A Sprinkling of Murder
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Fairy garden store owner Courtney Kelly believes in inviting magic into your life. But when uninvited trouble enters her shop, she’ll need more than a sprinkling of her imagination to solve a murder . . .
Since childhood, Courtney has loved fairies. After her mother died when Courtney was ten, she lost touch with that feeling of magic. A year ago, at age twenty-nine, she rediscovered it when she left her father's landscaping business to spread her wings and start a fairy garden business and teashop in beautiful Carmel, California. At Open Your Imagination, she teaches garden design and sells everything from fairy figurines to tinkling wind chimes. Now she's starting a book club tea.
But the light of the magical world she's created inside her shop is darkened one night when she discovers neighboring dog-grooming business owner Mick Watkins dead beside her patio fountain. To make matters worse, the police suspect Courtney of the crime. To clear her name and find the real killer, Courtney will have to wing it. But she’s about to get a little help from an unexpected source . . .
Daryl Wood Gerber
Agatha Award-winning and nationally bestselling author Daryl Wood Gerber writes the popular Aspen Adams novels of suspense as well as standalone thrillers. As a mystery author, Daryl pens the bestselling Fairy Garden mysteries and Cookbook Nook mysteries. As Avery Aames, she wrote the Cheese Shop mysteries. Intriguing Tidbit: Daryl has jumped out of a perfectly good airplane and hitchhiked around Ireland by herself.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Courtney Kelly is the owner of the fairy garden/tea shop Open Your Imagination where she shares her love and belief of fairies. Some people want to believe or think that they believe, but only certain staff members are privileged enough to actually see Fiona, a fairy currently on probation by order of the fairy Queen. Fiona, to get off probation must work to help others, so when Courtney finds her neighbor murdered in her courtyard, Fiona and Courtney work together to figure why and who.What a wonderful start for this new series! I love the characters and the delightful way that the magical essence of feisty Fiona is "sprinkled" throughout! Can Courtney solve the murder before the police arrest her?Can't wait for the next sighting of Fiona!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A Sprinkling of Murder by Daryl Wood GerberBook #1: Fairy Garden Mystery SeriesSource: NetGalley and KensingtonRating: 2½/5 stars**MINI-REVIEW**The Bottom Line: Once again, I find myself in the minority when it comes to star ratings on a book. I struggled through this book from page one to the very end and that made me angry because I really wanted to love this read. It has everything I normally love in a cozy mystery and even has a dash of the paranormal, but somehow none of this came together for me. I found most of the characters to be rather flat, the plot to be rather cliché, and the addition of the fairies to somehow be beyond the real of possibility, even in a fiction book. To be completely honest, I am not sure why this read didn’t work for me, but as I finally made it to the end, I realized, I won’t be giving the series a second chance. I think this may simply be an instance of “not for me” but I can absolutely see how this book is appealing to other readers.
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A Sprinkling of Murder - Daryl Wood Gerber
Praise for the Previous Mysteries of Daryl Wood Gerber
On the Cookbook Nook Mystery series:
FINAL SENTENCE
"With a bodacious cast of characters, a wrenching murder, and a collection of cookbooks to die for, Daryl Wood Gerber’s Final Sentence is a page-turning puzzler of a mystery that I could not put down."
—Jenn McKinlay, New York Times bestselling author of the Cupcake Mysteries and Library Lovers Mysteries
"In Final Sentence, the author smartly blends crime, recipes, and an array of cookbooks that all should covet in a witty, well-plotted whodunit."
—Kate Carlisle, New York Times bestselling author of the Bibliophile Mysteries
On the French Bistro Mystery series:
A SOUFFLE OF SUSPICION
Gerber ticks all the boxes for a successful cozy: a capable protagonist, intelligent dialogue, a fine sense of place, eccentric yet plausible suspects, and clues galore.
—Publishers Weekly
[Gerber] creates colorful, enjoyable characters.... One word of warning: her descriptions of the food and wine pairings are so very vivid and realistic that readers should not be hungry when they read this mystery.
—Booklist
A sweet treat with dazzling characters, a sleuth full of charm, and blossoming romance.
—Seattle Book Review
Just as delicious as the first... When it comes to the word ‘appetizing’ you automatically think of food. But when it comes to the literary scene, this series is well beyond appetizing. Not only are the foods incredible, but the characters and plot are equally superb.
