Murky Passions and Scandals: A Raina Sun Mystery, #6
By Anne R. Tan
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Murky weather in store… with a chance of fatal storms.
After private investigator in training, Raina Sun witnesses a kidnapping, the victim shows up unharmed and claims nothing happened. She insists she was at a day spa the entire time.
The case grows even murkier when Raina's client, the husband of the supposed victim, is found dead at the old pumpkin patch, the site for a contentious new mall development. Raina's new boss seems more worried about collecting their fee than seeking justice for the deceased.
To make matters worse, her sister plans a getaway weekend in Lake Tahoe to revive her marriage, landing Raina with a tornado of a three-year-old. As if that's not enough, her grandma is jealous of the time Raina spends with her new fiancé.
A kidnapping, a dead client, and a energetic preschooler--Raina's weekend goes from bad to worse. Can Raina see her way clear to the end, or will a storm come crashing down when the murderer realizes she's hot on the trail?
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Anne R. Tan
Anne R. Tan is a USA Today bestselling author. She writes the Raina Sun Mystery series and the Lucy Fong Mystery series. Her humorous cozy mysteries feature Chinese-American amateur sleuths dealing with love, family, and life while solving murders. Sign up for her newsletter for new release announcement, sales, and exclusive content at http://annertan.com/newsletter/ FIVE THINGS ABOUT ANNE 1. I can't resist ice cream. 2. I started my first book a month after I had my first baby. 3. And now that she's seven, I brainstorm story ideas with my girl. 4. Instead of reading to my children, I make up stories round-robin style with my children at bedtime. 5. I secretly want Raina Sun's life. A NOTE FROM ANNE: My books are my legacy to my children. Unfortunately, they won't grow up in the San Francisco Bay Area as I did. Without a cultural hub to keep the language and philosophies alive, our family will lose this part of our heritage in one generation. My children will be visitors to this rich culture just like my readers. I hope you'll enjoy your time with Raina Sun and her large dynamic family.
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Murky Passions and Scandals - Anne R. Tan
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Super Freak
Raina Sun knew she’d made a tactical error two minutes into the surveillance job for Moody Investigation’s newest client. She’d asked her grandma to keep her company in this easy assignment. Since seven o’clock in the morning, Raina and Po Po had watched the Westchester home, a ten-thousand-square-foot monstrosity, from the comfort of Raina’s thirteen-year-old car. It was only a quarter past nine, and she was ready to strangle her grandma.
Po Po popped the top of her second can of Red Bull. How much longer will this take? Maybe we should barge into the home and rough her up a bit to get a confession.
Her grandma didn’t need the caffeine. At seventy—wait, her grandma was sixty this week—and a little over five feet, Po Po was a ball of energy. Ever since they got back to California from Toronto a few months ago, her grandma had an extra spring in her step and more bounce in her hair—literally, since she turned her long silvery braid into a chin-length bob with pink streaks.
Raina rubbed her temple. This was the third outrageous suggestion in the last fifteen minutes. There’s no confession. We’re only noting her activities while her husband is at work. There might not even be an affair.
Of course there’s an affair. First, he’s old and rich,
Po Po said, ticking the point off on her fingers. She’s young enough to be his granddaughter—
He’s not old. He’s only in his late fifties—
He probably needs to stock the little blue pill like toilet paper to keep her happy. It’s that Latina blood. I bet you they have a fireman pole in the bedroom—
Raina plugged her fingers into her ears. La-la-la.
Po Po threw her hands up in the air. You’ll be a married woman soon. You need to hear these things so you can keep your man happy.
Raina sighed. If Matthew wanted a pole in their bedroom, she would tell him exactly where to put it. Why don’t we play the Quiet Game? The first person to speak loses.
She mimed zipping up her lips and tossing away the key. Sometimes a kindergartner was more obliging than her grandma.
Po Po gave her an expression that said she was only biding her time. She rooted inside her large hobo bag that could double for a carry-on and probably held weapons of mass destruction. She pulled out her cell phone and tapped on the screen. Blessed silence filled the faded red Honda.
The surveillance job was Raina’s first assignment without supervision. Sure it was minimum wage, but the hours counted as paid experience toward a private investigator license. It was simple enough to tail the client’s third wife and document her affair. A little sleazy, yes, but it was much safer than a murder investigation.
Po Po held out her cell phone. Your sister wants to talk to you.
Raina shook her head. Not now. I’m on the job.
You’re not doing anything at the moment. She wants your help.
I don’t want to get in the middle of their marriage. If she wants to know what’s going on with her husband, she should ask him.
Po Po’s fingers flew across the screen, tapping out a text. Her phone chirped at the incoming message. She said she'd pay you to play detective.
I don’t need her to pay me. I already have a job as a detective,
Raina said. She sounded peevish, and she didn’t like it. Her older sister always had a way of getting under her skin.
