Thirteen, an anthology of crime stories
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** Recipient of two nominations for the coveted Arthur Ellis Award 2014 for Best Short Story, as well as one Derringer Award nomination! **
Arthur Nominations: Watermelon Weekend by Donna Carrick and The Emerald Skull by Sylvia Maultash Warsh
Derringer Award Nomination for Best Short Story: The Sweetheart Scamster by Rosemary McCracken.
A meeting place for deadly minds...
Thirteen Mesdames of Mayhem bring you a thrilling cocktail of crime fiction, from dark supernatural thrillers to outrageous comedy capers. This merry band of authors includes winners and finalists for the Arthur Ellis awards, Canada’s national prize for excellence in crime fiction.
An eerie emerald skull holds the clue to a woman’s origins...and to murder. A bureaucrat stumbling home on a winter evening sees a lion...or does he? Senior citizens show their mettle...and their sinister side. And, more importantly, how do you get rid of a troublesome body and plan the perfect wedding...at the same time? Within these pages lie the answers!
We bring you an exceptional lineup of Award-winning authors:
Catherine Astolfo, Rosemary Aubert, Jane Petersen Burfield, M.H. Callway, Melodie Campbell, Donna Carrick, Vicki Delany, Catherine Dunphy, Rosemary McCracken, D.J. McIntosh, Lynne Murphy, Joan O’Callaghan, Sylvia Maultash Warsh
Mesdames of Mayhem
We are les Mesdames of Mayhem, a collective of dedicated Crime Writers who share one deadly mission: to thrill readers with our passion for Crime Fiction.Meet the Mesdames:Catherine Astolfo, author of the Emily Taylor Mystery SeriesRosemary Aubert, author of sixteen books, among them the acclaimed Ellis Portal mystery series and her latest romantic thriller Terminal Grill.Jayne Barnard’s novels won her the Canadian Crime Writing Award of Excellence and the Alberta Book of the Year. She’s been a finalist for both the Prix Aurora and the UK Debut Dagger.M.H. Callway, Madeleine Harris-Callway, founder of the Mesdames of Mayhem collaboration, whose debut novel, Windigo Fire, was short-listed for the 2012 Unhanged Arthur award and previously for the Debut Dagger award.Melodie Campbell, author of Rowena Through The Wall, The Goddaughter, and other comic crime and time travel novels.Donna Carrick, author of 3 mystery novels: The First Excellence, Gold And Fishes and The Noon God, as well as 2 crime anthologies.Lisa de Nikolits is a magazine art director and has worked on international titles such as Vogue Australia, Vogue Living, Cosmopolitan, marie claire and SHE. Her titles include: The Witchdoctor’s Bones, A Glittering Chaos, The Hungry Mirror and West of Wawa.Catherine Dunphy was a staff writer at The Toronto Star, Canada’s largest newspaper, for more than 25 years. She is the author of Morgentaler, A Difficult Hero, which was nominated for the prestigious Governor General’s Award in 1997.Cheryl Freedman, former secretary-treasurer and later executive director of Crime Writers of Canada. An honorary lifetime member of the CWC, she’s also the chair of the board of directors of Bloody Words, Canada’s oldest mystery conference. Cheryl is also working on her own historical mystery series.Therese Greenwood is an award-winning author whose short historical crime fiction has appeared across North America. Her website is www.therese.ca.Marilyn Kay made her crime fiction debut with a story in the Bouchercon Passport to Murder anthology. She has since published three stories in Mesdames anthologies.Blair Keetch is a mystery writer based in Toronto. His short story, A Contrapuntal Duet, was selected for the emerging new mystery writer for the ‘In the Key of Thirteen’ anthology also by Carrick Publishing.Sylvia Maultash Warsh, author of the award-winning Dr. Rebecca Temple mystery series, whose historical novel, The Queen of Unforgetting, published in 2010, was chosen for a plaque by Project Bookmark Canada.Rosemary McCracken, whose mystery novel, Safe Harbor, was shortlisted for Britain’s Crime Writers’ Association’s Debut Dagger Award in 2010.Cat Mills is an award-winning filmmaker with a passion for the unconventional. She is the winner of the 2016 and the 2020 Hot Docs Short Pitch Competition and the Director of 7 short documentaries for CBC and Al Jazeera.Lynne Murphy, founder and past president