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Monday, September 30, 2019

Finding a Happy Ending in the Midst of Adversity-"Museums Can be Murder" Book 11

     AMAZON
      BN
      APPLE
      KOBO
      SMASHWORDS

The Christmas holidays get a morbid start when Jillian Bradley's niece Kaitlin Romero discovers the body of her boss at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. 
An envelope containing rare Charles Dickens illustrations is missing, and Detective Mickey Wells must reluctantly rely on Jillian's help to solve the crime.The case goes international when the vendor of the illustrations is murdered and linked to possible fraud. As always, Jillian's Yorkie companion Teddy helps solve the case by discovering an important clue. Afternoon tea included!


PROLOGUE


Another holiday season was upon me, and after hearing from my brother in New Jersey, I sensed this one would prove to be a challenge. Daniel’s letter arrived in his annual Christmas card with the afternoon mail. I was busy decorating my cozy cottage with bright red poinsettias and a putting a few cranberry spiced candles around the living room. My tree looked glorious laden with gold ribbon bows, Yorkie ornaments, and drapes of shiny garland beads, all illuminated by tiny white lights.
I needed a nice cup of tea.
Teddy, my little Yorkie companion, adopted several years ago from my niece, perked up his ears watching as I walked to the kitchen.
He cocked his head.
“Yes, I’ll give you a treat,” I said.
It was uncanny the way this dog could communicate. He wagged his tail and followed me.
While the water boiled in the electric tea kettle, I took out a favorite China cup and saucer from the cupboard. The faded pink flowers and gold trim reminded me of the friend who’d given it to me after she moved away from Clover Hills to Portland. Like so many of my friends and acquaintances, we kept up on Facebook. Still, it didn’t replace the one on one chats we so enjoyed.
Teddy made a growling sound, a reminder to snap out of my reverie and attend to his snack. After giving Teddy his treat, I poured boiling water over a Lemon Zinger teabag I had placed in the cup, added sugar, gave it a quick stir, and carried the steaming brew back into my tiny living room.
Once I was comfortable in my recliner, I took a sip and reread Daniel’s letter.




Dear Sis,

Merry Christmas! Hope all is well and you’re keeping as busy as you’d like to be. How’s the book coming? Didn’t you say your publisher is in New York? Things are a little slow holiday wise around here since Paige is still recovering from surgery. It’s driving her crazy not to be able to decorate and bake cookies like she usually does this time of year. With Kaitlin and the grandkids living with us, and her husband in the VA hospital, it adds even more stress during the holidays.

I do not want to ask this, but I need your help, especially during this busy season. My workload hasn’t let up, and Kaitlyn has her hands full with kids out of school, and working part time in the city. I’ll understand if you’ve already made plans, since I know Christmas is not that far away. Just let me know as soon as possible. I suppose I could always hire someone to come in.

Love you,

Daniel

I called him immediately and told him I’d come.

CHAPTER ONE


The look on Kaitlin’s face told me something was wrong. Hopefully, considering it was the holidays, it wasn’t her husband, Kenny. A few Christmases ago, his Black Hawk helicopter crashed, leaving him seriously wounded. I didn’t know he was back in the hospital until Daniel’s letter.
I pulled my bright blue knit scarf closer in the freezing weather, tapped down my beret to keep my ears warm, and got into the car. “Thanks for picking us up.” After buckling the seat belt and settling Teddy on my lap, I gave my niece a kiss on the cheek. “How is everything? All ready for Christmas?”
Kaitlin smiled weakly.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Aunt Jillian. You have no idea.”
I couldn’t help but shiver, and not the kind that came from the snow here in New York City.
Teddy whimpered.
I gently patted him. “We’ll be out of the car soon, love, and you can play with your buddy, Napoleon.”
A low growl built to a single, “Woof!”
Kaitlin exited the airport and pulled into traffic. “It’s okay, Teddy. Napoleon is not a puppy anymore. You won’t have to worry about him chewing your ears. At least I hope so.”
We both laughed, but the look on Kaitlin’s face remained worried.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” I waited. “Is it Kenny?”
“I hope not. He has Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome and is in the hospital for therapy.”
I nodded. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s hard living with Mom and Dad and not having my own place. Can’t complain about the support, though.”
Since Kaitlin is an only child, and my brother, Daniel, running a highly successful online business, my sister-in-law was only too happy to help look after her daughter and grandchildren.
“Before we go home, I have a stop to make.” She sighed, obviously burdened.
“Kaitlin, what’s this all about? Something bad has happened, hasn’t it?”
She nodded. “There’s been a murder at work late this afternoon. The woman I was working for, Amanda Corbin, was bludgeoned.”
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay to drive?”
“I think so. After all, I am your niece. I’m sort of used to it.”
We exchanged a knowing look. She was present during two previous cases I’d been involved in.
“The detective in charge gave me permission to pick you up,” she said, “but I have to get back immediately. She wants to take my statement.”
“Good. You can tell me all about it on the way.”
I don’t know how Teddy does it, but he must have sensed the possibility of another adventure because he wagged his tail furiously. I kissed the top of his little brown head.

