Down the Drain: Jax of All Trade, #2
By Fallon Brown
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Not another dead body...
Coalville has gone back to its normal quiet pace, and Lou's handy person business is booming. With their queer book club and doing the occasional favor for a friend, not to mention their meddling family, life is full - and thankfully, there's no dead body in the mix.
That is, until their friend Deke calls them, frantic. Lou isn't expecting the reason for that Deke's ex-girlfriend, now very much dead. Lou believes Deke is innocent, but they're sure the local cops will see things differently. But, they're sure Officer Matthias Lindert, even if he is too good looking for Lou's own good, but so not interested in them, will do the right thing.
Until he's taken off the case.
With Deke at the top of the cops' suspect list, Lou needs to find out what really happened, no matter what trouble it brings them. All they know is there is no way they will let their friend get put away for something they know he would never do.
Fallon Brown
Fallon Brown was born and raised in a tiny town in the northwestern corner of Pennsylvania. At one time, she dreamed of having a cabin in the woods or mountains where she could be left alone to write. Instead she spent three years studying psychology before realizing that wasn't for her. She now lives outside of a slightly larger small town in the same corner of her home state with her husband, two children, dog, and cat. She spends her days interfering in the lives of fictional characters while trying to keep a semblance of a clean house. Often the clean house bit fails
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Down the Drain - Fallon Brown
To those who have given me a space to be myself, and the space to figure out exactly who that is.
When I started this series, I wanted to create a place where Lou, and their friends, could be themselves and not face any hate for that. But, this is set in the real word, and unfortunately, that does not seem to be there yet. Still in 2022. So, while it is not a feature of the story, the characters do face some homophobia, biphobia, and transphobia. There are also some references to toxic relationships, the impending death of a parent, and an inappropriate relationship that began as a minor. Most of it doesn’t happen on the page, but it is referenced.
But, of course, in the end, there is a strong core group surrounding these characters, giving them exactly that kind of world I wish we lived in. I may have had to go online to find most of mine, but they are out there. I hope you’ve found yours as well.
And if not, Lou will open their circle to you, at least for the length of this book. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter One
Late, late, late.
I slammed out of my truck, but stopped at the tailgate. I might be running late, but I’d gotten in the habit of checking my tools at every stop, even when I was back home. I wouldn’t want to lose a wrench and have it used in a murder.
Again.
I didn’t have to worry about that. Josiah Fasel killed two people to keep his secrets, but he was in prison. This town was safe.
I was a handyperson, not a catcher of killers. Yet that was just what I’d done earlier this summer. Not anymore, though. I was content with my work, my dog, the queer book club I ran with my best friend. Yes, even my meddling family.
What more could someone want?
Once I’d made sure my tools were where they should be, I slammed the tailgate and hurried toward the house. I was constantly behind, but how could I complain? I had wanted my business to take off. Over the last couple of months, it had. Considering I could be in the ground now, I should be thankful.
I only wished I could catch my breath. Just once.
I stepped onto the porch. Then I froze. The door was unlocked. Maybe Jen forgot to lock up. That wasn’t an issue I thought about before she started working for me. Or had someone broken in? Were they waiting for me? I slipped my hand into the side pocket of my cargo pants, wrapping my fingers around my phone. Who would I call? I wouldn’t bring my family into a potentially dangerous situation. There was always Cord, but no, I felt the same way about my best friend.
Matthias. He was a cop. He could handle an intruder. Should I call him when he might not be on duty? Someone would have to be. An officer would be sent. I hoped the officers who thought I’d been responsible for what happened earlier this summer wouldn’t respond.
This could be nothing.
I released the lip my teeth were currently clinging to. Chewing through it wouldn’t help me make a decision.
My finger hovered over the ‘9’ on the on-screen keypad as I pushed my foot against the door. Hopefully, I’d be able to hit the 1’s before whoever was in there took me out.
When I stepped inside, I heard a light woof, then canine toenails on hardwood flooring. I lowered my phone as Zio came lumbering down the hallway, his treat ball clutched in his mouth.
No one in town wanted me dead. Not anymore.
I dropped into a crouch, rubbed my dog’s blocky gray head, and he released the ball. I’d have to refill it soon, and buy new treats since we were getting low. He tried climbing into my lap, his tail wagging so hard his back end joined in the fun.
Anyone who claimed Pit Bulls were dangerous had never met Zio.
Hey, buddy,
I said. You still roaming free?
