Auld Lang Mayfair: A Marcia Banks and Buddy Mystery, #12
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot…
The last year has been eventful for Marcia and husband Will. They've successfully launched their private investigation agency and completed their family with an adorable but creatively energetic baby girl. Now, they're about to ring in the New Year with friends and neighbors, but there's something more than champagne bubbling in Mayfair, Florida.
The octogenarian matriarch of the town is always looking for ways to boost the community's economy. Her latest scheme is the addition of a row of shops along Main Street. But a few of her new tenants have something more nefarious in mind than simply selling their wares.
When old hostilities set off New Year's fireworks, a shopkeeper ends up dead, and two friends of Marcia's are the prime suspects. Determined to clear them, Marcia and Will—with Buddy's help, of course—set out to uncover the real Grim Reaper.
Kassandra Lamb
In her youth, Kassandra Lamb had two great passions—psychology and writing. Advised that writers need day jobs—and being partial to eating—she studied psychology. Her career as a psychotherapist and college professor taught her much about the dark side of human nature, but also much about resilience, perseverance, and the healing power of laughter. Now retired, she spends most of her time in an alternate universe populated by her fictional characters. The portal to this universe (aka her computer) is located in northern Florida where her husband and dog catch occasional glimpses of her. She has written three series: The Kate Huntington Mysteries, The Kate on Vacation Mysteries, and the Marcia Banks and Buddy Cozy Mysteries. And she's now started a fourth series of police procedurals, The C.o.P. on the Scene Mysteries.
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Auld Lang Mayfair - Kassandra Lamb
CHAPTER ONE
The baby balanced precariously on a stack of throw pillows at one end of the loveseat. She reached for the top shelf of the bookcase, where various tantalizing breakables resided.
Buddy watched from below, his gray-flecked snout twitching with anxiety.
I raced across the study, almost tripping over the puppy, who’d chosen that moment to master cocking his back leg in the air to pee. Unfortunately, he was peeing on the leg of my desk.
Meanwhile, my laptop beeped with an incoming email and my phone shrilled out Will’s ringtone. Welcome to my world of multitasking, aka motherhood.
I dove for Noelle, plucking her off her pillowy mountain. It’s okay, Buddy,
I reassured my Black Lab/Rottie.
I lowered the just turned one-year-old into her mesh-sided play yard in the corner, then grabbed my phone off the desk. Of course, the call had already gone to voicemail.
With phone pinched between ear and shoulder, I wiped up the puppy’s mess. Hey,
Will said in his message, I’m thinking I’m going to pack this in soon. It’s almost dark and I doubt this guy’s going to do anything tonight, not in this rain. And we’ve got a lot to do to get ready for Christmas.
So true. Day after tomorrow, my brother and his family would be arriving to inhabit our guest suite until December 26th.
Sounds good, I texted back and picked up the puppy.
He was also a Black Labrador—still officially unnamed, although I’d begun to think of him as Boo-Boo. We probably should’ve waited until Noelle was older to take on a puppy. But I was hoping to eventually train this little guy as a replacement mentor dog. Buddy was due for retirement from the task of helping me train my service dogs.
If you don’t pick up on this house-training thing soon,
I told the pup, I might start calling you Poo-Poo.
He licked my chin.
Buddy whined, and I looked up. Noelle was once again climbing out of her play yard. She expertly dropped to her hands and knees and crawled toward the loveseat.
I sighed, putting the puppy down to scoop up the baby instead. With her propped on one side—I’d finally found a good use for my more than ample hips—I walked into the living room. She ran her little fingers through my long auburn ponytail.
I pointed out the picture window at the barn across the street, barely visible through sheets of rain—a northern cold front had collided with warmer, moister air from the south right over central Florida. Fortunately, Susanna Mayfair, my co-manager
of the boarding stable, had been able to get the horses into their stalls before the storm hit.
That’s where our horse lives,
I told Noelle. Can you say her name, Niña?
Nee-yee,
she mimicked.
Close enough. How about Ma-ma?
Nee-yee,
she said again, her blue eyes—so like Will’s—sparkling at me.
I shook my head, even as my heart swelled in my chest. She might not be calling me Mama yet, but I loved this little creature beyond imagination.
I glanced up. The rain had let up some. Beyond the barn, along the road coming into town, I could make out the row of new shops that Susanna’s octogenarian aunt had contracted to have built. As matriarch of the town her brother originally founded, Edna Mayfair was constantly searching for ways to bolster its economy. This was her latest endeavor—eight attached buildings, designed to be gift shops and such, with a quaint boardwalk along their front, inviting tourists to check them out.
Praying they would be a success, I headed back into the study. The baby still on my hip, I grabbed two throw pillows to add to the pile of off-limits-to-Noelle items in one corner of the master bedroom. Heaven help us when this child figures out how to turn doorknobs!
A brisk knocking on the front door.
What the…? Who would come calling in this downpour? I dropped the pillows back on the loveseat and hustled to the living room to look out the window again.
Carla Cummings stood on the front porch, hairnet plastered to her head, water streaming down her face. Her soaked apron, with Mayfair Diner on the bib, clung to her angular frame.
I yanked open the door.
Sorry,
she yelled over the splattering of the rain on the sidewalk behind her. But I had to get out of there, before I killed him!