I couldn’t help but stare. Dazzling arrays of lights, incredibly artistic window displays, and glittering decorations adorned shops and buildings along Fifth Avenue.
Christmas decorations in Manhattan are the most beautiful and spectacular I’d ever seen, including those in the Bay Area where I live.
“I know.” Kaitlin smiled. “Manhattan does it right.”
Illuminated by flood lights, we arrived at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, home of one of the largest collections of art in the world, standing at the northeast corner of Central Park. The museum appeared to be open, but police cars surrounded the employee’s entrance.
“Good thing underground parking is still open. It will save a walk.” Kaitlin parked close to an elevator, locked the car, and led the way to the second floor, showing her workplace badge to security.
I couldn’t help being awed by the enormity of this museum. Overlooking the main foyer, I stood in awe of the Christmas tree, two stories tall decorated with angel ornaments. Surrounding the base was the most beautiful and detailed Nativity I’d ever encountered. Every decoration, both on the tree itself and surrounding its base, was exquisite with Victorian detail.
Kaitlin tugged at my sleeve. “Come on. We’ll take a closer look at the tree later.”
Yellow crime tape surrounded a locked entrance to the Department of British Drawings, Prints and Illustrated Books in the middle of the second floor. Kaitlin pressed the buzzer, and the receptionist let us inside the labyrinth of offices.
Polished library tables surrounded by wooden secretary bookcases filled the main room.
Camera flashes drew my attention to one office labeled Amanda Corbin, Senior Collections Manager.
Kaitlin and I were led to an officer wearing gloves, directing a forensics team. We waited until she found a moment to give us her attention.
“Follow me, please,” she said, before leading the way to the murder scene.
I studied the team photographing a body lying face down in a small dark pool. From what I observed, the victim had been tall and attractive with her hair worn up. She wore expensive clothes, a burgundy velvet blazer over a blue silk blouse, and gray wool slacks. Blood covered her strand of pearls.
“I’m Lead Detective, Precinct Evidence Collection Team, Mickey Wells.”
I judged Detective Wells to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She was plain, wore no makeup, slender and petite with short, mouse brown hair worn in a bob just below her ears. She wore a tailored navy blazer, blue cotton shirt buttoned to the top, jeans, and fleece-lined boots, practical for the snowy weather.
I thought the woman could have been attractive if she wore makeup and did something with her hair. Perhaps there was a reason she didn’t want to attract attention. Married to her job? Possibilities ran through my mind.
We shook hands.
“I’m Jillian Bradley, Kaitlin’s aunt.”
Detective Wells cast a disparaging glance at Teddy which he returned with a growl.
“The feeling is mutual. Now Ms. Bradley, if you’ll take a seat I’ll get your niece’s statement.”
As I studied the surroundings, listening to Kaitlin’s every word, I noticed a department map on the wall showing several possible exits.
There was a back stair, an escalator entrance, a door off upper level offices to the main hallway, not to mention exits through galleries.
Easy for the killer to escape. They were also marked with crime tape.
“When I returned from the lecture to pick up some drawings I needed,” Kaitlin said, “I found Ms. Corbin lying on the floor.”
Detective Wells made copious notes. “What time was this?”
“Six o’clock. I remember checking to see when I needed to leave for the airport.”
“Did you touch anything?”
“No.”
“Did you see anything that might look like a murder weapon?”
“No.”
“What did you do when you found the body?”
“I ran for security.”
“You didn’t call 911?”
“I thought Frank would be faster.”
“Frank?”
“Frank Yates. He’s our floor security guard.”
“You should have called 911. It may have saved time.”
Kaitlin looked my way. When her eyes met mine, I winked.
“I apologize,” Kaitlin said. “I didn’t think; I reacted.”
Detective Wells squinted her eyes. “Don’t be sarcastic, young lady.”
“Of course not. Is there anything else?”
After jotting down a few final notes, the detective shook her head. “Not for now, Ms. Romero. Give me your address and number in case I want to talk to you again.”
I stood with Kaitlin to leave.
“Oh, there is one thing.” Kaitlin half smiled. “You may find it helpful to stay in touch with my aunt.”
“I seriously doubt it.” Detective Wells gathered her things.
Kaitlin did not give up. “She’s connected with Scotland Yard, the FBI and the Canadian police, to name a few trusted resources.”
The forensic team halted their activity and stared at me.
