Danger at Sandpiper Bay: A Riley Harper Mystery, #2
By Traci Hall and Patrice Wilton
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DANGER AT SANDPIPER BAY-- A Riley Harper Mystery is Book Two in this exciting new series. Written by USA Today and NY Times bestselling authors, Traci Hall and Patrice Wilton who have teamed up again to bring you more mysteries to enjoy!
Officer Riley Harper faces danger of an unusual kind in Sandpiper Bay. A nor'easter off the coast of Maine is set to slam into their little island, cutting off all communication and putting the residents at risk. During the storm a killer strikes. Stranded, Riley and her partner race the clock to track the villain before the thaw, and possible escape.
A nor'easter off the coast of Maine leaves everyone stranded on Sandpiper Bay and Officer Riley Harper's courage is tested when she finds a dead body in the snow. She must find the killer before he escapes both the island and justice.
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Danger at Sandpiper Bay - Traci Hall
Chapter One
Wind buffeted the Fiat like a cat batting a toy mouse. Riley Harper, newest addition to the Sandpiper Bay police force, hunched over the wheel and dodged branches along the dark two-lane road from their rental toward the family’s favorite restaurant, the Lobster Pot. Her mother, Susan, and her fourteen-year-old daughter, Kyra, chatted about Katie’s birthday party—the only reason they were out on such a dreary January evening. Snow was in the forecast. Leaves and sleet danced on the pavement. Thick rain smacked the windshield.
Was that a snowflake?
Kyra asked with excitement, nose pressed to the rear passenger window.
Riley really hoped not, though her daughter was thrilled about the long Martin Luther King weekend and at last being able to make a snowman. Sandpiper Bay had experienced an extremely mild winter, so everyone said.
This would be their first experience with snow. Her position on the east coast island had brought a lot of firsts. First time they’d seen an old man petting a chicken. First time she’d been given a pint-sized police car.
They reached the gravel parking lot and Riley breathed out a sigh of relief that they’d made it. Now her concern would be driving home before the snow fell. Another first? Driving in the white stuff.
Here we are,
Susan singsonged. Her mom, wrapped to her neck in a down coat, opened the passenger door and stepped out. The brisk temperature had definitely dropped in the five minutes since leaving home. The dash read thirty-five degrees when it had been in the forties all day.
Kyra, honey, don’t forget Katie’s present.
They’d bought the restaurant owner a gift certificate for a spa day in Bangor and tied it to a box of chocolates. Riley exited the car.
Got it,
her daughter said. Kyra, once out of the vehicle, clasped the box to her chest as a sly gust of wind almost stole it away. Oops. That woulda sucked.
But you caught it,
Susan said. The forty years she’d worked with at-risk babies had given her an immense capacity for patience that Riley had relied on heavily in the last five months.
Riley led the way across the parking lot toward the front door of the Lobster Pot. Hundreds of sparkling lights in blue, red, and green decorated the outside in a festive reminder of the holidays.
Her mother swung open the front door. What a fun Friday night.
The ladies had spent the long winter evenings with books, games, and movies. Riley no longer minded the forced relaxation. She ushered Kyra before her into the warmth.
Sammy texted that she’s going to the movies with Josh tonight.
Kyra’s tone held typical teenaged angst as her best friend in Phoenix had a boyfriend, and Kyra felt left behind. Riley wondered for the millionth time if she’d made a mistake by uprooting both her mother and her rebellious teen from their comfortable lives in Phoenix.
Riley brushed a strand of Kyra’s long brown hair from her face. Her daughter was pretty and smart, with full lips now in a pout. You could invite a friend from school over.
Nope. Waste of time. We are temporary.
Kyra refused to make friends in Maine.
Riley was not above bribery in her parenting bag of tricks to bring a smile to Kyra’s face and had been in talks with Sammy’s mother to buy a ticket for Sammy to spend time over spring break, as a surprise. Once the ticket was bought, she’d tell Kyra.
A sharp breeze tickled her nape and Riley hustled inside, closing the door behind her. She unzipped her thick winter jacket. Coby Jenkins, handsome owner of the neighborhood pub, rounded the podium to greet them. He was thirtyish with sandy-blond hair and a flirty nature. Hello, ladies.
His cheeks dimpled as he flashed a smile. May I help with your coats?