of the Toronto Chapter of Sisters in Crime, whose recent short story The Troublemaker appeared in the anthology The Whole She-Bang.Jane Petersen Burfield, author of short stories (Blood on the Holly) and Communications professional.Ed Piwowarczyk is a retired journalist, and is currently a freelance fiction editor. Ed’s short fiction has been published in Toronto Sisters in Crime and Mesdames of Mayhem anthologies, and, most recently, in A Grave Diagnosis.Rosalind Place was born a Brit, and grew up in Toronto, Ontario. She has had a number of short stories and poetry published and recently completed her third book, a tale of magic and discovery set on a rural Ontario farm in the 1960s.Madona Skaff is the author of the Naya Investigates series, about a young woman disabled by multiple sclerosis, who turns sleuth to solve crimes. The series includes Journey of a Thousand Steps and Death by Association.Caro Soles, founder of The Bloody Words Mystery Conference and author of the mystery Drag Queen in the Court of Death and the sf adventure/thriller series The Merculians.Kevin P. Thornton was born in Kenya. A seven-time finalist for the Arthur Ellis Crime Writers of Canada awards, his short stories and poetry have appeared in several publications.Melissa Yi is an emergency physician and author of the Dr. Hope Sze medical thriller series. Yi has been a finalist for the Killer Nashville Silver Falchion Award, the Crime Writers of Canada Award of Excellence, and the Derringer Award.
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Thirteen, an anthology of crime stories - Mesdames of Mayhem
Foreword
by M.H. Callway
Welcome Readers!
Thirteen merry Mesdames of Mayhem have prepared a deadly mix of crime stories to entice, enthrall and ultimately terrify you. These wickedly crafted tales weave together intricate themes of mother love, age and revenge. Never again will you feel safe in a hallowed cathedral or a charming country church. There is no solace in a seemingly normal high school or a family’s beloved cottage. Nor can you put your trust in police officers in July, or in history-loving librarians in small Ontario towns. And no one will hear you scream in that tough bar in outer space.
You would be wise to remember the saying about old age and cunning. In these pages, oldsters hunt fortunes, horde cursed antiquities and engage in cross-border spying, not shopping. And they will stop at nothing to defend their neighbour’s worms. Youth is no protection either. What’s a newly-wed to do when her husband finds only dust, not gold? And there you are, planning the perfect wedding, when someone drops a body in your car– just because you happen to be the Goddaughter of a certain Italian family.
Nothing is as it seems. Senior civil servants stumble across lions…or do they? And black cats may or may not bring bad luck. You must enter these pages to find out.
The Mesdames of Mayhem are fifteen friends brought together through shared literary critique groups. All are published authors in the crime fiction genre. Many of the Mesdames have won crime writing awards, including the Edgar, Arthur Ellis, Indie and Bony Pete. Many more have earned nominations for these or other awards, such as the CWA’s Debut Dagger.
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Not My Body
by Melodie Campbell
Gina, you have to have red flowers. Whoever heard of a Christmas wedding without red flowers?
Nico waggled a finger and shook his bleached blond head at me.
Sweetie, I’d rather have pink. You can find pink poinsettias, right?
He sat back and his brown eyes went wide. Pink! My favorite! And black. It’s perfect. I can see it now – black table cloths with ice sculpture centrepieces….pink poinsettias on those narrow platforms with streamers coming down from the ceiling…
He was out for the count. I could sip my coffee in peace now. Not that there wasn’t peace in this restaurant. It was Monday night and the place was only half full.
Nico is my younger cousin, an interior designer, newly minted. He is tall, thin and runs a design and event planning business next to my jewelry store in Hess Village. He is rather enthusiastic about my upcoming wedding. Some might say over-the-top.
Nico isn’t gay – he just likes the colour pink. So I knew I could get him off the red Christmas kick with a little subterfuge.
