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Monday, September 2, 2019

A Stabbing...A Jewel Theft...As if Jillian’s Wedding isn’t Enough to Think About

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The Ruby of Siam 
Book 7


When Jillian and Teddy travel to London with her wedding attendants, they find themselves embroiled in a jewel heist with a man left stabbed to death. Can they solve the crimes in the midst of Jillian’s wedding plans? An old acquaintance from San Diego offers his help, but will it be enough to solve the mystery? Perhaps the jewel has a curse.


PROLOGUE

Lucas Sansurin crouched in a thick cluster of trees along a dark stretch of road on the outskirts of London and waited. He used the back of his hand to wipe beads of sweat from his brow. The anxiety of pulling off the heist increased moment by moment. The treasure he had so long pursued was within his grasp...only a few more moments before the courier would arrive. He was ready.
To mark the arranged meeting place, he’d dragged a fallen tree branch to block the car’s path. Yes, with one simple diversion, The Ruby of Siam would be his – the legendary stone believed to bring success and invulnerability to its possessor. Soon, he, Lucas Sansurin, an utter failure in the eyes of the world for his entire thirty-two miserable years, would be that single powerful owner.
The sound of a vehicle approaching caused him to stiffen. When the headlights grew brighter, Lucas inhaled and slowly released his breath.
As the car neared, Lucas took out a small flashlight and checked his wristwatch to confirm the time. The thief stepped from where he’d hidden and waved his arms, a signal for the black Renault to slow and pull over.
He would concoct a story of being stranded if the leather-jacketed figure inside was not his friend. The tires squealed to an abrupt stop where Lucas now stood on the side of the road. He approached cautiously as the driver rolled down the passenger window.
Even in the darkness, Lucas recognized the longtime friend of his family. Without a word, Lucas reached inside the car and removed the brown paper bag from the front seat. His eyes never left the face of his collaborator who simply nodded. This friend, the thief realized, had risked the possibility of losing his job to help him.
The accomplice rolled up the window and drove away as Lucas stepped back and watched the car disappear.
Now the Ruby of Siam belonged to him. The bag felt weighty. He smiled to himself, and was relieved the plan had succeeded. Then he placed the small sack inside his jacket and dashed to his bicycle hidden in the thicket, eager for home and safety.
Before setting off, Lucas took the bag from his jacket, opened it and took the necklace out. He stroked every facet, marveling at his prize. Relishing the taste of his coup, he thought of how his luck would change, how he’d finally bring a better life to his beloved wife and children.
He pulled the amulet over his head and tucked the treasure beneath his linen shirt. The ruby radiated warmth – a sure sign of the stone’s power. Now honor and respect would return to him. He wadded the sack into a tight ball, stuck it in an outside pocket, and peddled with haste back to his village.
Dawn crept from the horizon as he approached the tiny hovel where his loved ones awaited. He flinched at the sound of a vehicle coming from behind. Had someone followed him?
His heart caught in his chest at the thought of losing his prize. In a mad breathless dash, he reached the alleyway and hid in the shadows. Back against the wall, he waited for the menace to pass.
In the dim light, he realized it was not the accomplice. Fear washed over him. Someone appeared to be searching for him.
With a final glance at his house, Lucas turned his bike and rode north another hour to the most populated place he could think of to seek the shelter of anonymity and divert danger away from his dear ones – Heathrow Airport, London’s busiest hub for travelers.

