A Body in Redwork: A Missouri Star Mystery, #2
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Redwork quilting, an old friend's secrets, and decorations strung with alibis and deceit.
A Christmas quilting retreat loses its appeal when one of Jenny's friends is murdered the first night. The rest of her quilting companions become the list of suspects, and Jenny finds herself sleuthing again. With the victims newly elevated status as a fabric designer attending a convention in town, Jenny believes she has found the motive for the crime.
Posing as a fabric designer herself, Jenny's thrown into a world of fame, fabric, and secret ambition only to find the killer plans to strike again. Tensions rise and nerves begin to fray at the seams as Jenny picks out the stitches of truth from lies. Before the week is through, they will find out who among them would kill for the chance at a designer's life.
From glitzy galas to fabric-covered chandeliers Jenny works piece by piece to unravel the secrets of a mystery that's as starkly contrasting and satisfying as a Redwork quilt.
The Jenny Doan name and the Missouri Star Quilt Company are trademarks of and property of the Missouri Star Quilt Company, used with permission. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental
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A Body in Redwork - Hillary Doan Sperry
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Jenny waffled between pure joy and worry all day long. As a light snow fall on the sidewalk she watched for her friends. They would be arriving any minute and she couldn’t help second guessing herself.
It had been weeks since she’d accidentally double booked herself, planning a quilting retreat for friends the same week as the first official designers convention at her family’s company, the Missouri Star Quilt Co. She would play a heavy role in both and hadn’t gone a day without wondering if still hosting the retreat was the right thing to do.
Do you think I should have postponed?
The retreat girls hadn’t even arrived yet and already she’d seen three popular designers walking past the rental she had booked. This is going to be a good thing, right?
Cherry Carmine, her assistant, continued arranging stacks of fabric and sewing tools on the eight sewing tables they’d set up in the large dining room. "Of course. Everyone’s more excited to meet the sew-lebrities than we are to be sewing anyway. Cherry looked up eyes wide and glanced at Jenny.
But you didn’t hear that from me."
Jenny laughed letting some of her worry go. But if I’m hardly around that won’t be good either.
She didn’t really have a say in when the designers convention was happening but keeping the retreat going worried Jenny that some of her friends would be upset that she would have to be gone every night.
Cherry came up beside her at the window. Her vibrant red blouse caught Jenny’s eye and she turned to her friend. The patterned blouse was as bright red as her name with white quilter’s stars all over it. The color picked up the red tones in her blonde hair and was perfect for the Redwork Retreat that was starting as soon as the rest of her friends showed up.
Cherry bumped Jenny’s shoulder lightly, her soft southern accent making everything feel a little cozier. I know you’re worried about being busy but everyone will understand. You only have one event most days anyway. You’ll get to spend all day with us sewing before you have to go put on a show for the rest of the town.
Cherry’s reassurance slipped into her mind confirming what she’d been telling herself.
It was going to be fine.
Jenny took a deep breath. Cherry’s homemade cinnamon cider was bubbling on the stove and had filled the room with it’s sharp spicy fragrance. It filled her up, and as Jenny let her breath out she relaxed. Again. The shows are pretty fun.
And everyone is going to be there, right? Did Andi take care of tickets?
Cherry’s smile pinched and she tried not to notice as Cherry picked up the last stack of precut fabrics from the box and waved it at her. There’s only a handful of us and we’re still going to need more fabric bundles. How does that happen?
The cheery tone belied the underlying frustration Cherry held for the situation. Only a couple months earlier Cherry had saved a friends life at the expense of a severely broken bone. She’d only recently made it out of her cast and still couldn’t lift much more than the small pack of fabric she was currently carrying. Because of Cherry’s injury Jenny had enlisted the help of another assistant and Cherry wasn’t thrilled with sharing her responsibilities.
Andi did get the tickets, right?
Cherry looked over her shoulder as she placed the last of the fabric in front of a sewing machine.
I think so.
Jenny turned a spool of red thread in her hand and looked around the dining room. I hope we’re ready.
Cherry looked around and Jenny followed her gaze. It looks amazing. You’re getting really good at this.
The finished tables were set with bundles of red and white tone on tone prints and the patterns that they would start tomorrow, their first official retreat day. It was a redwork table runner. Something small to get people going. She’d even included a little accessory bundle for each guest, which she didn’t have yet but Andi had promised to send over. She thought about the list of projects they had provided and started to smile again. It was only Monday and the whole week would be full of laughter and fun.