We were seated at La Paloma, my uncle Vito’s resto in the slick part of Hamilton. OK, don’t laugh. The Hammer has some nice places in amongst the steel mills. This upscale bistro was across the street from a major urban teaching hospital, so it’s popular with doctors. Doesn’t hurt that my other uncle, Vince, donated a whole wing to St. Mary’s, and sits on the board.
Vince is also my godfather. You may have heard of him. Let me leave it at that.
What do you think about peacocks?
Nico said.
I fumbled my coffee cup. PEACOCKS?
A crash from the kitchen punctuated that word.
Someone screamed.
Aunt Vera?
Nico was out of his chair, dashing for the kitchen.
I threw down my linen napkin and jogged right behind him.
The kitchen staff stood like immovable stone statues. I had to push my way to the back, where Vito was standing in front of the open door to the alley.
Aunt Vera, Vito, Nico and I peered down at a body. It didn’t move because it had been recently plugged.
Oh my GOD Gina, I can’t look. There’s blood.
Nico hid his face dramatically behind his bent elbow.
Gina, do you know dis guy?
Aunt Vera poked at him with a wooden spoon.
Who is it?
Nico said, peeking around his arm.
Oh jeez. It’s Wally the Wanker.
Yeah, I knew him. Complete loser from high school. Pilfered the student lockers for cash and blackmail material. Even bigger creep in adult life. Not that Wally was ever an adult, except when it came to buying porn. Hence the nickname.
Who took him out?
Vera said, rifling through the poor guy’s jeans for a wallet. She wasn’t as squeamish as Nico.
Gina, you come back with me. I need a calming influence.
I followed Uncle Vito’s stout body back into the restaurant.
Everything is bueno, bueno,
he assured the diners. We just dropped a pan back there.
I walked back to my seat smiling all the way. Big fake smile pasted on my face. Several diners beamed back at me, including a few clients. I nodded to Dr. Drake, who was just sitting down, and to his wife, who had been waiting for him. She grinned widely and flashed her right hand. Big hulking sapphire recently purchased. I nodded in fake appreciation. No, that’s not right. I appreciated her business, truly. I just couldn’t think beyond the butchered body at the back door.
I reached my chair, sat down and stared into my cold coffee. Who the hell had shot Wally the Wanker? And why leave him on Vito’s doorstep?
Don’t get involved, my fickle conscience warned me. Your wedding is just two months off. Your fiancé Pete is a great guy who has no idea how involved you still are with ‘the family’. Keep it cool, Gina Gallo.
I should be calling the cops. But the cops don’t like me much, especially Rick Spenser, another high school non-friend. I didn’t think he’d appreciate a call from me. He might even get the impression I had something to do with the hit. So I decided not to interrupt his Monday night poker game.
Maybe ten minutes passed before Nico came out from the back room. He sat down at our little table.
All taken care of,
he whispered. We can leave now.
Phew! The relief. I couldn’t wait to get out of there to put some distance between me and the recently departed.
I picked up my purse and jacket from the back of the chair. Nico followed me out of the restaurant and over to my car in the back parking lot.
When we were all buckled in, I said, Shall I drop you off at your place?
Uh, no, not yet, Gina. We have something else to do first.
I pulled onto James.
And you have to promise not to scream.
I gritted my teeth. What did you do, Nico?
I put the body in your trunk.
WHAT??
I slammed on the brakes and pulled over. A guy in a big SUV honked his horn three times and gave me the finger as he passed.
It was Aunt Vera’s idea. She helped. But don’t worry. We’ve already notified Uncle Vince. We’re to take your car to the chop shop. The guys will get it all clean, they promised.
I slammed my palm on the steering wheel. Then I took three deep breaths.
I didn’t need to ask how Nico got the trunk of the car open without my keys. Mark that down to a misspent youth.
I wasn’t going to get involved. I WASN’T GOING TO GET INVOLVED. And now I have a dead body in the truck of my car. Nico, I could kill you!
Don’t be silly. There’s no more room in the trunk. Would you mind letting me off home first? It’s on the way.
When we got to his condo, I nearly pushed him out.