Mickey Wells turned around and faced us. “Do you have a card, Ms. Bradley?” she asked.
I handed Teddy to Kaitlin and fished in my purse for my silver card holder. “Here’s one.” I smiled.
Detective Wells snatched it from my hand. “Thank you. You’re both free to go, but Kaitlin, I’d advise you to stay close.”
At that, we were dismissed.
On the way back to my brother’s house, I gave Teddy a few snacks to tide him over. “I’ll give you a nice dinner later, sweet dog.”
At the mention of food, Teddy wagged his tail and panted for another treat. After he’d finished, he settled in my lap and closed his eyes for a brief nap.
“Tell me more about your boss,” I said. “The more I know, the better picture I’ll get.”
“Sure. It may interest you to know I didn’t tell that detective everything.”
“Obstructing justice? Not you, Kaitlin.”
“Not exactly. She rubbed me the wrong way. Besides, I simply answered her questions, that’s all.”
“What didn’t you tell Detective Wells?”
Kaitlin raised her brow. “Oh, the gossip around the office, mainly. From what I’ve heard, Amanda didn’t get along with her husband. There were widespread rumors about her and her boss, George Zander, from what his assistant, who does a fantastic job covering his tracks, shared.”
“Hmm. The husband is always suspected first. If the rumors were true, he’d have motive.” I stroked Teddy, sound asleep.
“There was one thing I did notice, even though I was shocked to see Amanda lying on the floor.”
My interest rose. “This is what you chose not to share, I take it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m all ears.”
Just then, Kaitlin turned into the driveway of her parent’s mansion decorated to the hilt for Christmas. Fully outlined in white lights with wreaths and red bows at each window, the house reminded me what it must be like to be wealthy.
Kaitlin patted my arm. “I can almost read your mind. The house does look stunning.”
“Exactly. I’m sorry, go on.”
“When I took documents to be approved this afternoon, I couldn’t help noticing an open folder on Amanda’s desk. I looked at the contents while Amanda signed off on my work.”
“And what did the folder contain?”
“I could be mistaken, but they appeared to be drawings of Dickens’ characters. We’re opening an exhibition on his works in a few days. It was Amanda’s project.”
“Then what happened?” I asked.
“Harold Phelps came in. He’s the department curator. A real character. When he saw I was there, he and Amanda went into his office and left me standing there.”
“You got a closer look, I take it.”
“An excellent look. I took photos of the two prints on my phone while the two were engrossed in conversation.”
I beamed.
“And if Amanda saw you taking the photograph?”
“I would have explained that’s my job. But she never asked. The lecture was beginning, and I was to usher. All part of my apprenticeship.”
Teddy woke up when the car stopped.
“This will be interesting to see how Teddy fares in the snow.”
“Don’t worry. Dad cleared off a space in the back yard for Napoleon. Shall we go inside?”
“You won’t have to ask me twice.”
“Before we do, Aunt Jillian, there is one thing.”
Kaitlin looked serious again.
“What’s that?”
“When I discovered the body, the folder was gone.”
A bell went off in my head. “I see. The murderer must have taken it.”
“That’s what I think. I’ll show you the photos after you settle in.”
“Good idea. I am tired from such a long day, and I still need to feed Teddy. Let’s take this up again in the morning when I can think more clearly.”
“Ready to be attacked by the kids? I told them you’d bring presents.”
I laughed. “Of course. The gifts are in the blue suitcase. Have the children put them under the tree. That should hold them until I unpack.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Kaitlin rang the doorbell and stepped inside. “We’re home, everyone!”
The moment Teddy spotted Napoleon, he jumped out of my arms and ran straight for him. Tails wagging, both Yorkie and Pug sniffed each other, Teddy growled to let Napoleon know he was the alpha male, and then the two chased around the house.
“Hello, Sister.” Daniel greeted me with a hug. “Thanks for coming. It feels more like Christmas now that you’re here. I’ll have the kids get your bags and take them to the guestroom.”
“Thanks, Daniel.” He was right. If I stayed at home, too many memories of lost loves would have crept in and dampened the holidays. Anyway, I was happy to help, and was due for an appointment with my publisher in the city, so things worked out well.
Looking a little tired, Paige, wearing a warm red and black print caftan, came in from the great hall.
“Jillian, welcome. Hope your trip was uneventful.” She kissed my cheek, then turned to her daughter. “A little late, aren’t you, Kaitlin? We expected you an hour ago.”