She said—
Something is happening.
Raina started her car and reached for her seatbelt. Tell Cassie we’ll get back to her later.
The carriage-style garage door of the McMansion rolled open, and a stunning Hispanic woman in her early thirties drove out in a black Mercedes-Benz SUV. Even from a distance, Raina could see the wide brown eyes and kissable pouty mouth on the oval face meant for a magazine. Some women had all the luck.
Not that Raina was jealous. After all, the curly black hair that made her look like a walking cotton candy on a stick was good enough to get her Matthew. And old age would add enough padding to her boyish figure, although it probably wouldn’t be at desirable locations.
She snorted. Who was she kidding? Of course, she was slightly jealous, but it would all even out. In fifty years, time and gravity would make both of them look like the cute apple head dolls found at craft fairs.
Besides, there was trouble in paradise. Mia Westchester’s husband wouldn’t have hired a private investigator to tail her if all was well at the home front. She made a left out of the driveway and came toward them.
Raina flipped the visor down and pretended to check non-existent eye makeup in the mirror, partially blocking her face with her hand. Po Po ducked, squeezing her head between her knees. Mia paid them no attention and kept going. When the coast was clear, Raina signaled and made a U-turn to follow their quarry.
Po Po made a fist pump and bounced on her seat. Showtime!
The husband only wants to document where she’s going while he’s at work. I don’t think she’s doing anything all that exciting,
Raina said, secretly hoping she was wrong. The last few days had been a snooze fest.
Hot and steamy! Hot and steamy!
Po Po chanted like a child wishing for a treat. I hope she’s doing the nasty with the cabana boy.
Raina wanted to slam her head on the steering wheel. Why did she think it was a good idea to include her grandma? Oh, right. So Po Po wouldn’t feel neglected now that she had to share Raina’s time with Matthew. Talk about juggling two big babies.
Five minutes later the SUV pulled into the parking lot of a medical office complex.
See? She probably has a doctor’s appointment,
Raina said.
Po Po slumped back in her seat, disappointment written across her face.
Raina slowed and rolled past the driveway for a street side parking spot. From the rear view mirror, she saw a white van with dark windows pull up next to the SUV.
Come on, cabana boy,
Po Po said, twisting her upper body to look out the rear window. Hey! A threesome. Oh, she’s a super freak. I like her already.
Raina pulled up next to the curb, thankful she didn’t have to deal with parallel parking. She whipped around to see what her grandma was crowing about.
Two Hispanic men with dark sunglasses and full beards—scruffy and definitely not cabana boy caliber—came out of the white van. They opened the SUV driver door and pulled the wife out of the vehicle. She screamed and threw a punch, but one man pinned her arms behind her.
What’s going on?
Po Po said, her voice full of alarm. We have to do something.
Raina threw off her seatbelt and grabbed the pepper spray from her purse. Call the police. She’s being kidnapped,
she called over her shoulder. She took off toward the van.
One man held the woman against his chest, and the other pressed a rag against her mouth. Within seconds she sagged and went limp. They tossed her effortlessly into the van and slammed the door shut.
The van driver pulled out of the parking lot, nearly plowing into a car pulling into the lot. The car’s driver honked and cursed at the white van. The van driver gave him the bird and peeled out of the parking lot in a squeal of tires.
Raina pumped her arms and pushed a little harder. Even though she was in decent shape, she couldn’t outrun a speeding vehicle. Her lungs burned, and her breath came out in loud puffs.
Duck!
Po Po hollered from behind.
Raina dropped to the ground.
Wha-amp! Wha-amp!
Air rushed past Raina. She lifted her head to see mini pumpkins smacking into the bumper and splattering onto the road. The white van swayed into oncoming traffic and over-corrected itself, sideswiping the parked vehicles.
Wha-amp!
The mini pumpkin missed its target, hit the parked green car by the curb, and splattered onto the road. The white van hooked a right and disappeared from view.
Raina got up and jogged back to her grandma. Po Po lowered a small cylindrical metal tube from her shoulder. Where did her grandma get the homemade pumpkin launcher? And how did she fit it into her bag?
In the car. Let’s go,
Raina said, hopping in and turning on the engine. She made an illegal U-turn and chased after the white van, taking the right turn too wide for her comfort.
Po Po held onto the handle above the window, the pumpkin launcher cradled between her knees. With her other hand, she dug out her bird watching binoculars from her purse. Six. Alpha. Foxtrot. Papa. One. Four. Two,
she called out the license plate’s numbers. I’ll memorize the letters, and you’ll memorize the numbers.
Raina nodded. Okay. One-two-four.
One-four-two,
Po Po corrected, tossing the binoculars back into her bag. She leaned out the window and settled the pumpkin launcher between her shoulder and ear.
What do you think you’re doing?