CHAPTER ONE


Prentice knelt on one knee and held my hands – the proposal was about to begin.
To sit in his lovely parlor underneath a 15th century painting put me in a dreamlike state. My heart raced, but I managed to keep composed. Teddy, my Yorkie companion, lay asleep beside me, worn out from the New Year’s Eve party that had now ended.
“Jillian, darling, I realize I promised you a special proposal.” He kissed my hand. “But with my competitor leaving so abruptly I thought I’d better get your answer tonight. Will you marry me? I’ll give you the world if you’ll say yes.”
For a moment, a twinge of pain stabbed my heart. It left as quickly as it came after I realized that Prentice was the one with whom I wished to be. A previous suitor, Vincent Fontaine, was on his way to South America – I’d probably never see him again.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” I gave him a long tender kiss. Such happiness washed over me that I wanted to shout the news to everyone I knew. I was going to be Mrs. Prentice Duvall, wife of a noted art dealer. Wife again – no longer a widow. Life would be different.
The “Ask Jillian” column held the copyright for ongoing syndication – no more articles to write. Deadlines over. Problem solved. Things always worked out when I gave troubles to God. Now I must trust Him with a second marriage.
Prentice joined me on the sofa and put his arms around me.
It caused Teddy to stir, but he fell back asleep.
Holding me tight, my fiancĂ© spoke. “I’ll be honest with you, darling. There are going to be times your patience and understanding will be required in our new life together.”
I wondered what he was trying to tell me.
“Beginning with?” I pulled away for a moment and faced him.
“Our wedding. I hope you will understand.”
Was I marrying a spy? A secret government agent? These were the only people I knew with commitments that overshadowed personal issues.
I crossed my arms. “Try me.”
Teddy stretched, obviously asleep.
Prentice stood and paced. “Work is keeping me so busy that we can’t possibly get married for a few months. The London Frieze Art Fair is an event in October that I’ve been committed to for over a year. I thought we’d have a destination wedding. 
We’ll buy your rings at Tiffany’s, just like Audrey Hepburn. How does that sound? Rest assured, before you say anything, all the details are my responsibility, I promise. It will only take one call to put the plans in motion.”
There was no hesitation.
“London? In that case, I have a question.”
“Just one, darling?”
“Well, two actually.”
He stroked Teddy.
Had Prentice read my mind?
“First, what about Teddy? Second, who will be in the wedding party? This doesn’t sound like it’s going to be easy.”
Prentice sat next to me again, took my hand and kissed it.
“Teddy is welcome to join us. I’ll make all the arrangements if you wish. For attendants, why don’t you invite a few garden club ladies to come along? Plenty of my friends attending the Frieze will stand up for me, I’m certain. In fact, I’m thinking of a couple who owe me favors.”
“What about your sons?”
“Too busy with their work and family commitments. I know from experience. We’ll plan something when we return home.”
A shiver ran down my back – perhaps it was due to the excitement, and yet it didn’t feel right. Maybe it was just as well I had ten long months to deal with this major life transition. The editors would also appreciate having enough time to segue into a new contributor for their papers.