“I’ll tell you all about it after the kids are in bed. Children, I need your attention.” Their eyes focused in anticipation on their mom. “After you bring in Aunt Jillian’s luggage, you may take the blue suitcase into the living room and put the gifts she brought under the tree.”
Shouts of approval and delight broke out as my great niece and great nephews took the keys from their grandpa and unloaded my bags.
Paige made an announcement. “After Aunt Jillian’s settled, we’ll have hot chocolate and cookies in the living room.”
I don’t know how he does it, but Teddy was instantly at my feet at the mention of food.
“Okay, boy. I’ll make your supper right now and then I’ll unpack. How’s that?”
“Woof, woof!” he barked, as Napoleon cocked his head.
I prepared his dinner of ground turkey, frozen peas and carrots, and teeny bits of whole grain bread that Kaitlin bought for him ahead of time.
Teddy ate heartily and lapped water from Napoleon’s dish. So far so good regarding the male territorial instincts.
I helped Paige by carrying in a festive tray loaded with Christmas mugs of hot chocolate, followed by Sydney, Kaitlin’s eldest, with a plate of finger sandwiches and homemade cookies. There were yummy chocolate chip with macadamia nuts, sugar cookies that the kids had decorated with red and green frosting and colorful sprinkles, and my favorite, sand tarts, formed into crescents.
Sitting by the crackling fire, gazing at the tree and the pups stretched out on the carpet, I finally relaxed until the hour grew late.
“I need to let Teddy outside before bed.”
“Napoleon, too.” Kaitlin rose and bid her dog, with his long tongue hanging out, to follow. “Come on, we’ll put their sweaters on them, then I’ll show you their spot. Kids, to bed.”
The three kissed their grandparents goodnight and scooted upstairs.
“Better bundle up, Aunt Jillian,” Silas said.
As the dogs sniffed the bare spot surrounded by snow, Kaitlin and I chatted.
“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” I asked. “You mentioned a tour.”
Kaitlin kept an eye on Napoleon. “Should be fine. Things will probably be settled down by then. We can go early before it gets too crowded.”
“I’d like that.”
Even with sweaters on, it appeared Teddy and Napoleon were more than anxious to come back inside. I tended to agree. Napoleon’s heavy breathing from the cold made him sound like an old man.
Once upstairs, I put Teddy on his towel at the foot of my bed and kissed him goodnight.
Exhaustion hit as I ran a hot bath and got ready for bed. Sinking up to my neck beneath the bubbles, I closed my eyes to relax. They popped open again as the image of Amanda Corbin lying dead entered my head.
No murder weapon found. What became of it? More interesting still, what in that office could’ve been used?
After a spritz of perfume, I slipped beneath the fluffy covers and forced myself not to think about a thing until tomorrow.
I couldn’t help but shiver, and not the kind that came from the snow here in New York City.
Teddy whimpered.
I gently patted him. “We’ll be out of the car soon, love, and you can play with your buddy, Napoleon.”
A low growl built to a single, “Woof!”
Kaitlin exited the airport and pulled into traffic. “It’s okay, Teddy. Napoleon is not a puppy anymore. You won’t have to worry about him chewing your ears. At least I hope so.”
We both laughed, but the look on Kaitlin’s face remained worried.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” I waited. “Is it Kenny?”
“I hope not. He has Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome and is in the hospital for therapy.”
I nodded. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s hard living with Mom and Dad and not having my own place. Can’t complain about the support, though.”
Since Kaitlin is an only child, and my brother, Daniel, running a highly successful online business, my sister-in-law was only too happy to help look after her daughter and grandchildren.
“Before we go home, I have a stop to make.” She sighed, obviously burdened.
“Kaitlin, what’s this all about? Something bad has happened, hasn’t it?”
She nodded. “There’s been a murder at work late this afternoon. The woman I was working for, Amanda Corbin, was bludgeoned.”
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay to drive?”
“I think so. After all, I am your niece. I’m sort of used to it.”
We exchanged a knowing look. She was present during two previous cases I’d been involved in.
“The detective in charge gave me permission to pick you up,” she said, “but I have to get back immediately. She wants to take my statement.”
“Good. You can tell me all about it on the way.”
I don’t know how Teddy does it, but he must have sensed the possibility of another adventure because he wagged his tail furiously. I kissed the top of his little brown head.