—Suspense Magazine
A DEADLY ÉCLAIR
"A Deadly Éclair has everything a good cozy mystery needs: charming and off the wall characters, a unique setting, and a mystery in need of solving! Although this is my first novel by the author, it definitely won’t be my last."
—San Francisco Review of Books
"A Deadly Éclair is like having dinner with old friends. It has the laughter, the stories, the fun, and the good food all in one cozy."
—BB Haywood, New York Times bestselling author of the Candy Holliday mysteries
A Sprinkling of Murder
Daryl Wood Gerber
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Table of Contents
Praise
Title Page
Copyright Page
Acknowledgements
Acknowledgments
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Recipes
Teaser chapter
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, or events, is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2020 by Daryl Wood Gerber
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ISBN: 978-1-4967-2634-6
ISBN-13: 978-1-4967-2634-6
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First Kensington Trade Paperback Printing: July 2020
Thank you, Nancy Drew, for being such a wonderful protagonist. You made me love to read.
Acknowledgments
We shall not cease from exploration / And the end of all our
exploring / Will be to arrive where we started / And know
the place for the first time.
—T. S. Eliot
I have been truly blessed to have the support and input of so many as I pursue my creative journey.
Thank you to my family and friends for all your encouragement. Thank you to my talented author friends, Krista Davis and Hannah Dennison, for your words of wisdom. Thank you to my Plothatcher pals: Janet (Ginger Bolton), Kaye George, Marilyn Levinson (Allison Brook), Peg Cochran, and Janet Koch (Laura Alden), and Krista Davis. It’s hard to keep all your aliases straight, but you are a wonderful pool of talent and a terrific wealth of ideas, jokes, stories, and fun! I adore you. Thanks to my blog mates on Mystery Lovers Kitchen: Cleo Coyle, Krista Davis, Leslie Budewitz, Roberta Isleib (Lucy Burdette), Peg Cochran, Linda Wiken (Essie Lang), Denise Swanson, and Sheila Connolly. I love your passion for food as well as for books. Thanks to my Cake and Dagger and Delicious Mystery author pals, Julie Hyzy, Jenn McKinlay, Roberta Isleib, Krista Davis, and Amanda Flower. I treasure your creative enthusiasm via social media.
Thank you to Facebook fan-based groups, Cake and Daggers and Delicious Mysteries. I love how willing you are to read advanced copies, post reviews, and help me as well as numerous other authors promote whenever possible. We need fans like you.
Thanks to those who have helped make this first book in the Fairy Garden Mystery series come to fruition: my publisher, Kensington; my editor, Wendy McCurdy; my copy editor, Debra Kane; my agent, John Talbot; my cover artist, Elsa Kerls; and my biggest supporter, Kimberley Greene. Thanks to Madeira James for maintaining constant quality on my website. Thanks to my virtual assistants, Sheridan Stancliff and Marie McNary, for your novel ideas. Honestly, without all of you, I don’t know what I would do. Fly off to Neverland? You keep me grounded.
Thank you to Chief Paul Tomasi of the Carmel Police Department for answering all my questions. Any mistakes as to police department procedure are my own. Thank you to Beverly Turner, though we have yet to meet. Your book Fairy Gardening has been a true inspiration to me. Your instructional videos are amazing.