With spring gardening tasks completed, planting bulbs and pruning dead branches from the shrubs, I attended the Lovejoy Family Reunion in Pacific Beach at the end of June. Such a wonderful time to be with loved ones. Then, a few whirlwind months passed shopping for new clothes, getting a passport, and attending wedding parties given by friends.
I arranged for Walter and Cecilia Montoya, parents of my precious godson, D.J., to house-sit while I was away. Since the young couple lived in a cramped condo, they were only too happy to do so.
With everything ready, I boarded a plane with two garden club friends, Ann Fieldman and Nicole Summers, as attendants and headed for London.
Teddy rode in cargo.
Due to his busy schedule, Prentice had flown ahead. It was a disappointment not to accompany him, but I had decided to maintain an attitude of patience and understanding. To help compensate, he’d arranged for someone to meet our party at the airport and drive us to the hotel.
Indeed, standing in the crowded baggage claim area near the exit was our driver holding an iPad with “Bradley Party” typed on the screen. Teddy sat at his feet, held by his red rhinestone leash. When Teddy spotted me, he stood up and yipped. Heads turned to stare, but I soon reached him and gathered him in my arms.
The driver stepped forward. “Mrs. Bradley? If you will allow me to collect your luggage and then follow me, madam.”
With bags heaped upon two carts, and Teddy safely ensconced in the cheetah tote I’d carried on the plane, our party headed for the car.
Before reaching the exit, out of nowhere, a man ran through the crowd, crashed into us, and knocked me over. When he fell on top of me, Teddy yipped wildly as I struggled to get up. I held tight to Teddy’s leash. Something sticky appeared in my hand. People shrieked.
After a closer view of the man’s torso, I realized someone had stabbed him. Buried in his belly the handle of a knife protruded. I now understood his blood caused the stickiness.
Grabbing me before I tried to stand, he held me close. “Take care of my family.” His voice was only a whisper.
All I could do was nod.
The man’s grasp loosened as he collapsed and died.
Teddy whined in pity.
A weight of sadness crept over me, not only for his death, but also for this poor man to die leaving a family. How on earth did he expect me to help them? I felt nauseous from the sight of the blood.
Within moments, airport security dispersed the crowd. Paramedics arrived and examined the victim, checking his neck for a pulse. Somehow, I knew they wouldn’t find one.
With Ann on one side and Nicole on the other helping me up, I caught a glimpse of someone standing in the back of a group of onlookers. Did I have double vision? I’d seen this person before, I was certain.
Oh, my knee stung! Must have skinned it from the fall. My head hurt – I couldn’t think clearly anymore. A concussion?
The uneasiness grew. Was it imagination or was he staring at me? In a single blink, he disappeared into the crowd. Unable to cope with all that had happened, I fainted.
When I woke up, Prentice bent over me as I lay in bed. Had I been dreaming? The room seemed as if it were the dream.
“Oh, my head.” I groaned.
Prentice patted me.
I looked around the bed. “Where’s Teddy?”
“Easy now, sweetheart. He’s next to you.”
I turned slowly to where he pointed.
Teddy pricked up his silky little ears and cocked his head as if to say, “Are you all right, Mistress?”
Prentice offered me a glass of water from the nightstand.
“Here, drink this. You’ve had a bad fall. Don’t worry, though. You’re going to be fine. The doctors examined you and everything’s okay except for a few bruises and some soreness. According to them, you’ll be up and around by tomorrow. No rush. I want you to rest until you’re back to normal. Care to tell me what happened?”
I searched my brain trying to remember. “Right before we were leaving the terminal someone charged into me. All I could think about was to hold onto Teddy’s leash. The next thing I knew, the man had fallen on top of me.
“We hit the ground hard – I might have been knocked out, not sure. Teddy kept yipping, poor little dear, and no wonder he did. I had blood all over me. It came from the man’s wounds.”
Prentice patted my arm. “That’s enough for now. Lie back and rest. Ann and Nicole reported just what you told me. I’m sure the man was running away from someone. He may have been a criminal. Who knows?
“I’m calling a friend of mine who works for the police here to talk to you when you’re a little stronger. Might put your mind to rest. For now, let’s not think about this unpleasantness anymore.”
I closed my eyes.
Prentice tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead.
I fell asleep, exhausted. 