I couldn’t help but stare. Dazzling arrays of lights, incredibly artistic window displays, and glittering decorations adorned shops and buildings along Fifth Avenue.
Christmas decorations in Manhattan are the most beautiful and spectacular I’d ever seen, including those in the Bay Area where I live.
“I know.” Kaitlin smiled. “Manhattan does it right.”
Illuminated by flood lights, we arrived at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, home of one of the largest collections of art in the world, standing at the northeast corner of Central Park. The museum appeared to be open, but police cars surrounded the employee’s entrance.
“Good thing underground parking is still open. It will save a walk.” Kaitlin parked close to an elevator, locked the car, and led the way to the second floor, showing her workplace badge to security.
I couldn’t help being awed by the enormity of this museum. Overlooking the main foyer, I stood in awe of the Christmas tree, two stories tall decorated with angel ornaments. Surrounding the base was the most beautiful and detailed Nativity I’d ever encountered. Every decoration, both on the tree itself and surrounding its base, was exquisite with Victorian detail.
Kaitlin tugged at my sleeve. “Come on. We’ll take a closer look at the tree later.”
Yellow crime tape surrounded a locked entrance to the Department of British Drawings, Prints and Illustrated Books in the middle of the second floor. Kaitlin pressed the buzzer, and the receptionist let us inside the labyrinth of offices.
Polished library tables surrounded by wooden secretary bookcases filled the main room. 
Camera flashes drew my attention to one office labeled Amanda Corbin, Senior Collections Manager.
Kaitlin and I were led to an officer wearing gloves, directing a forensics team. We waited until she found a moment to give us her attention.
“Follow me, please,” she said, before leading the way to the murder scene.
I studied the team photographing a body lying face down in a small dark pool. From what I observed, the victim had been tall and attractive with her hair worn up. She wore expensive clothes, a burgundy velvet blazer over a blue silk blouse, and gray wool slacks. Blood covered her strand of pearls.
“I’m Lead Detective, Precinct Evidence Collection Team, Mickey Wells.”
I judged Detective Wells to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She was plain, wore no makeup, slender and petite with short, mouse brown hair worn in a bob just below her ears. She wore a tailored navy blazer, blue cotton shirt buttoned to the top, jeans, and fleece-lined boots, practical for the snowy weather.
I thought the woman could have been attractive if she wore makeup and did something with her hair. Perhaps there was a reason she didn’t want to attract attention. Married to her job? Possibilities ran through my mind.
We shook hands.
“I’m Jillian Bradley, Kaitlin’s aunt.”
Detective Wells cast a disparaging glance at Teddy which he returned with a growl.
“The feeling is mutual. Now Ms. Bradley, if you’ll take a seat I’ll get your niece’s statement.”
As I studied the surroundings, listening to Kaitlin’s every word, I noticed a department map on the wall showing several possible exits.
There was a back stair, an escalator entrance, a door off upper level offices to the main hallway, not to mention exits through galleries.
Easy for the killer to escape. They were also marked with crime tape.
“When I returned from the lecture to pick up some drawings I needed,” Kaitlin said, “I found Ms. Corbin lying on the floor.”
Detective Wells made copious notes. “What time was this?”