I’d told Jen to give him the run of the house when she was here, but to lock him in the kitchen when she left. I’d come home to enough ruined pillows and blinds to learn that lesson. When I saw her again, I would have to repeat the instruction.
At the soft shuffle of steps, my head jerked up, my muscles locking. Someone else was here. I didn’t relax for a long moment, even after I recognized Jen May coming toward me. She had her blond hair pulled back into a low ponytail, and her gray eyes looked tired. Like usual. She was clad in the usual yoga pants and loose t-shirt she wore to work for me.
I thought you would have gone home,
I told her. I didn’t see your car out front.
It was making a weird noise this morning, so I took it to the garage when I took my lunch break.
She glanced away from me and laced her fingers together before releasing them again. That took longer than I expected, so I’m still behind where I thought I’d be. Otherwise, I would have left sooner.
She glanced away.
Don’t sweat it. I don’t have you on a time clock.
We’d agreed on a set amount if she came in three days a week and worked on my books. As well as making sure I didn’t over-schedule myself. It worked for us both. My eyes didn’t cross from forcing the numbers to work out, and it was flexible enough so she could help her mom.
I should get going,
Jen said. I need to make sure Mom eats actual food and takes her meds.
I have book club tonight. If you come back in about half an hour, you could come along.
She shook her head. I doubt any of them would want me there.
Not true. You wouldn’t be the only...
She kept shaking her head, so I stopped talking. Let it go, Lou.
I held up my hands. It’s gone. The invitation’s open, though.
She gave me a half-smile, the most she ever seemed to work up. Not that I could blame her, with everything she’d gone through and still was this year. I imagined it was difficult to drag up even that much. I’ll be here bright and early Friday morning.
I groaned. Not too early. Friday’s the only day I don’t have an appointment before ten. I hoped to sleep in.
As long as Zio would let me, usually not much after sunrise.
Okay, then. Early, but not too early. I’ll check tomorrow night that no new appointments came in you need to know about.
Thanks, Jen. You’ve been a lifesaver with the scheduling program.
It’s nothing.
But her face flushed. Just something I’d played around with. I wouldn’t have finished without Quin’s help.
I wouldn’t say developing a program that helped me keep my schedule straight was nothing, but Jen didn’t seem big on accepting praise. That was another thing I let go.
And it said, I kid you not, ‘since you have the key to my heart, I thought you should have one to my house, too.’
I scrunched my brow as I stepped into Deke and Quin’s living room. Are you writing cheesy greeting cards now, Deke? I know newspapers are floundering, but really?
He leaned back in the oversized recliner, a bit of dark blond hair falling over his eyes as he set his hands on his stomach. Don’t worry, Lou. The Coalville Chronicle isn’t going anywhere. As Uncle Albert likes to say, ‘The Chronicle has been here since the town’s birth. It’ll be here until its death.’ He’s doing his best to make sure that’s true, even embracing the digital age.
That’s good.
I took an empty chair between Cord and Lucie. Why the moonlighting as a greeting card writer?
Not me. Shea. And it wasn’t a greeting card but a note in a ring box. Instead of a ring, it held a key.
You’d have rather a ring?
I asked him.
That was probably in the other ring box. As soon as I read that note, I was out of there. I told him. When we first hooked up, I said, ‘Hey, I’m not interested in a romantic relationship. Not now. Not ever. You good with that?’ And he was all, ‘Yeah, sure, of course. Whatever you want.’ Now, he’s all ‘move in or whatever.’
He sighed. I hoped he’d attend my high school reunion with me this weekend. That was the most serious this thing would have gotten, but that’s not happening. I guess I’ll be going on my own.
He dropped his head back and covered his eyes. Just what I didn’t want.
Quin squeezed his knee. His short build was almost swallowed up by the matching chair to Deke’s, but the intensity in his hazel eyes did anything but make him seem small. I told you—
No,
Deke said. I know you’d go, but I doubt Amery would appreciate that. Even if—
he rolled over whatever Quin would say—you told them it was only as friends. This is a new relationship, and I like them for you. I don’t want you sabotaging it so soon.
You say that like I sabotage all my relationships.
Deke raised a brow, and Quin blew out a breath. Fine, it’s accurate. Doesn’t mean you have to point it out. Now, are we talking about this book or what?
This month’s was your choice,
Cord told Deke. She was apparently taking charge tonight, and she looked the part. She might be out of her paramedic uniform, but she was dressed sharply in dark jeans and a shirt cut to fit her, and that almost seemed to deepen the light brown tone of her skin. You can start.
Jody isn’t here yet,
I said. Should we wait a few minutes?