The front door creaked loudly behind them, the two women turned. After a bit of shuffling in the entry, Jenny glanced at Cherry and moved forward to see who had arrived. Maura? Tilly?
Jenny called off the names of some of her expected guests. Do you need any—Oh!
Just as the new arrival had started to respond they both turned the corner and walked into each other. The woman who rounded the corner lost her grip on the box she was carrying and tumbled to the ground as she called out, startled.
Oh my goodness!
Her blonde hair fell around her as she bent to save the box. Red and white fabric and ruler templates scattered on the ground.
Let me help.
Cherry and Jenny both hurried forward and began picking up supplies.
When the woman’s head lifted Jenny leaned back surprised. Sally? What are you doing here?
A wide smile spread across Sally’s face. I wasn’t expecting to see you here either. I can take care of this. You don’t need to be down here.
Sally tried to shoo her away from the box but Jenny resisted, holding up a pack of fabric that matched the ones they’d just run out of.
I think you can read minds. How did you know we needed these?
I was just helping out.
Sally was closing the box top on the sewing tools and pointed around the house. Hugo was helping Andi, and he got busy or something like that. I’m just the messenger.
She said holding up her hands.
Jenny’s brow furrowed. Oh strange I thought I saw him walking down the street earlier.
Sally shrugged and held up the box. Where would you like them?
You can set those anywhere over there,
Cherry said, pointing toward the kitchen and scooped up the last piece of fabric. Sally crossed the dining room and Jenny followed slowly with Cherry.
Cherry leaned over and whispered, Do we know her?
Jenny almost laughed. For as much as Cherry and she had been through, she sometimes forgot that they’d been working together less than a year. Despite some dangerous situations, Cherry’s arm was evidence of that, they had become fast friends. But it wasn’t the crazy things that made her feel like family. It was the friendship that had grown between them. Sewing together, laughing, going on shopping trips, or trying new things. Cherry’d been by her side since she’d been hired, and it hadn’t taken long for Jenny to realize it wasn’t just a job to Cherry. She genuinely loved what she did, and Jenny was grateful to have found her.
Cherry Carmine,
Jenny gestured to Sally as she met them back in the dining room. This is Sally Harper. She’s the owner of Harper Wovens, one of their first designers, and a good friend.
Co-owner,
Sally clarified, her pale hair swinging around her shoulders. I have a partner that likes to work behind the scenes.
Cherry didn’t say anything for a moment and Jenny leaned over prodding her. Cherry blinked and nodding her head toward Jenny as if nothing had happened said, Me too. Jenny is all behind the scenes. She never wants to get out.
The heavy sarcasm brought out a round of laughter. Sally and Jenny typically found each other at events and in other towns, since Jenny traveled so often for quilting events and shows.
Oh, I can see that. This woman barely sees the light of day, doesn’t she.
Sally chuckled and held out her hand. Ms. Carmine, I believe it’s very nice to meet you.
I like her.
Cherry said shaking Sally’s hand firmly. Thank you so much for bringing the supplies. I’m sure you’re busy getting ready for the designers convention.
It is busy. In fact Owen’s going to be missing me. I should probably get back and help him get the booth set up. It’s a good thing he likes me.
Sally straightened her shirt hem and gave Jenny a hug. Good luck with the retreat and say hi to Mickey. She’s not picking up calls again and I’m anxious to see her.
It was said with good humor and Jenny waved to Sally as the door creaked shut behind her. Mickey was one of Jenny’s friends that had recently joined Sally’s company as a fabric designer. It was fun to see one of her friends succeeding like that.
Cherry stood watching the door. She owns Harper and Wovens?
Jenny nodded and went into the kitchen to see what else was in the box. Cherry wasn’t paying attention as she followed and bumped into the table.
You alright?
Jenny tried to focus Cherry. Cause I need you to help me put these things out. The first group of girls are going to get here any minute.
Cherry shook her head lightly and seemed to come back to herself. That was Sally Harper. The owner of Harper Wovens. Wow. I really love this job. However can you warn me next time we’re hosting top fabric designers?
She fluffed her hair slightly and let her southern accent take on more of a twang as she teased Jenny. I might have curled my hair.