“Six o’clock. I remember checking to see when I needed to leave for the airport.”
“Did you touch anything?”
“No.”
“Did you see anything that might look like a murder weapon?”
“No.”
“What did you do when you found the body?”
“I ran for security.”
“You didn’t call 911?”
“I thought Frank would be faster.”
“Frank?”
“Frank Yates. He’s our floor security guard.”
“You should have called 911. It may have saved time.”
Kaitlin looked my way. When her eyes met mine, I winked.
“I apologize,” Kaitlin said. “I didn’t think; I reacted.”
Detective Wells squinted her eyes. “Don’t be sarcastic, young lady.”
“Of course not. Is there anything else?”
After jotting down a few final notes, the detective shook her head. “Not for now, Ms. Romero. Give me your address and number in case I want to talk to you again.”
I stood with Kaitlin to leave.
“Oh, there is one thing.” Kaitlin half smiled. “You may find it helpful to stay in touch with my aunt.”
“I seriously doubt it.” Detective Wells gathered her things.
Kaitlin did not give up. “She’s connected with Scotland Yard, the FBI and the Canadian police, to name a few trusted resources.”
The forensic team halted their activity and stared at me.
Mickey Wells turned around and faced us. “Do you have a card, Ms. Bradley?” she asked.
I handed Teddy to Kaitlin and fished in my purse for my silver card holder. “Here’s one.” I smiled.
Detective Wells snatched it from my hand. “Thank you. You’re both free to go, but Kaitlin, I’d advise you to stay close.”
At that, we were dismissed.
On the way back to my brother’s house, I gave Teddy a few snacks to tide him over. “I’ll give you a nice dinner later, sweet dog.”
At the mention of food, Teddy wagged his tail and panted for another treat. After he’d finished, he settled in my lap and closed his eyes for a brief nap.
“Tell me more about your boss,” I said. “The more I know, the better picture I’ll get.”
“Sure. It may interest you to know I didn’t tell that detective everything.”
“Obstructing justice? Not you, Kaitlin.”
“Not exactly. She rubbed me the wrong way. Besides, I simply answered her questions, that’s all.”
“What didn’t you tell Detective Wells?”
Kaitlin raised her brow. “Oh, the gossip around the office, mainly. From what I’ve heard, Amanda didn’t get along with her husband. There were widespread rumors about her and her boss, George Zander, from what his assistant, who does a fantastic job covering his tracks, shared.”
“Hmm. The husband is always suspected first. If the rumors were true, he’d have motive.” I stroked Teddy, sound asleep.
“There was one thing I did notice, even though I was shocked to see Amanda lying on the floor.”
My interest rose. “This is what you chose not to share, I take it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m all ears.”
Just then, Kaitlin turned into the driveway of her parent’s mansion decorated to the hilt for Christmas. Fully outlined in white lights with wreaths and red bows at each window, the house reminded me what it must be like to be wealthy.
Kaitlin patted my arm. “I can almost read your mind. The house does look stunning.”
“Exactly. I’m sorry, go on.”
“When I took documents to be approved this afternoon, I couldn’t help noticing an open folder on Amanda’s desk. I looked at the contents while Amanda signed off on my work.”
“And what did the folder contain?”
“I could be mistaken, but they appeared to be drawings of Dickens’ characters. We’re opening an exhibition on his works in a few days. It was Amanda’s project.”
“Then what happened?” I asked.
“Harold Phelps came in. He’s the department curator. A real character. When he saw I was there, he and Amanda went into his office and left me standing there.”