Last but not least, thank you, librarians, teachers, and readers, for sharing the delicious world of a fairy garden designer in Carmel-by-the-Sea with your friends. I hope you enjoy the first of what will become many stories.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
(listed alphabetically by first name)
Humans
Bianca, trail guide
Brady Cash, owner of Hideaway Café
Courtney Kelly, owner of Open Your Imagination
Dylan Summers, detective, Carmel Police Department
Emily Watkins, wife of Mick Watkins
Eudora Cash, romance author
Glinda Gill, owner of Glitz Jewelers
Gregory Darvell, dog trainer
Gus, a security guy working for Kipling Kelly
Hattie Hopewell, Happy Diggers garden club chair
Hedda Hopewell, loan officer
Holly Hopewell, cottage landlord and neighbor
Isabella Acosta, owner of Acosta Artworks
Joss Timberlake, assistant at Open Your Imagination
Kipling Kip
Kelly, Courtney’s father, landscaper
Lauren, a young customer
Logan Langford, landlord of Cypress and Ivy Courtyard
Meaghan Brownie, harpist, half owner of Flair Gallery
Mick Watkins, owner of Wizard of Paws grooming salon
Miranda Watkins, Mick’s sister
Miss Reade, librarian
Oriana Gray, inn owner and councilwoman
Pastor Li, pastor at the congregational church
Petra Pauli, councilwoman
Rodriguez, female police officer, Carmel Police Department
Sonja Schmidt, assistant at Wizard of Paws
Tish Waterman, owner of A Peaceful Solution Spa
Ulani Kamaka, reporter for the Carmel Pine Cone
Victoria Judge, attorney
Wright Youngman, attorney
Yvanna Acebo, employee at Sweet Treats, weekend baker for Open Your Imagination
Fairies and Pets
Cocoa, Isabella’s poodle
Fiona, a righteous fairy
Merryweather Rose of Song, guardian fairy
Paint, a trail horse
Pixie, Courtney’s Ragdoll kitten
Shep, Mick and Emily Watkins’s German shepherd
Zephyr, a nurturer fairy
Zeus, Petra’s collie
Chapter 1
Do you believe in fairies? If you do, clap your hands!
—J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan
"Do you see her? Is she down there? I tried not to let my five-year-old customer hear the panic in my voice. Of course Fiona was down there. She wouldn’t have flown the coop. Okay, she was mad at me for telling her to make herself scarce, but honestly!
Look hard," I said.
After a breathless moment, the curly-haired girl—Lauren—who was peering into a huge strawberry terra-cotta planter, popped upright, and spun in a circle. Yes, I do, Miss Kelly. I see her.
Once upon a time, when I was five, I’d danced among the flowers and twirled to my heart’s content, too.
Call me Courtney,
I reminded her. Children who came into Open Your Imagination, my fairy garden and tea shop, didn’t have to be formal. The more familiar, the more fun. And keep your voice soft. You don’t want to scare her.
Courtney,
she said. I do see her. I really do.
What does she look like?
She’s... she’s...
Lauren wiggled nervously as if I’d really put her on the spot.
I’d felt the same when I saw my first fairy. A week after my mother planted a fanciful garden filled with yarrow, lilac, and a host of herbs to attract butterflies, I met her. I had been dressed in something similar to what I was wearing now, denim overalls, a lacy shirt, and a gardening apron. She had been as pretty as the sunrise.
Lauren waved her arms. She’s green and silver and blue and... and...
Go on,
I encouraged. I hadn’t wanted to trust my eyes, either, but my mother had told me to believe. Meadows, rivers, and mountains, she said, were alive with spiritual beings who would give a helping hand to those who asked nicely. I stroked the silver locket that held my mother’s portrait. She’d given me the locket that Christmas. An image of a fairy was etched into the lid. The word Believe was engraved on the underside.
Mommy,
Lauren called.
She and I were standing on the slate patio, a roofed outdoor garden space. Her mother was sitting at one of the many wrought-iron tables. She smiled indulgently and whisked her hand, encouraging her daughter to speak. Muted sunlight filtered through the skylight in the pyramid-shaped roof. The ornate fountain carved with fairies and gnomes burbled in the background. A number of customers browsed fairy figurines on the verdigris bakers’ racks and spoke in hushed tones. A few others chatted about how pretty they thought the twinkling lights were that we’d woven through the vines and the potted ficus trees. A cluster of women was checking out the miniature Pink Splash hypoestes plants and golden Monterey cypress we had in stock.
Tell me about her wings,
I prompted.
They’re teensy,
Lauren chimed.
I noticed a lot of activity inside the main showroom, the French doors and beveled casement windows of the L-shaped space providing a full view from where we stood. One woman was scrawling her name on the sign-up sheet for the upcoming tea. We didn’t serve tea every day, only on Saturdays. So far, the response for this week’s tea had been tremendous because we’d decided to pair it with a book club event. We were going to discuss The Secret, Book and Scone Society. Scones and tea... a perfect fit.
And her dress?
I asked.
Lauren twirled in place, her tresses fanning out. It’s silver and looks like my ballet dress.
She grabbed the seams of her pink tutu.
So her dress is lacy?
I asked.
