rosco, before she runs off with the likes of Archie, here.
We’re working on that. Her previous housemate was arrested on murder-one, so this is sort of a work-release program Belle and I have going. Gab’s a parolee.
The cop laughed again and continued down to the stairway that led to lock-up,
or the hole,
depending on which officer you spoke to.
Rosco scanned the inner action of the NPD. Not only hadn’t the security code at the side door been changed in fourteen years, nothing else appeared to have been altered either. Most of the cops were the same ones he knew from his stint there. There were a couple of new faces, but not many; and the walls had probably been painted a few times, but their color was the same institutional green it had always been. Does the city get a deal on this paint? Rosco wondered. Dusty ceiling fans hung down and rotated lazily, even in late December. The idea was to move the heat, coffee fumes, and cigarette smoke around so that no one felt slighted. Rosco guessed that NO SMOKING signs at NPD were still a good five years off.
The large room, separated into fifteen work cubicles, was sparsely populated. Only five or six officers worked quietly, filling out paperwork, while two groups of uniformed patrolmen and -women swapped jokes at two separate coffee stations on either side of the duty desk. A feeble attempt had been made to give the place a touch of holiday cheer. The desk sergeant, who had her back to Rosco, wore reindeer antlers instead of a police hat, and a string of red and green lights had been hung along the back wall—the same string of lights Rosco had purchased eight years ago. About twenty percent of the bulbs had blown out and had yet to be replaced.
On the far side of the room were three glass-paneled offices. An artificial wreath hung on the door closest to the duty desk. It belonged to the captain. Rosco was relieved to see the office empty, the captain being one of the officers with whom Rosco had often been at odds. The center office belonged to the captain’s executive officer. It was empty as well. And the final room belonged to Rosco’s ex-partner, Al Lever. Al could be seen perched behind his desk, his back to the station house, reading the Crier and smoking a cigarette.
Rosco looked down at Gabby and said, I see that our friend Detective Lever has finally kicked that nasty habit of chewing nicotine gum all day long.
Gabby let out a small whine. Her previous housemate, as Rosco had referred to her, had found great success using the patch,
but Gabby had no effective means of communicating this information to either Rosco or Al.
As Rosco worked his way across the station house, with Gabby at his heels, his progress was slowed as The Gabs,
or The Gabsters,
or Gabby-Girl
received pats and treats from Rosco’s old pals, and disapproving scowls from his former detractors. When they reached the lieutenant’s door, Rosco tapped twice on the glass and walked in.
Lever swiveled in his chair, glanced at his watch, and dropped the newspaper on his desk, along with a chewed No. 2 pencil. He’d clearly been working the daily crossword puzzle. He stubbed out his cigarette and intentionally gave Rosco’s surname the same drawn-out and inaccurate pronunciation he’d been giving it for years and years. What had started out as an off-hand reference to Rosco’s Greek heritage had become a familiar and collegial habit—an inside joke between two old friends.
Poly—crates. What’s up? Ten o’clock already, huh?
Rosco glanced down at the puzzle. Yep. Time sure flies when you’re wrapped up in serious investigative police work.
His former partner was only a year or two older than Rosco, but those years had left their mark. Where Rosco was fit, with thick, dark hair and a lean, youthful face, Al Lever was overweight, balding, pasty white, and had a constant smoker’s cough—even on those rare occasions when he’d switched from cigarettes to nicotine gum. And he loved to play the curmudgeon: the gruff, hardboiled cop who had little time for chit-chat and life’s small pleasantries.
Al tapped the newspaper. This is all the fault of that wife of yours. If she hadn’t gotten me hooked on crosswords, a hell of lot more work would get done around here.
Rosco laughed. "Hey Al, what are