It was almost nine. I drove to the place I was supposed to go. (Don’t ask – I can’t tell you.) It was a little place behind a little place in a not so well-lit area. The guys at the chop shop stared as I emerged from the car. They had the good sense not to cat call.
Tony (my second cousin Tony – meaning I have more than one) nodded at me.
Gina. How’s things?
He was wiping his greasy hands on an even greasier towel.
Same ole, same ole. You?
Good. The twins are growing. You should come round.
Tony looks like a Tony. And his wife Maria is equally front-page Italian.
He nodded to the trunk. The Wanker dude?
I gestured with both arms. Not my body. I had nothing to do with it.
No probs. I’ll call you when the car’s ready.
It was really dark and I wanted to get out of there. But I had no wheels. And I didn’t want to be seen at this place, so that meant no taxi.
I called Pete’s cell phone. Hey, can you come pick me up?
Where’s your car?
Pete asked.
What?
Where is your car?
Pete repeated precisely.
Oh.
I thought fast. It needed a little work, so I took it in.
Does this have anything to do with the takeout on James?
I shrieked a bit. Or at least, that’s what Tony said it sounded like.
What do you know about a murder on James?
I hissed into the phone.
I work for a newspaper, remember? I hear everything.
Well, UN-hear it. And get the others to un-hear it too.
Jeez. All I needed was reporters following me around, and cops following them.
I gave Pete the address.
I’m still at work. Pick you up in twenty.
Before I could put my cell back in my purse, it started singing Shut Up and Drive.
Wally the Wanker got whacked?
It was Sammy the String Bean, Vince’s right hand.
I hesitated. Two plugs from a 38. You mean you didn’t do it?
I wasn’t going to say ‘we’. There is no ‘we’ in my vocab when it comes to murder.
No way, Sugar. This is interesting. Gotta go talk to Vince.
He hung up.
Sure, it was. Interesting, that is.
I was still mulling it over when Pete drove up in his hot little convertible. I hopped in and didn’t look back.
***
Next morning I called my cousin Paulo, the lawyer. He was my go-to guy for family gossip.
What was Wally the Wanker into?
I asked.
Officially – parking lots. He cruised the lots looking for vehicles that should be removed, if you get my drift. But unofficially – meaning without the family blessing - drugs. The upmarket kind. Peddled it to the nose bleed crowd.
I promised to take him out to lunch next week, and sat back to think.
***
Around noon, I phoned Sammy.
How much do you want to know about what went down last night?
I said.
I want to know. But I don’t want the cops to know,
said Sammy.
So we keep it to ourselves. Gotcha. Meet me at La Paloma at five.
***
Nico and I got there at four thirty, before the doors opened. I had a few questions to ask the staff, specifically who had arrived in the restaurant before whom, the night before. Double check my memory, so to speak.
Sammy got there at five on the dot. He was alone.
Vera and Vito came out to the public area and we all took a seat around a table for six. All except me. I think better on my feet.
You gonna tell us what happened, Gina? ‘Cause I don’t get it. Why dump a body here? It’s a nice place.
Vera wiped her hands on the apron spread across her ample lap.
I turned to Sammy. We’re keeping this between us, right? Not telling the cops, unless we have to? ‘Cause I can’t prove it, you know. It’s just conjecture.
Sammy nodded. He’s a wiry guy, about fifty, with Woody Allen hair; he’s also sharp as a shark’s tooth. I adore him.
You go, girl.
I smiled and leaned forward, putting both hands on the white tablecloth. Wally the Wanker was making a little extra on the side, peddling OxyContin to the upper classes. Nice work if you can get it. But then his source started to shut down. Wanted out of it. So Wally resorted to his high school trade – remember what that was, Nico?
Nico shivered. Blackmail.
All eyes swung to Nico.
Sonamabeech.
You could see Aunt Vera calculating what Nico had been in the frame for, back then.
Got it in one,
I said, straightening up. I talk with my hands a bit, so they need to be free.
So. Wally started to blackmail the source because he wouldn’t come through with the dope anymore. And the source didn’t think that was nice. So he took out Wally with a 38.