The doctor must have given me a strong sedative because I slept soundly until the following afternoon. When I finally awakened, I didn’t remember anything except that Prentice had visited me the day before. What we talked about I wasn’t sure. I thought we were in London.
Slowly, I swung my legs over the side of the mattress. By holding on to the edge of the bed for support, I steadied myself until I could stand, walk to the window, and glance out.
A band was playing for a formal ceremony some five stories below. I was watching the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace!
As I lowered into a chair, I continued to stare, mesmerized. Someone knocked on the door. I had no strength, so I called for them to enter.
In walked one of my oldest and dearest friends, Ann Fieldman.
“Jillian, you’re out of bed.” She rushed to my side. “You shouldn’t be up. The doctor said you may have a concussion.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m okay. A little muddled, perhaps, but I’m not staying in bed the entire time we’re in London.” I looked around for my other friend who’d come along, Nicole King.
“Where’s Nicole?”
“Out with Teddy for a walk. She wanted a closer look at the changing of the guard. Jillian, this hotel is incredible. We have a butler, did Prentice tell you?”
My head started to swim again. “Ah, no. At least I don’t remember if he did or not. Ann, what happened to the man at the airport?”
“You mean the one who plowed into you yesterday? Dead, I’m afraid. Someone stabbed him. The police want to get your statement, but not until you’re well enough to talk.”
“Ann, I’m hungry.”
“Not another word. Watch this.” She went to the phone and pressed a button. “Yes, please send up a cheeseburger and a Coke. Oh, and a slice of key lime pie and a pot of tea. Thank you.”
I had to smile even though to do so hurt. “Ann, you’re marvelous.”
The door opened and in walked Nicole carrying Teddy in her arms.
“You’re awake.” She placed Teddy in my lap. “He was a good boy and went potty. How’s your head?”
“I’ll live. What bad luck to be in an accident just as we got here. Where are we staying anyway? I don’t remember much.”
Ann handed me the information folder. “We’re at The Lanesborough in Knightsbridge, one of the most fashionable hotels in London. It’s right across from Buckingham Palace, as you’ll notice. Jillian, the hotel even provided a butler.”
“A what?” I tried to process the information. My head still hurt.
“Yes, he was the one who met us at the airport. We’re to call him Barnes, just like in ‘Downton Abbey.’ You remember, on Masterpiece Theater?”
Someone rapped on the door and called out. “Your luncheon, madam.”
Nicole walked toward the summons. “I’ll get it.”
In walked our driver from the airport followed by a young man pushing a covered cart.
Barnes bowed slightly. “Shall I serve now?”
After I nodded yes, Barnes motioned for the server to set lunch out on the small table beside the window.
A grandfather clock chimed once. One o’clock.
Barnes placed a linen napkin on my lap and removed the plastic wrap from the water glass. “Luncheon is served. That was a most extraordinary thing to happen, madam. I hope you are recovering quickly.”
“Thank you, Barnes. Has Mr. Duvall left a message?”
The butler paused.
“No, madam. Do you require anything else?”
“That’s all for now. Please inform me of any messages.”
How I wished Prentice had come to visit.
Nicole waved and started to walk to her room. “I’ll check on Teddy a little later. You should try to eat.”
“Thanks, Nicole.”
Ann followed suit. “I’ll be in the bedroom if you need me. I’ll leave you to your lunch.”
I nodded in appreciation. Such a blessing to have dear friends with me.
After I’d eaten a few bites, I peeked in to see what Nicole and Ann were doing in their rooms. Both were napping soundly from jet lag.
I heard Teddy growling and scratching on his tote in the corner, tipping the contents over on the floor.
Out spilled an exquisite ruby necklace.
“Teddy! Where did this come from?”
He made all sorts of sounds and whines as if trying to tell me.
My friends slept on.
“This looks valuable. A gift from Prentice? Doesn’t seem to be his style, though.”
To get attention again, Teddy yawned with a groan.
From what I’d read, dogs did this when stressed.
“Oh, Teddy – I bet this is the reason why the poor man died. Well, until I learn more, and at the risk of withholding evidence, my instinct says no one else must know. But where to hide it?”
Teddy ruffed.
“Right. We can’t keep our find here. Wait. I have an idea. Stay!” I pointed, giving him a stern look to make him understand the seriousness of the command.
I dressed quickly and put the amulet in a small jewelry case I’d brought with me.
After I’d hidden it in a safe place, I returned to the room and lay down with Teddy beside me.
Oh, I had been clever, but I wondered where this untimely treasure might lead.