Lauren bobbed her head. And she has blue hair and sparkly silver shoes, and she glows.
That’s Fiona,
I said. Her hair was actually gossamer and caught the light, much like a prism or the lens of a camera. At certain angles, her hair could become a variety of other colors.
Lauren stopped moving and splayed her arms. Why are her wings so small? She can’t fly with those.
She’s able to fly but not long distances. She has to earn three sets of adult wings first, in addition to her current pair.
How will she earn them?
By...
I tapped my chin. How could I explain it?
Fiona, for all intents and purposes, was a fairy-in-training. She should have been a full-fledged fairy by now, but imp that she was, she’d done one too many pranks in fairy school, so the queen fairy had booted her out and subjected her to probation, during which time Fiona had to get serious. By helping a human, she could earn her way back into the ranks.
Courtney, yoo-hoo.
Lauren touched my arm. How will she do it?
By doing good deeds,
I replied.
Everyone should do good deeds,
Lauren said matter-of-factly.
Yes, they should.
And not pranks like putting syrup in my tea as Fiona had done earlier. I’d warned her that the queen fairy would frown on her antics.
Months ago, when I’d pressed Fiona for details of her banishment, she had been vague. One major restriction was that she could not have fairy friends. Though more fairies existed in Carmel, she wasn’t to socialize with them. Yet.
How did you meet her?
Lauren asked.
She came to me the day after I opened this shop.
Like magic?
Yes, like magic.
After Fiona had told me about her predicament, I’d asked her if the queen fairy was a horrible, wicked fairy, and she’d blushed. No, she’d said. The queen was the most wonderful fairy in the whole world. When I grilled her for more information—like were other fairies on probation?—Fiona had dodged the question and instead educated me about her kind. In addition to types of fairies, like air fairies and water fairies, there were four classes of fairies: intuitive, righteous, guardian, and nurturer. Fiona was a righteous fairy, which meant she needed to bring resolution to embattled souls. Of course, there were rules in the fairy world. A righteous fairy couldn’t intentionally put herself in harm’s way.
Have you always seen fairies?
Lauren asked.
No.
At the tender age of ten, when my mother died, I had lost my ability to see them. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I rubbed the locket my mother had given me, I couldn’t see another. In the ensuing years, I grew serious. In high school, I studied hard to make my father proud. In college, I turned my attention to chemistry and earth sciences. After graduation, I joined my father’s thriving landscaping outfit in Carmel-by-the-Sea and dedicated myself to working the land: dig, plant, don’t have fun, repeat.
Until a year ago when Fiona appeared. At first I saw a sparkle and heard a tinkle and a ping. And then delightful laughter. She had flitted from behind a pot and introduced herself with a curtsy. When I found my wits, I asked why she would reveal herself to me. She explained that although the sorrow over the loss of my mother had squelched my ability as a girl to see fairies, it was my nose-to-the-grindstone attitude toward life that had continued to suppress me. When I made the decision at the ripe old age of twenty-nine to spread my wings and start a fairy garden business, voilà. My heart opened, and Fiona swooped in. She hoped she could save me so I could save her.
There she goes.
Lauren pointed.
A flicker of light shot from a pocket of the strawberry planter and disappeared in the vines by one of the French doors. Fiona. Still miffed. Tough. If we were going to remain friends, she would have to follow my rules: no shenanigans. I wondered if the queen fairy had given her the same guidelines.
Can she come to my house?
Lauren asked.
Sorry. No.
Fairies had few boundaries, so Fiona could leave the shop and cruise around Carmel, but I didn’t want every new believer thinking Fiona might drop in for a visit. Besides, as of this morning, Fiona had wanted to remain close to me. She’d told me she feared something extraordinary or tragic might happen. To me? I’d asked. She wasn’t sure, but she wanted to remain at the ready. Needless to say, I’d been on pins and needles ever since her pronouncement. I didn’t mind an extraordinary occurrence, like meeting a fairy, but a tragic one? Like my mother dying? No thanks.
Knowing she’d worried me, Fiona had played a trick to lighten the mood—the syrup. I’d snapped at her. She’d bolted.
Lauren pressed her face to the top of the planter, probably hoping Fiona would return, and said, How old were you when you saw your first fairy?
Her words reverberated in the empty pot.
Your age.
Was it in the last week of April, like now?