I flicked my arm to the side. Doesn’t matter where. Then he dumped the body on the back steps of La Paloma, that noted ‘family’ hangout, when no one was looking.
I don’t get it,
said Vera.
The killer hoped the takeout would be put down to us,
Sammy said. His brown eyes were piercing.
I nodded.
Well that won’t happen. We’ve taken care of it. No body, no crime. Nothing to report.
Sammy sat back and folded his spindly arms. I’ll spread a rumour that Wally left The Hammer for his health. So all that remains is you naming the killer, sugar.
This was the fun part. I grinned and pointed to the ring on my left hand.
You know me. I notice jewelry – can’t help it. And that sapphire ring was niggling at me.
I paused for effect. Doctors make a lot of money, but they don’t make THAT much. Last night in this restaurant, Mrs. Drake was wearing the ring she bought from my store last month. You wanna talk money – that rock makes my twenty grand engagement ring look like a dollar store bauble. Then I remembered she entered the restaurant alone last night. Dr. Drake came in about five minutes later. That’s because he was dumping the body out back. Then he drove around the front, parked, and pretended to just get here.
But...
started Vera.
What better way to score illicit Oxy than from a bona fide doctor.
Sammy cursed. Ah, Wally. You stupid bastard.
"He was a blackmailer, Sammy. Nico had his chin up and his arms crossed.
I know Wally’s dead now, but I can’t feel sorry for him. Even if he was employed by the family. "
That’s why we’re not going to say a word about it,
I said, pulling out a chair.
No body, no crime. You see a body around here?
Sammy waved both his arms.
Sometime later, when we’d had our fill of veal Marsala and a real tasty Amarone, Nico said, Peacocks, Gina. For the wedding. What do you think?
I looked at Uncle Vito and winked. Fine with me. Do you have a good recipe?
Nico gasped. You wouldn’t! I meant-
Aunt Vera got that one.
About Melodie Campbell
Melodie Campbell achieved a personal best in 2013 when Library Digest compared her to Janet Evanovich.
Melodie has a Commerce degree from Queen’s University, but it didn’t take well. She has been a bank manager, marketing director, college instructor, comedy writer, and possibly the worst runway model ever.
Melodie got her start writing comedy (stand-up and columns.) She was invited into the Toronto Press Club in 1994. In 1999, she opened the Canadian Humour Conference. She has over two hundred publications including one hundred comedy credits, forty short stories and four novels. Her fifth novel, a mob caper entitled The Goddaughter’s Revenge (Orca Books), will be released October 1, 2013. She has won six awards for fiction, and was a finalist for both the 2012 Derringer and Arthur Ellis Awards.
By day, she is the highly proper Executive Director of Crime Writers of Canada. By night she transforms into a fevered scribe of comic crime and time travel novels. There is no truth to the rumour that she once did a somersault off the press club billiard table.
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The Emerald Skull
by Sylvia Maultash Warsh
I’m not one of those UFO freaks who think the U.S. government is hiding flying saucers in New Mexico. I don’t believe in alternate universes or horoscopes. But I am an artist and an artist should keep an open mind. I nearly missed the story when I threw the newspaper on the floor to catch paint drips. Then the brilliant green caught my eye: an emerald skull held at arm’s length by an old woman. She was gazing at it with staged awe. The headline read: Does the Skull heal those who seek its powers? I bent over to read the caption: The emerald is the sacred stone of Venus, the goddess of love and beauty. It is thus thought to preserve love and heal the heart.
You wouldn’t think I’d be someone who needed healing. Poor little rich girl, you’d say. But my mother abandoned me when I was two and once I was old enough to understand, I came to the only possible conclusion: if my own mother couldn’t love me, I must be unlovable. My whole life I’d been looking to fill the hole in my heart sucked out by her leaving. Maybe an emerald skull could succeed where all else had failed.
I skimmed the interview with Eugenia Vanderhof, the woman who found the skull in Guatemala in 1958. She was eighteen when she accompanied her father on an archaeological expedition. In another photo, a group shot, muddy with age, the large ungainly girl held