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Monday, August 26, 2019

What to do With a Family Crisis, a Homicide, and an Old Flame Coming to Town. Not a Normal Christmas for Jillian Bradley!

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Family and friends have gathered at Jillian's house in Clover Hills to celebrate Christmas, but Jillian's plans for a lovely Christmas Eve are rudely interrupted by a power failure. And a homicide. Not only does Aunt Jillian find herself with a house full of company to entertain in the dark, but she also receives a call from Detective Walter Montoya, who finds himself in the dark, trying to solve the bizarre murder of a worker found dead in a maintenance shed at a power station. With Teddy at her side, Jillian is determined to solve the mystery. A classic whodunit!


CHAPTER ONE


Warmed by the fire, Teddy had fallen asleep on the sofa. Although the heat was lulling me to sleep as well, I needed to put the final touches on my weekly gardening column. Glancing at my Yorkie that slept so soundly made me smile. Pausing to stretch a moment, I was drawn to the Christmas music playing on the radio and hummed along. Silver Bells happened to be a favorite of mine.
Last article of the year.
How much longer did I want to be doing this? The internet held such a wealth of information on gardening nowadays. Perhaps people didn’t need to read garden columns in papers anymore. Still, I did have loyal fans who enjoyed holding the hard copy in their hands. Maybe I could keep writing another year. My thoughts were interrupted.
Oh, good. Time for the noon news.
I turned up the volume.
“This is AP radio news,” said the announcer, “WASHINGTON: A U.S. Army Black Hawk helicopter crashed on a nighttime mission in southwestern Afghanistan yesterday morning. Initial reports from the scene indicated as many as three soldiers may have been killed, with another soldier seriously wounded….”
“Oh, dear! Not another helicopter.” I winced.
“In a brief statement, the American military command in Kabul confirmed the reports of three casualties. Unspecified weather difficulties may have played a role in the crash, but enemy action has not been ruled out. The name of the wounded soldier was released as Corporal Kenneth Romero of Hackensack, New Jersey. He was listed in grave condition and being flown to Ramstein Air Base in Germany to undergo evaluation.”
Not my nephew-in-law! My heart skipped a beat thinking how Kaitlin must feel hearing the news about her husband.
“I need to call my brother immediately, Teddy. Where’s my iPhone?”
He whimpered and stared at me, now alert, sensing something bad had happened. Jumping off the sofa, Teddy raced into my office and yipped at a small table next to the wing back chair.
“You’re such a good dog!”
After I clicked the number, Teddy crawled into my lap to comfort me as I waited for Daniel to answer.
Will they still come for the holidays?
They were due to arrive tomorrow afternoon, the day before Christmas Eve.
“Daniel? It’s Jillian. I just got the news. Is he okay? Have they told you anything?”
He paused before answering.
I could tell Kenny’s condition was serious.
His voice sounded strained. “All they said was he’s alive and at the medical facility at Ramstein. We won’t know anything more until they do a complete evaluation.”
“What about his injuries?”
“Too soon to tell. But he’s alive and conscious. It’s a miracle he survived. Hey, don’t worry. We’re still flying in tomorrow. Kaitlin is holding up pretty well, considering what a shock this is. She’s being strong for the kids.”
“I’m glad you’re still coming. We’ll ride this out together. I’ll be praying for his recovery day and night.”
“Thanks, sis. I’ll call if we hear anything. Otherwise, we’ll see you tomorrow afternoon. I’m having a shuttle bring us to your house. With six of us, you can’t imagine how much luggage we have!”
“I can’t wait. And Teddy’s going to love all the attention.”
“Oh, by the way, we have an extra guest coming with us. I hope it’s okay.”
“Extra guest? Are you teasing me?”
“Just a little. Kaitlin’s dog sitter had to cancel at the last minute, and with the holidays, everyone is booked. You don’t mind him coming, do you?”
“The pug? No, of course not. The more the merrier! Teddy will be thrilled to have a playmate.”
I looked at Teddy to catch his reaction.
He understood we were talking about him.
He woofed as if to say, “Depends on the playmate.”
I had to chuckle. “Teddy’s not so sure, but I think they’ll be fine. I can’t wait for you all to get here. And Daniel, let’s believe Kenny’s going to be okay.”
“I appreciate your positive attitude. I love you.”
I sat back on the sofa and prayed. Lord, please put Your hand on Kenny right now and cover him with Your healing touch. Amen.
“Come on, Teddy, let’s get those cookies baked and decorated. The kids will be here tomorrow.”
He pricked up his ears at the word cookies and followed me immediately into the kitchen where I had assembled all the ingredients.
I took my favorite Santa Claus apron off the coat rack in the laundry room and tied it on.
After the oven was set to 350 degrees, I began mixing the dough. Teddy lay on the floor, rested his head on his paws, and watched as the mixer buzzed. He looked so cute in his Christmas sweater and jingle bell collar. I knew people thought I was crazy for the way I dressed him, but I didn’t care.
Soon, the pleasant aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the house.
The weather had been colder this year. Heavy rain predicted for the next several days would add to the chill. I didn’t mind — rainy weather meant sitting by a cozy fire reading a book and sipping tea from one of the lovely teacups I’d collected over the years.
That reminded me — my turn for hosting the garden club was Wednesday, the day after Christmas. At least plenty of goodies would be on hand, and fruitcake, of course. I didn’t care if I was the only one who enjoyed the old fashioned concoction — Christmas only came once a year.
With the baking finished, I put aside some of the confections in a goody bag prepped for an inmate.
Just a few months had passed since Rhonda O’Brien had been incarcerated for taking part in the demise of several elderly victims in Half Moon Bay. I made a promise to befriend her in spite of her ill treatment of me. The visit would be the second attempt to reach out to the lonely woman.
I had no reason to visit her other than my understanding of her loneliness and the empathy I felt. The man she loved had committed suicide rather than face multiple charges for murder, unlike my husband who died courageously saving the lives of his friends during Vietnam.
Knowing dogs were not allowed inside the prison (except for the police-collared variety), I dropped Teddy off with Cecilia, my very pregnant personal assistant.
Whatever was I going to do without her after the baby was born? I never left Teddy alone anymore after my last Yorkie had been kidnapped.
Cecilia, supporting her swollen belly with one hand, answered the door and invited me inside. She reached for Teddy. “Come here, you sweet little doggie.” My personal assistant was beginning to sound like me!
“I can’t stay, dear. I’m running a teeny bit late for an appointment.”
“I can’t believe you’re going to visit Rhonda again. She was so standoffish last time!”
“I know, but it’s Christmas, and she has no one. I can relate to her situation. Now, Teddy, be a good dog and I’m sure Cecilia will take you for a nice walk if the rain lets up. You don’t mind do you?” I handed her the red rhinestone-studded leash.
“Of course not. I need to go for a walk myself. The doctor said walking could help start my labor. I’m a week late, you know.”
“Dear me. Well, just be careful you don’t slip. I’ll be back soon…especially if she’s unfriendly.”