Jody called earlier,
Quin said. Zir friend is arriving today. Ze is helping them move into their new house, so ze won’t be here.
That was disappointing. Jody might be the newest member, but ze always livened the discussion.
I opened a beer bottle as Deke discussed the book, apparently ready to leave talk of his love life behind. It was a touchy subject for him,, anyway.
I worried about reading this one,
he said. A romance featuring an aromantic character. Surely, that couldn’t work.
You’re the one who picked it,
Cord reminded him.
Yes, thank you for pointing out my masochistic streak. As if it hadn’t already been evident.
Deke was taking the end of this relationship, or whatever he called it, since he didn’t like that word, a lot harder than he usually did. Was it the class reunion, or was there another reason?
An hour later, when the conversation had veered from the book, I still sat on Deke and Quin’s couch, nursing my second beer. I had work in the morning, and I didn’t feel like tackling repair projects with a raging hangover. I didn’t want to go home yet, either. I was still thinking over Deke’s dilemma. I’ll go,
I blurted.
They looked at me. Right. I should have led into that better. I pointed my bottle at Lucie. Their green eyes were wide, and they leaned their tall frame back in the upright chair they’d taken. Right, I was a little closer than I’d thought. She and Jody have been dancing around each other for months.
I turned the bottle toward Cord. She’s been seeing someone she won’t tell me about, and is on duty this weekend. Quin’s dating Amery. Eli didn’t show up tonight, and he’s married to my brother, anyway. Which leaves me. I’ll go with you to the reunion.
"Matthias won’t mind?" Deke batted his eyes at me.
Why would he care? We aren’t dating. I’ve barely spoken to him since he told me Josiah pled guilty.
They all knew that. Yet they continued to tease me about a relationship that never existed. I’m the only other one here who isn’t in some kind of relationship. Unless you want me to ask Matthias to go. Is that who you’re holding out for?
I hadn’t told any of them Matthias was asexual. He’d told me, but that didn’t give me the right to spread the information to anyone else. I didn’t know if he was fully out, or if people knowing would cause him problems at work. Not that it should, but you never knew. So, I kept my mouth shut.
Yeah, no,
Deke said. I went through the serious, broody boyfriend stage. Have no plans to go back. You can have him.
I didn’t want him. Sure, he was good looking. And he’d come to my rescue when I needed him. Neither made for a good long-term relationship. As much as I didn’t mind sex for sex’s sake, I wanted a relationship. One which would last beyond getting busy a few times. I just had found no one who wanted that with me.
Matthias didn’t even want the getting busy part.
I hated feeling like I was pouting over that. I mean,
I said, keeping my voice light, I have no desire to go to my own reunion. I’m in contact with the people who matter. If you want to go, and you don’t want to do it alone, sure, I’ll go with you. I don’t see the big deal.
Deke smiled at me. Thanks, Lou, I appreciate that. I’ll pick you up around six Saturday. Will that work?
Absolutely.
What had I gotten myself into? Dinner and a party with people I didn’t know. When all my Saturday night plans had included sitting on the couch with a book or mind-numbing TV. Well, I wouldn’t back out now. How bad could it be?
Chapter Two
Well, we should circulate,
the woman facing me said, her voice almost as sharp as those cheekbones. She gave a light sniff as she turned away.
I had cleaned up for tonight, actually putting hair product in my brown curls so they didn’t flop over and do their own thing. I’d found a pair of slim pants and a shirt Cord insisted made my brown eyes appear something other than plain. My outfit was nothing compared to the way these people were dressed. At least Deke kept his look casual. Maybe he hadn’t gotten the note this was a fancy dress event. Or he hadn’t cared enough.
The woman’s companion simply nodded. Wouldn’t want anybody to think we were snubbing them.
Of course.
Deke’s voice didn’t have nearly as much spark in it as I was used to. Was the break-up still getting to him? Could it be this place? Or rather, these people. It was... enlightening to speak with you.
What had I been thinking when I agreed to this? I leaned closer to Deke once we were by ourselves, glad to have the overwhelmingly powerful scent of perfume out of our vicinity. You went to school with these people?
He laughed, then covered that by lifting his water glass to his lips. Mom and Dad thought they were doing me a favor by getting me a place in a prestigious school. Sure, the curriculum was challenging and highly competitive, but I never fit in there. And yes, most of my peers are snobs.
"What do you do, Lou, was it?" My imitation had him laughing again. I’d lost track of the people who asked me that during dinner. Not that they cared. They were just wondering how much