No, you may not!
Susan spoke emphatically. But thanks.
Her mom slipped off her jacket and hung it on a hook, along with her scarf. Kyra followed suit. Music and laughter filled the cozy interior, in contrast to the wintry chill outside. Lights twinkled on the inside windows overlooking the ocean, creating magical prisms. The shadow of a giant oak tree, large branches bare, was an eerie silhouette.
Did Katie give you a job?
Riley teased. You can add restaurant greeter to your bar owner resume. Who’s running your place on a Friday night?
Valerie volunteered so that Kimber and I can be here for the party.
Coby gestured to the dining area. We saved you seats at our table.
Thank you!
Riley peered into the crowded dining area. Where’s the birthday girl?
Katie’s Queen Bee at the longest table there by the wall, with Matthew.
Riley made out the ginger hair of her partner at the station. They’d forwarded the department phone to their mobiles since the chief was out of town, visiting his daughter and the triplets. The station closed at six, but an island cop was never really off duty.
Katie saw them and jumped up from her seat with a squeal. She hugged Kyra first, then Susan, and last, Riley. Bright-blue eyes twinkled in a round face and a tiara glittered from springy black curls. You came!
Of course, we did!
Riley shifted the purse of her strap over her arm. No way would we miss your special day.
"I’m thirty, Katie said in amazement.
Impossible to believe."
Carter, Katie’s boyfriend, waved from the kitchen. His dark-brown hair was covered in a party hat rather than his customary chef’s hat. I hope you brought your appetites! Instead of a sit-down meal, our birthday girl wants thirty of her favorite tapas. I’ve been cooking all day.
His grin showed that he was in his element.
Katie drew them past the podium to the dining area. Assorted tables had been set with plates and silverware in a rainbow of bright colors. Balloons and flowers covered every bare surface. A banner above the buffet read THREE DECADES OF GREAT.
Happy birthday, Katie.
Kyra touched the ‘best friends’ necklace identical to one Sammy had—gifts they’d exchanged before the move—and raised the candy box with her free hand. Here’s your present.
Oh, you didn’t have to!
Katie pointed to a round table stacked with gifts. But I’m glad you did,
she finished with a chuckle. Go ahead and add it there. Sarah is getting drinks for everyone. Order whatever you like—it’s on the house.
Another friend of Katie’s entered the restaurant and Katie left Riley to greet her with a happy shout.
We’re over here,
Susan said to Riley, smiling at Katie’s enthusiasm.
Kyra peeled off to add their box to the pile and Riley followed her mother to the table. She kissed Maria’s cheek and high-fived adorable six-year-old Dante. Kyra sometimes babysat him when Coby and Maria went out.
Between Coby and Kimber, Coby’s full-time bartender, was an attractive man with dyed black hair and loads of tattoos. Susan settled on the corner between her and Wyatt Michaud. The ferry boat captain hopped up to push in Susan’s chair. Was that a hint of pink on her mother’s cheeks? Hello,
her mother said to the others.
Kimber raised a tumbler filled with red liquid and fruit. Hi, Riley. Meet Tamara, my old college roommate. Tamara, this is Sandpiper Bay’s first female police officer.
Hi!
the sweet-faced brunette said.
Kimber put her hand on the guy’s shoulder and squeezed before letting go. He winced. This is Lars… He used to bartend at The Shack. He was before your time—lucky you.
Lars sipped from a long-neck bottle. Don’t be mean, Kimber. It’s not sexy.
The man saluted his beer to Riley. I promise to be a good boy, Officer.
Promises, promises.
Riley laughed. Nice to meet you.
Riley attributed her success in her career to her eye for detail. Lars was not quite thirty, lanky-thin as if food wasn’t his priority. His words were slurred. He had L O V E across his right hand, and the symbols of playing cards across his left—hearts, spades, diamonds, and clubs. He had a gold-filtered cigarette above his ear.
Kyra joined them and Riley didn’t miss the way Lars’s eyes brightened on her daughter. She cleared her throat with a warning glare. "My daughter, Kyra."
Lars took another drink and looked away. Smart man. Riley turned to Coby. Lars used to bartend for you?
"Used to," Coby said.