Coupled with the dreary weather, the women’s correctional facility was the least festive environment I could think of. Rhonda sat across from me behind the screen, looking far worse than I’d seen her the last time.
I handed her the small bag of treats. “These are for you. I thought you might enjoy some Christmas cookies.”
Rhonda took the sack perfunctorily and set them down on the counter.
“Thank you,” she said in a faint tone.
I waited for her to say something but she sat stoically, staring past me. I still wanted to reach her.
“Rhonda, can I do anything for you?”
She turned her gaze slowly and faced me.
“You can burn in hell!” The look of hatred in her eyes was unmistakable. She blamed me for Ira Sinclair’s death. 
I stood and lowered my head. “I’m sorry for your loss, Rhonda. But I’m also sorry for the men and women who died because of what you and Ira did.”
I couldn’t stay any longer. “I’m going to go. I won’t bother you anymore.”
Her stoic gaze returned as the guard escorted her back to her cell.
The bag of cookies lay abandoned on the counter.


I was depressed now thinking I had failed with her, but what more could I do? Rhonda O’Brien had gone over the edge. I’d better just get Teddy and return home. Presents still needed to be wrapped, and a stack of mail waited. Christmas cards poured in from friends and fans this time of year, and I always took the time to answer each one personally.
The rain came down in a steady downpour as I arrived to pick up Teddy. I opened my umbrella and held it overhead as I walked quickly to the door.
Cecilia invited me in for a cup of tea.
With no fireplace in their tiny condo, I longed to be sitting by mine. I scanned the room and noticed piles of belongings — papers, books, and laundry everywhere — Cecilia had nowhere to store them.
I thought back to when I was first married living in a tiny quadplex. Still, I managed to find a place to put everything away, but I didn’t work full-time like Cecilia did as a contributing journalist for a newspaper. I simply stayed home and threw dinner parties. More like playing house, looking back.
Cecilia returned with the tea tray. I refocused on the present.
“I wasn’t up for baking this year,” she said, “I just picked up something. Hope you don’t mind.”
She set the service on the modern black coffee table then handed me a mug and a slice of chocolate cake. “I put the sugar in for you — three teaspoons.”
I smiled at her efficiency, beginning to miss her already when her baby would come.
“Actually, the store-bought stuff is pretty good,” I said. “Truth be known, I’ve picked up things to serve myself!”
We drank our tea and devoured the delicious cake in just a few forkfuls.
Cecilia groaned.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “Has your labor started?”
She sighed. “It’s only the baby turning over trying to get comfortable. It takes some getting used to.”
She repositioned herself on the sofa, spreading a throw over her legs.
“Well, before too much longer that baby will be here. You still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy?”
“No. We wanted to be surprised. It’s old-fashioned, I suppose, but that’s what we decided. The nursery is in yellow and green so the colors will suit either…ooh!” Cecilia moaned a second time.
“Do you want me to call Walter? Where is he anyway? Working?”
“No, he’s out shopping. He didn’t want to be going out at the last minute. We only have Dad and Daisy left. Dad wants some kind of tool. He told Walter what he wanted, and I just said to find a gift that looked like Daisy and buy it.”
“Are you sure that was a good idea?” I smiled picturing the bustling woman so immersed in her plant care business. “I hope you steered him in the right direction!”
“He’ll probably get her something to do with cooking. I think she asked for a counter top grill. Knowing Walter, he’ll figure out a way to make the gift benefit him. More tea?”
“No thanks. I need to get home to wrap gifts and go through my cards. I’d better be going. Are you sure you’re okay, dear? I can stay longer if you need me.”