Him
turned out to be Carla’s ex-husband. He’d shown up at the Mayfair Diner just as Carla, the dinner-shift manager, was relieving Jess Randall, the diner’s owner.
He had his current wife with him and had demanded the best table in the house.
Jess took one look at my face,
Carla said, and must’ve figured out that something was wrong.
Jess had taken Carla aside, and had gotten it out of her that this was her ex, the man who’d beaten her when they were married. Jess had told her to take off until the s.o.b. left.
Carla conveyed all this while dripping on my kitchen floor. I grabbed some kitchen towels out of a drawer, and she used them to dry her face and arms. But her clothes were still sopping wet.
Come on.
I led the way to the master bedroom, Noelle still propped on my hip.
Carla was slightly taller than me and thinner. My stuff will be a little baggy on you but…
I selected a pair of black fleece pants and a long-sleeved, dark green tee shirt from my dresser drawers.
Leaving her alone to change, I placed Noelle again in the play yard in the study. She plopped down on her diaper-padded butt and began rummaging through her toys. I smiled down at her and stroked her thin cap of silky hair, a slightly lighter shade of reddish brown than my own.
Carla emerged a couple of minutes later, drier and more composed. Sorry I burst in on you like that. I must’ve sounded like a lunatic.
No apologies needed. You forget that I also have an ex-husband.
Although all he’d done was bonk a cello player in the Baltimore Symphony, where he played the violin. He’d never hit me.
I tried to imagine how I would’ve reacted if he had. Considering how young and naive I was when I’d married him—honestly, I wasn’t sure what I would’ve done.
Hey,
I said, if you’ll watch Noelle, I’ll go down to the diner and see if he’s still there.
She quickly nodded.
I pointed to the play yard. What a misnomer. How could a thirty-inch by forty-inch space with mesh walls be considered a yard? Noelle certainly didn’t think much of it since she repeatedly escaped from it.
Watch out. She knows how to get out of that thing.
I paused, feeling a tad guilty. Carla had no clue what she was getting into. And keep an eye on the puppy. He’s not completely potty-trained yet.
Ignoring the guilt, I grabbed a sweater and an umbrella and got out of there.
As I hustled out the door, Buddy shoved past me. I didn’t try to stop him, figuring he needed a break from the anxiety of watching over Noelle as much as I did.
I didn’t have his leash but I knew he’d stick close. We jogged down Main Street and around the diner to the large gazebo Jess had added last summer, for outdoor dining. It was deserted on this chilly, damp evening.
We darted under its roof, and I told Buddy to lie down and stay. He sank to the wooden planks and placed his head on his paws. I’m pretty sure I heard him sigh.
My plan was to go through the kitchen and peek over the saloon-style swinging doors that separated it from the dining area. But that doorway was blocked by the broad, plaid-flannel-clad back of Johnny Redmond.
He was a bit heavyset, not fat but big all over, with a barrel chest. And he was our resident sheriff’s deputy, although out of uniform at the moment.
I reached up and tapped his shoulder.
He started and turned his head. Oh, hi,
he said quietly. I could barely hear him over the male voice coming from the dining area.
Johnny shifted sideways so I could see over one door.
The dining area was decorated with green garlands around the edge of the ceiling, red ornaments hanging from them. At each end of the room were banners advertising the fancy New Year’s Eve dinner Jess had planned, steak and lobster with all the trimmings for forty dollars a person.
I smiled as my mouth watered.
Then the sight of Carla’s ex, Caleb Wilkes, wiped the smile away. He wasn’t hard to spot. Six-foot, middle-aged, slightly overweight and wearing a toupee, he was expounding in a too-loud voice to his current wife about his past business successes.
I didn’t know the whole story, but according to Carla, many of those so-called successes had been failures.
Sheez, Louise, can he be any more of a cliché? Ms. Snark commented internally.
Hmm, I hadn’t heard from Ms. Snark that much recently. I’d been too busy juggling motherhood with helping Will run our new private investigations agency to pay much attention to the rest of the world. The world that the snarky side of myself, whom I’d dubbed Ms. Snark, loved to comment on.
Fortunately, she was less inclined lately to comment on my activities, which, in the past, she’d often found lacking in intelligence and finesse.
Jess called me,
Johnny whispered. But I’m not sure what I should do. I mean, it’s not against the law to be obnoxious.
Maybe it should be,
I whispered out of the side of my mouth, my eyes still on the couple seated at the large table normally reserved for parties of four or more.
A sound from Johnny that was somewhere between a snort and a snicker.
The wife was trying to get Wilkes to lower his voice. She was a couple of decades his junior, a foot shorter, and slightly overweight, but with distinct curves—pleasingly plump, my mother would call her. A halo of blonde kinky curls surrounded a smooth face with a peaches-and-cream complexion.
Between efforts to shush her husband, she polished the silverware with her napkin, then carefully straightened everything in front of her. Her side of the table looked like a photo in Good Housekeeping magazine.
Jess Randall and her new evening-shift waitress were hustling to keep the dishes flowing to the other tables. Jess kept flicking nervous glances at Carla’s ex, who was making the other diners visibly uncomfortable.
Yup, DeeDee,
Wilkes exclaimed, my establishment’s gonna put this podunk town on the map.
His wife frowned at him. The slight crow’s feet around her blue