Kyra sat a little straighter after Lars’s perusal. Kimber raised her sangria glass in a mocking salute to Lars. Lars left us high and dry for a position in Bangor. Coby, why are you being so nice tonight? Please tell me you’re not giving Lars his job back.
Coby’s mouth flattened.
Hey! Why not? I’ve turned over a new leaf.
Lars grinned and the group all laughed at his hangdog expression. Kyra giggled and snuck glances at him. Trouble with a capital T. Riley hoped he wouldn’t stick around.
I sure hope so. The way the wind is blowing, the ferry won’t be running tomorrow, so we can’t send you back to the city,
Captain Wyatt drawled. You got the last ride in this morning.
Not to worry, Cap, I ain’t going back to that stupid job in Bangor.
Lars drank again, then turned the empty upside down, waving to the waitress.
Annoyance crossed Coby’s face, but he held back whatever comment he might have made when Maria caressed his hand. Kimber gave Lars a sour look, then jerked her gaze to Riley, then Tamara. Tension bubbled like expensive champagne.
You’re good friends with Katie?
Riley asked, trying to understand why Lars was at the party if nobody liked him, not just Kimber.
We’ve met a few times,
Lars said, shrugging, then he turned to Coby as if he’d just had a terrific idea. Think she’d give me a job?
Coby shook his head at Lars, anger in the jerky movements. Don’t even—we had a deal.
What deal?
Ta-da!
Carter left the kitchen to deposit a huge platter of various appetizers on the buffet. Riley couldn’t believe the array of food. These are Katie’s favorites. Help yourselves, my friends. And leave room for birthday cake. Our Katie’s lemon chiffon.
Sarah arrived at their table with a bounce in her step. She acknowledged Lars’s gesture with a nod and turned to Kyra, Susan, and Riley to get their drink order too. Riley, because of the rules of her contract, couldn’t have a glass of wine with her meal so she chose hot tea with lemon. Her mother ordered the sangria while Kyra went with a peppermint hot chocolate. Thank you, Sarah.
When Sarah left, Riley suggested to Kyra that they go up together to select their appetizers. Want me to bring you a plate, Mom?
Susan, chatting with Wyatt, nodded. That’d be great.
Kyra led the way, and they stopped to speak with Matthew, who was digging into a tall plate of savory foods. Her daughter’s eyes widened. How are we supposed to choose?
Riley studied the stacked buffet, determined to give it her best shot. We’ll take a little of each and save room for cake.
Kyra giggled at the decadence and went for it—she no longer avoided foods that were different and hardly ever complained about the lack of a Golden Arches on the island.
Riley loaded two plates and she and Kyra returned to the table. Coby and Lars were in heated discussion at the podium. Wyatt hurried to the buffet. Maria shared slices of prosciutto on a crostini and bites of snow crab with Dante.
Thanks, hon,
Susan said, making room before her for the feast.
Welcome. What’s up with Coby?
Riley asked as she sat.
Maria gestured for Riley to lean closer. He’s breaking the news that Lars needs to find another place to stay after tonight.
Hmm. This was a surprise visit?
Riley asked.
Maria didn’t crack a smile. Coby said he showed up around two at The Shack, acting all humble and apologizing.
Kyra peeked over at the angry pair near the podium. Coby’s face was flushed, and Lars had his arms wide, his voice loud. They’re arguing.
They have a history, but Coby always wants to see the best in people.
Maria popped a piece of crab between her lips. The way Lars is acting tonight proves that a leopard doesn’t change his spots, eh?
Wyatt returned, and the conversation moved on to school and when Kyra might babysit Dante again. Riley ate some lobster bites, content to people-watch while she sipped her tea. She knew most of the guests, but not all.
At the far table, Matthew was telling jokes to someone she’d never met. Katie was shoulder to shoulder with him, and Riley guessed he was Katie’s brother by the same blue eyes and black curly hair. Carter got up and darted to the kitchen. Lars and Coby paced the front of the restaurant, the conversation heated.
A blustery wind smacked against the plexiglass outside the windows, followed by a tree branch from the giant oak. Riley’s heart thumped and Kyra sent her a frightened look.
Wyatt saw Kyra’s reaction and raised his gin glass. Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve got a wicked storm comin’ in late tonight. This is just the first gusts of the front.
Really?
Susan’s brow crinkled. We thought it was only supposed to snow a foot or so.