“No, I’m fine. I did take Teddy for a walk before the rain started.” She glanced outside the front window. “The weather’s clearing a little. It’s probably a good time to drive home. Forgive me for not walking you to the door. I’m really tired!”
“Well, when you get a sudden burst of energy and start cleaning the entire house, you’re about to go into labor. Trust me, I’ve heard enough stories about women cleaning things. Of course, I wouldn’t know first-hand.”
“I’ll take note, thanks!”
“Merry Christmas, dear. Enjoy Christmas Eve with Daisy and your Dad. Tell them I said hello.”
“I will. If I make it. Merry Christmas to you and Teddy. Tell your family hello for me, too.”
Cecilia had to travel an hour away to where her father lived in Half Moon Bay. I worried whether or not her labor might start during the trip. Would there be time to get back home for the delivery? I tried to stop the circular thoughts.
Why did I have to fret so? Perhaps because I thought of Cecilia as the daughter I never had. Anyway, it was good to visit with her. I always enjoyed tea and cake.
Then, I was home at last!
Twinkling white Christmas lights outlined the roof of my house. This year I had hired a service to hang them. A cheerful wreath on the door added to the festive scene. Another first was hiring the LaBelle sisters, a pair of professional decorators, to come and decorate the interior. Everything would be perfect.
I finished wrapping all the gifts in red paper and gold silk ribbon and placed them under the tree. Teddy enjoyed playing in the scraps, but I had to wrestle them away so he wouldn’t eat them. The dog loved trash!
What a Christmas this was going to be. Eighteen adults, four children, two toddlers, two dogs, and oh, I mustn’t forget — my dear friend Prentice Duvall would be joining us, too.
I did enjoy being with him. Besides finding him easy on the eyes, with slightly graying temples and a small tummy pooch, Prentice treated me like a lady and catered to my every whim. In fact, I learned to be careful what I admired because he would want to buy it for me immediately!
As the owner of the finest art gallery in the area, he was certainly the most interesting man I knew. Prentice was not only a gentleman — he had a dry wit that made me laugh whenever we spent time together.
The subject of marriage had come up on several occasions, but the memory of my late husband still lingered. Up until now, I hadn’t needed anyone else to fill the void and had remained a widow. The older I grew, the more unsavory the term became. Recently I had begun to resent my “widow” status.
A quick supper for me, dinner for Teddy set out with fresh water and a small cup of milk, brought the day to a close. The house had been scrupulously cleaned by my house cleaners in preparation for my company. I had attended to every detail. Tomorrow after church, I would take a rest and wait for the family to arrive.
“Time for bed, Teddy,” I said.
He stretched his front paws and yawned.
“Napoleon’s coming to see you,” I said.
Teddy pricked up his ears at hearing the name and cocked his head a little to one side.
“You’ll have fun. I promise.”
Teddy sneezed a tiny “achoo” in protest. 
I carried him into my room and placed him on his towel at the foot of the bed. “Night-night, little one. Tomorrow is going to be full of excitement, so I won’t have much time to spend with you.”
He circled around several times then settled down to sleep.
As I got ready for bed, first indulging in a luxurious bubble bath, relaxing in the soothing hot water, a picture of Rhonda’s face contorted in hate flashed across my memory. I tried to drive the image away, dismissing her forever. It wasn’t easy.
When I finished my bath it was time for the hourly news. I turned on the radio, hoping for an update on Kenny. No further information — only the report of the crash.
I silently prayed again for Kenny to get the care he needed in Germany and for him to come home as soon as he could.
When finally I stretched out in my cozy bed, sleep came immediately. 
When my eyes opened again it was morning.  