It was the first week in June.
I fingered the short-cropped hair at the nape of my neck as the memory came back to me full force.
Was it here in Carmel?
Yes.
I’d lived in Carmel-by-the-Sea all my life, except when I went away to college. How I loved living here. The town was charming and magical and bursting with positive energy.
Lauren stood up, her eyes wide. Was it Fiona?
No, sweet pea. Another fairy. Her name was Aurora.
Like my mother, Aurora had a cheery disposition and had loved the color yellow and the aroma of honey.
Is Aurora the one who taught you how to make fairy gardens?
Lauren asked.
No. I learned from a woman at the Renaissance Fair.
My best friend had encouraged me to step outside my comfort zone and attend a Renaissance Fair—in costume. While there, dressed as an enchantress, I had met a fairy garden designer. I was so enraptured with the whimsical creations, I begged the woman to teach me the art. As I learned to design gardens, the woman gave me tips on how to attract fairies. I remembered laughing at the notion. My childhood memories of playing with fairies were fanciful and foolish. And yet. . . how I’d wanted to believe again. Following my mentor’s advice, I had planted a garden of flowers and herbs that would attract butterflies. I set up bird feeders, filled birdbaths with water, and hung crystals from the trees. As a feeling of spiritual wellness rose within me, I had realized I needed to change my life. I gave notice to my father and with a small fund my nana had left me—she had helped my father and me cope with our loss until she passed away at eighty—I had invested in Open Your Imagination.
Lauren’s forehead pinched with concentration. What’s a Ren-sen Fair?
"Renaissance. I adjusted the strap of my floral-print garden apron. I’d added an extra pair of pruning shears in one of the multifunctional pockets, and the extra weight was pulling it down.
It’s a fair where—"
All right, Lauren. Time to go.
The girl’s mother clapped her hands.
Startled, Pixie, my creamy white Ragdoll kitten bounded from her perch on one of the wrought-iron chairs and dashed to me. She swiped me with her tail. I bent down and scratched her chin. You’re okay.
She was nearly six months old. Don’t be a scaredy cat.
Pixie sat on her haunches and squinted, which made the flame markings on her forehead meld together.
I ran a finger across them. You’d better get used to noise. There’s going to be a lot of it whenever children visit us. Scoot.
I nudged her, and she scurried off.
C’mon, little lady,
Lauren’s mother said. She waggled the white basket in which they’d stowed their fairy garden choices. Let’s purchase the things we’ve picked out and head home.
At Open Your Imagination, I made fairy gardens and taught people how to build them. At the learning-the-craft corner of the patio, an area at the far right of the patio set with a modest-sized rectangular table fitted with benches, a couple of customers who had taken this morning’s instructional class were still working on theirs. In addition to fairy figurines, I sold a variety of items that customers could use to create their own environments—waterwheels, gazebos, and the like. For a bit of whimsy, I’d stocked the main showroom with items for people, too, like tea sets and an assortment of garden knickknacks, macramé hanging plant holders and wind chimes and bells—according to Fiona, fairies loved tinkling sounds. We also carried miniature plants, pots, tool sets, and aprons. Although Open Your Imagination was modest in size, we offered plenty of choices.
Lauren grabbed my hand. Come with us, Courtney. I’ll show you the fairy I picked out. She has my name.
Many of the miniature fairies, gnomes, or trolls that we sold had a name. If we didn’t stock a particular name, we could special order it. And, honestly, anyone could change a fairy’s name. They weren’t written in stone.
She has beautiful brown hair like mine, and a crown of flowers, and she’s sitting like this.
Lauren plopped onto the ground, crossed her legs, and rested her chin on her fist.
I know, sweetheart,
I said. I helped you find her. Remember? Along with the swing set and the slide and the bunnies.
Every fairy garden should have a theme. Lauren wanted hers to be about having fun, day and night.
Her mother bit back a smile and hoisted her daughter to her feet. Upsy-daisy.
I followed them through the French doors into the shop.
"Psst. Joss Timberlake, my elfin clerk and bookkeeper who had a penchant for really colorful shirts, like the short-sleeved fuchsia Hawaiian one she was wearing, beckoned me to the sales counter.
He’s here."
He, who?
I was five feet five inches tall, but I towered over Joss. I had to crouch to hear her.