Raina said, reaching across the center console to hold onto the elastic waistband of her grandma’s jeans. Sit down, Po Po. You’ll fall out of the car, and I can’t drive with one hand holding onto your behind.
Just give me one shot.
Her grandma aimed and pulled the trigger. A mini pumpkin launched out of the tube and missed the van.
The van driver slammed on the brakes and hooked a left, almost getting into a head-on collision with traffic from the opposite lane.
Raina pulled up to the next intersection to make a legal U-turn. By the time she got to the street where she’d last seen the white van, it was long gone—along with the woman she was paid to tail.
When Raina and Po Po returned to the crime scene, they found Officer Joanna Hopper pacing the parking lot, inspecting the asphalt. Her police cruiser was parked next to the curb behind the green car with a dent from the pumpkin launcher. If they squinted, the golf ball-size dent wasn’t noticeable.
How are we to explain the mini pumpkins? Do we need to leave our insurance information for the green car?
Raina asked her grandma.
Po Po tucked the pumpkin launcher back into her purse. She put a finger to her lips. Shhhh. No one has to know. Collateral damage is to be expected.
But what about the green car?
Po Po pulled out an envelope from her purse and waved it in the air. There’s enough money in here to cover the damage. Spillman Insurance is helping me find a new umbrella policy. The last one canceled mine.
She rolled her eyes. Apparently I put in too many claims.
But shouldn’t we at least leave a note with the money?
Got that covered too. There’s a canned letter inside, apologizing for the damage, and some cash to cover the repair bill.
Po Po beamed. Am I smart or what?
Raina ignored the question. It was a fantastic solution to an awkward situation. No name and phone numbers to leave behind. But what little old granny walked around with pre-written apology notes and cash in an envelope? How many of these envelopes do you have in your purse?
Not that many. I’m down to one now. I’ll have to get back to the condo soon so I can replenish.
Po Po, is it safe to be walking around with this much money?
It’s just a temporary solution until I can get another policy. I have full faith in Spillman Insurance.
Po Po tucked the envelope back inside her purse. I’ll leave the note after the policewoman leaves. I don’t want her asking questions. I’m not sure my new toy is, uh…legal.
Raina groaned inwardly. She didn’t even want to start on the subject of legality with her grandma. Where did you get it?
The high school kids built it for me. I offered a five-hundred-dollar scholarship to the team who could make it small enough to fit into my bag.
Raina could imagine what the family would say if her grandma got hauled into the police station for corrupting the youths in town. We better go over to Officer Hopper before she comes over here. I don’t want her to see your new toy.
They got out of Raina’s faded red Honda Accord and trotted toward the officer. People came out of the office building and got into their cars, probably going out for lunch. Surprisingly, they only gave Officer Hopper a passing glance.
The only suspicious thing I see is the splattered mini pumpkin on the street,
Officer Hopper said, hands on her hips. She was older than Raina, probably thirty years old. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight French braid, and her flinty gray eyes regarded the two of them like they were a couple of pranksters.
Raina gave her grandma a sideways glance. Po Po put on her best senile senior citizen look, her eyes at half-mast and unfocused. At moments like this, Raina wanted nothing more than to call her grandma out.
Suppressing a sigh, Raina addressed the police officer. We saw a woman get kidnapped in this parking lot. Her name is Mia Westchester.
Is this a joke?
Officer Hopper said, glancing at Po Po. This is not the first time the senior citizens in this town have led me on a wild goose chase.
Po Po blinked like she wasn’t the ringleader for these previous operations to get even with the officer who was once Raina’s romantic rival. We have the license plate number for the van.
She rattled it off.
Officer Hopper pulled out a notebook and wrote down the license plate number. I’ll run this through the system.
Her tone sounded bored like she was indulging them.
Raina walked over to Mia’s car and glanced inside. The keys dangled from the ignition, and her purse was in the passenger seat. If she wasn’t kidnapped, how do you explain her keys and purse in the car?
Officer Hopper came over and glanced inside. Her expression morphed from annoyance to alarm. I’m calling for backup.
The next two hours flew by in a blur. They were questioned and re-questioned, more police officers came and went, walkie-talkies crackled with life and fell into silence, and her grandma complained about missing lunch. They were finally thanked for their time and dismissed. In other words, the police would take over from here.
Raina and Po Po headed for the Venus Café. Depending on who you talked to in town, the café was either a welcoming gathering place or an abomination. It was unassuming on the outside—an olive green bungalow with white trim—but like everything else in life, it was the inside that showed the world who you really were.
The Venus Café had floor-to-ceiling murals of handsome men frolicking with the Greek goddess in the woods. Only strategically placed flowing hair or bits of leaves kept the paintings in the art category. Raina always felt a secret thrill when she stepped into the café. It was good to be a little naughty even if it was vicariously through painted women.
It was two thirty, which meant the senior citizen crowd would be drifting in for the early bird dinner soon. One of