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    KOBO


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~Nancy Jill

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Pacific Beach Book 5 - Revenge or Justice?

The quaint surfing town of Pacific Beach becomes a destination for murder when a young starlet and her other are found brutally murdered at the Pacific Terrace Hotel where Jillian's family reunion is taking place. Their reunion takes a terrifying turn when Jillian's nephew is arrested as a prime suspect and Jillian must move quickly to find the real killer and prove her nephew's innocence. 
   There is no shortage of suspects, including an unsavory doctor who attended the popular teen star and a mysterious guest at the party where the starlet dies. But why is her mother murdered with her? Working at Jillian's side to find the perpetrator of these bizarre killings are her faithful assistant Cecilia Montoya, and Teddy, Jillian's Yorkie companion who sniffs out his won clue.

                        1 The Nightmare

June 8—San Diego, California

   Caroline played innocently in her own front yard with her new puppy when the car struck her down. The golden-haired mutt had been rescued by her father before their neighbor could drop the defenseless dog off in the country to fend for itself. Caroline named him Buddy. 

   The frisky pup gently licked the little girl’s face as she hugged him. Wanting to pretend he was her baby, she coaxed Buddy to be still and struggled to put the pink doll dress over his head. Normal play for a five-year-old girl. Finally, she succeeded and giggled at how funny Buddy looked in the frilly doll dress. 
   Caroline’s nine-year-old brother was in the driveway of their modest home. The boy stooped over the back tire of his bicycle and attached playing cards to the spokes with clothespins. He imagined the cards made the sound of a motorcycle like his uncle’s 650. 
   The children’s mother watched her daughter but needed to go inside the house to check on a cake in the oven. Her mind was burdened with how to pay the bills from her handy-man husband’s meager paycheck. The afternoon was late, and it was almost time for him to come home from work. 
   Supper was almost ready, a meager meal of Hamburger Helper. But there would be cake. No matter how hard they struggled to merely survive, they remained a close-knit family. 
   And then the unthinkable happened. A late-model car came out of nowhere, speeding, swerving wildly. 
   Caroline’s brother watched helplessly as the driver ran up over the curb and into their yard. Buddy scampered away in the pink doll dress, terrified, and Caroline sat frozen on the lawn, staring wide-eyed as the car came toward her.    
   The boy watched in horror as the car struck her small, defenseless body and tossed it further into the yard. He heard the tires squeal as the car raced off—the driver not even bothering to stop. The boy, almost in shock, had enough presence of mind to notice the license plate. His parents had drilled both of their children with the importance of protective safety measures. Now the numbers were burned into his memory forever. He frantically ran to his sister and wondered how he was going to help her. 
   The frightened boy bent down and cradled her bloodied body in his arms. Angry and helpless, he vowed the maniac would be caught. 
   The mother, hearing screeching tires so close to her house, came outside, drying her hands on her apron, to see what was going on. She looked in the yard and found her son holding the lifeless body in his arms. She ran toward them, holding her head with her hands, and screamed at the terrible thing that had just happened. 
   The boy turned to her. “Call 911!” 
   That was the beginning of the nightmare—for the mother, for the father, and for the nine-year-old boy.



June 18—Twelve Years Later

   The nightmare culminated in a tragic double-homicide at the Pacific Terrace Hotel where I stayed. Before the ordeal, I remember feeling so happy. The San Francisco Enterprise had just published two great articles for my Ask Jillian gardening column, and I had time for a breather. I also looked forward to attending our family reunion. 

   My personal assistant, Cecilia Montoya, came with me to help take care of Teddy, my Yorkie companion. The three of us flew into San Diego International Airport two days before the tragedy occurred.


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~Nancy Jill