Him.
Joss caressed the ridge of her pointy ear and subtly hooked a thumb toward the front door.
Mick Watkins, who owned Wizard of Paws, the pet-grooming salon across the courtyard, was standing inside the Dutch door. There were additional businesses in the Cypress and Ivy Courtyard, including an art gallery, a bakery, a jeweler, a high-end clothing shop, and a collectibles store. If Carmel was known for one thing, it was its attractive courtyards and secret passageways. Our courtyard, which was multilevel and located between Lincoln Street and Dolores Street, with Open Your Imagination facing Lincoln, had been designed with a Cape Cod feel, its white clapboard buildings trimmed in baby blue and adorned with lots of plantings. The design was one of the main reasons I’d wanted to lease the property.
What do you think he wants?
I asked Joss.
Trouble.
I didn’t know what I’d do without Joss. I was so thankful that on her fiftieth birthday she’d decided to seek a simpler life and had left her Silicon Valley accounting job. She was a whiz when it came to organizing the stockroom or balancing accounts and a decent person who cared about others, although occasionally, she could make snap decisions about a personality.
I said, I’ve got this. Would you ring up this purchase for this sweet girl and her mom while I tend to Mick?
After I finish this sale.
Joss was packing up an eight-inch pot, a small bag of soil, six two-inch containers of miniature plants, and a flute-playing, rose-colored fairy. Small-scale projects were often the first gardens that customers who were new to fairy gardening attempted.
I tapped Lauren on her freckled nose. Good luck, young lady. Have fun making your garden, and, when you’re done, encourage your friends to believe.
I will.
Slapping on a winning smile, I crossed the parquet floor to greet Mick, a chunky man with a barrel chest, bulldog jowls, and thick brown hair.
Hey, Mick.
I jutted a hand. Nice to see you.
Mick grunted, which made me bite back a smile. Over the past year, he had been vocally unhappy that I’d landed this particular lease. He’d hoped to expand across the courtyard, but our landlord had nixed the idea. One grooming establishment was enough, no matter how dog-friendly Carmel was.
Mick rubbed his jeans as though he were itching to respond to my offer of a handshake. I saw a flicker of light beyond him. Was Fiona toying with him? Had she given up being annoyed with me? Pixie, her whiskers twitching with curiosity, lingered behind Mick, too. She adored Fiona and often played chase with her.
Can I help you find something, Mick?
I asked.
Nope.
He had a booming voice. I suspected his barrel chest had something to do with its tenor. I came in to tell you that Logan Langford’s on the warpath. He wants to renege on my lease.
Did he say why?
Ha! A mute has a larger vocabulary. But watch out. Next thing you know, he’ll be coming after you.
Thanks for the heads up.
I wasn’t worried. Our landlord had completely embraced the concept of the shop. He intended to create a fairy garden for each of his eleven grandchildren because he had loved the novel Peter Pan as a child. Seeing as he hadn’t started the first garden, I was pretty certain I could count on a longer lease. Anything else?
That’s all.
Mick stole to the right wing of the shop and peeked in. Was he looking for someone? Was that really why he’d come in? He checked his watch and, peeved, charged toward the exit.
The upper half of the Dutch door was ajar, allowing a cool breeze to enter the shop. Carmel was blessed with Mediterranean-style temperatures, although intermittently fog drifted in. Not today. Mick opened the door and closed it with a thwump.
I returned to the sales counter.
Whewie,
Joss said as she wiped the weathered white oak surface with a cloth. He’s sure not the guy you’d crown Mr. Personality, and here I believed he had a chance. Yesterday when he came in, he was all smiles.
He came in yesterday?
With Petra Pauli.
Councilwoman Pauli?
During college, although I’d focused primarily on my landscape architecture degree, taking urban design, site construction, computer applications, and so many chemistry classes I could have become a chemist, I’d also enrolled in a load of history classes. California history, in particular. Over the years, I’d enjoyed reading up on Carmel and knew the sagas of many of the original families. Petra Pauli’s father had been an Olympic pole-vaulter and went on to become a US congressman. Like her father, Petra had excelled at everything—cheerleading, debate team, academics. There wasn’t a blot on her record. It was obvious that she aspired to greater things than simply remaining a councilwoman. My guess? Mayor of our fine town followed by governor of the state.