Ayuh. Maine’s weather is temperamental,
the captain said. Like a beautiful woman.
He tipped his glass toward Susan’s sangria.
Oh!
Her mom flushed.
Lars and Coby returned, both men wearing false smiles. Coby plunked down to finish his food while Lars grabbed his beer and went to the podium with his phone, making a few calls. The wind howled through the cracks of the old wooden building. Branches scraped the exterior window with a screech. Riley rubbed her arms. Thick sleet smacked the pane. Wyatt had said a storm. That was different than fluffy layers of white snow.
Screw you,
Lars said, slamming his phone against the podium. A pack of smokes fell from his back pocket, and he grabbed them fast, teetering. Seemed Lars didn’t have a lot of friends in town.
Coby eyed the ceiling as if to ask the Almighty for a miracle.
Kimber leaned across the empty seat so she was nose to nose with Coby. You kept your promise?
Yeah.
Coby pushed his plate away. He knows.
Kimber’s lower lip jutted as she glanced at Lars, who sauntered back to the table. Good. Tamara, remember what I told you about Emily earlier? Don’t be charmed by Lars.
I heard that,
Lars said as he dropped into his chair. You sound bitter, babe. There are plenty of fish in the sea.
Oh!
Kimber turned her chair so that she faced Tamara.
A large pounding jackhammered against the window—next was a crack of glass. Captain Wyatt turned in alarm.
That’s some gust, Captain,
Susan said dryly. Time to be worried?
Nah,
he said, finishing his gin and tonic. "We’ll be fine. Nor’easters are common—we’ve had an unusually warm winter. Not that you would notice, being from Arizona. I’ll help Carter tape the glass for reinforcement before we go home tonight." Wyatt patted Susan’s hand. Her mom actually allowed it.
Just then, Carter brought out a large yellow cake with thirty candles from the kitchen and set it before Katie. For you, beautiful. Happy birthday to you…
The lights in the dining room flickered. Apprehension tickled Riley’s back.
Happy birthday, dear Katie,
they all sang. Happy birthday to you.
As they clapped and cheered, a crash reverberated through the roof, shaking the building. The lights went out and plunged the dining room into darkness.
Riley reached for Kyra, her gaze on the moonlight coming from the window just as the large oak branch broke through the pane, shattering glass everywhere.
Chapter Two
Riley slipped her arm around Kyra’s trembling shoulders, but her daughter kept her composure in the chaos of the broken window which allowed torrents of wind and sleet inside. The candles went out on Katie’s birthday cake and the dining room was dimly lit by the few pillars on the tables protected in vases.
Dante cried and Maria snuggled her son close. Six was such an innocent age. Susan, always calm, reached for Riley and Kyra’s hands before she turned to the ferry captain. Well, Wyatt? Cause for concern yet?
The captain smoothed his palm over his jaw, not hiding a smile. No, ma’am. Probably a branch broke off and hit the roof. We need to board up the window and sweep up the glass, is all.
Coby jumped to his feet, pushing the chair back. I’ll get the broom since I know where it is. You ladies sit tight and be careful.
Riley didn’t care for being delegated to the table and stood up to see where she could best lend a hand. Her mom also bristled but she stayed put and didn’t argue.
Carter hurried past them to the foyer and beyond. Lemme flip the breaker and hope the power comes back on; if not, I’ll fire up the generator.
Katie’s eyes were giant blue discs in her pale face. She stood, staring at the broken window, her hand at her chest. This is an epic birthday, complete with near heart attack. I can’t believe that happened!
Don, a very handsome man, Riley noted, chuckled and gave Katie a hug. One for the books, sis. You and Carter were just talking about trimming that tree, weren’t you?
The lights flickered back on. Coby swept the glass away from the window while Carter and Don held plywood and Wyatt hammered the nails in, which blocked the window from the wind gusts and bad weather. Matthew gathered the glass into a metal trash can.
Maria passed Dante to Kyra. Do you mind keeping him occupied? I’ll head into the kitchen to put the food away.
Kyra sat next to Dante and smiled at him. Okay. This is pretty exciting, huh?
Dante’s expression was more cautious than excited. Kyra distracted him with talking about Paw Patrol, his favorite cartoon.
Riley decided to clear the dishes and