Jenny stacked fabric and cutting mats to carry out to the sewing tables and tried not to smile too big. I’m afraid there will be a lot of that this week.
Jenny had known Sally since her first years in the fabric industry. With everything Harper Wovens handled, Jenny sometimes forgot how popular she’d been as a designer.
Once upon a time Jenny had thought she would design fabric too, and had even attempted some artwork a few times, but it wasn’t in the cards for her. She shook off the longing as Cherry passed her, setting up another table with patterns and sewing swag.
It looks amazing.
Cherry put her hands on her hips and looked at Jenny. You’re getting really good at this.
By the time the first guests arrived Cherry and Jenny were done setting up and had begun experimenting with how many ways you could wear the various sewing supplies that had been provided for the retreat guests. Jenny was in a full belly laugh at Cherry’s attempt to turn a template into a hat, tied down with a measuring tape and binding clips when the first knock came. Cherry shushed her as she put away the supplies and Jenny hurried to the front door.
The snow hadn’t gone away and a thin layer covered the grass and sidewalks.
Tilly stood on the porch, the young woman’s brown hair in loose waves down her back and her bags piled around her. Maura was next to Tilly a single duffle hitched over her shoulder and a small clear bin of fabric at her hip. Maura was in her mid-forties, her hair a wash of blond, brown, and gray that looked like the color of wheat fields in the rain.
You cut your hair!
Jenny said to Maura and opened her arms to hug her.
Maura swished her now chin length locks as she moved inside. Do you like it? I haven’t had it short in years. I think I love it.
Tilly pulled her bags into the entryway. Her youth and excitement radiated through the exhaustion in her eyes.
I can’t believe you made it!
Jenny pulled Tilly into a hug also. I didn’t know if you’d be able to get away from all those babies.
Tilly relaxed into the embrace, and a small moan escaped her. I can’t tell you how good it is to be here.
Then, as if exhaustion was a feeling she could turn off with a switch, she jumped back and clapped her hands. You would not believe who we saw on the way in.
When Jenny didn’t respond, Tilly launched into the room, talking as she went.
Hugo Hensen was standing on Main Street. Right on the corner down from here.
Wow.
Jenny followed her.
Hey, I know Hugo,
Cherry said from the sewing room.
Tilly’s brows rose. Really? What’s he like?
Cherry’s mouth dropped open. Oh, no. I didn’t mean, I meant, well, I just really like his work—
Cherry stepped forward and held out her hand. Hi, I’m Cherry. I’ve never met Hugo Hensen or any other famous fabric designers. Well, maybe one.
She glanced at Jenny and Tilly was speechless for half a second before bursting out laughing.
She took Cherry’s hand briefly. I’m Tilly.
She gave Cherry and Jenny a conflicted look. Right now Hugo Hensen is only two blocks away, and I’m dragging torn luggage into a house full of women.
Maura snorted in the background. Come on, Tilly. I’m as good-looking as he is!
Jenny savored the light-hearted exchange as Tilly pulled her things toward the stairs. She hadn’t thought about how much her friends would enjoy getting to see their favorite designers and sew-lebrities in person. She was suddenly grateful that she hadn’t moved the retreat after all.
A car door slammed, and Jenny looked outside. Mickey’s slim figure and ginger red hair were climbing out of a dark sports car.
Stepping out onto the porch Jenny called to the younger woman. Why are you driving that? It’s winter.
Mickey turned, her jeans and sweater looking far more casual than her car indicated. I got an advance, and I was excited.
She jogged to meet Jenny as she came down the porch steps.
An advance?
She hadn’t heard of that in the fabric industry but the car was sitting there. So you bought a sports car?
Jenny laughed at the ridiculousness of the vehicle for the Midwest winter weather, but everyone got to make their own choices.
Mickey turned back to look at the car. You think I bought it? Oh, gosh, no. I just rented nicer than economy for the first time in my life.
Jenny nodded. Now that, I understand. How fun to enjoy it for the weekend. Be careful, though. These roads get slick in this weather.
My mother said the same thing. But,
Mickey did a little spin, losing a red card from her pocket in the process. The snow fell lightly on her skin, and she looked radiantly happy. I love it! I don’t get near enough of this in Tennessee.
Jenny bent to pick up the card. There was no envelope on it, but the front looked hand-painted. It was a