“You got a closer look, I take it.”
“An excellent look. I took photos of the two prints on my phone while the two were engrossed in conversation.”
I beamed.
“And if Amanda saw you taking the photograph?”
“I would have explained that’s my job. But she never asked. The lecture was beginning, and I was to usher. All part of my apprenticeship.”
Teddy woke up when the car stopped.
“This will be interesting to see how Teddy fares in the snow.”
“Don’t worry. Dad cleared off a space in the back yard for Napoleon. Shall we go inside?”
“You won’t have to ask me twice.”
“Before we do, Aunt Jillian, there is one thing.”
Kaitlin looked serious again.
“What’s that?”
“When I discovered the body, the folder was gone.”
A bell went off in my head. “I see. The murderer must have taken it.”
“That’s what I think. I’ll show you the photos after you settle in.”
“Good idea. I am tired from such a long day, and I still need to feed Teddy. Let’s take this up again in the morning when I can think more clearly.”
“Ready to be attacked by the kids? I told them you’d bring presents.”
I laughed. “Of course. The gifts are in the blue suitcase. Have the children put them under the tree. That should hold them until I unpack.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Kaitlin rang the doorbell and stepped inside. “We’re home, everyone!”
The moment Teddy spotted Napoleon, he jumped out of my arms and ran straight for him. Tails wagging, both Yorkie and Pug sniffed each other, Teddy growled to let Napoleon know he was the alpha male, and then the two chased around the house.
“Hello, Sister.” Daniel greeted me with a hug. “Thanks for coming. It feels more like Christmas now that you’re here. I’ll have the kids get your bags and take them to the guestroom.”
“Thanks, Daniel.” He was right. If I stayed at home, too many memories of lost loves would have crept in and dampened the holidays. Anyway, I was happy to help, and was due for an appointment with my publisher in the city, so things worked out well.
Looking a little tired, Paige, wearing a warm red and black print caftan, came in from the great hall.
“Jillian, welcome. Hope your trip was uneventful.” She kissed my cheek, then turned to her daughter. “A little late, aren’t you, Kaitlin? We expected you an hour ago.”
“I’ll tell you all about it after the kids are in bed. Children, I need your attention.” Their eyes focused in anticipation on their mom. “After you bring in Aunt Jillian’s luggage, you may take the blue suitcase into the living room and put the gifts she brought under the tree.”
Shouts of approval and delight broke out as my great niece and great nephews took the keys from their grandpa and unloaded my bags.
Paige made an announcement. “After Aunt Jillian’s settled, we’ll have hot chocolate and cookies in the living room.”
I don’t know how he does it, but Teddy was instantly at my feet at the mention of food.
“Okay, boy. I’ll make your supper right now and then I’ll unpack. How’s that?”
“Woof, woof!” he barked, as Napoleon cocked his head.
I prepared his dinner of ground turkey, frozen peas and carrots, and teeny bits of whole grain bread that Kaitlin bought for him ahead of time.
Teddy ate heartily and lapped water from Napoleon’s dish. So far so good regarding the male territorial instincts.
I helped Paige by carrying in a festive tray loaded with Christmas mugs of hot chocolate, followed by Sydney, Kaitlin’s eldest, with a plate of finger sandwiches and homemade cookies. There were yummy chocolate chip with macadamia nuts, sugar cookies that the kids had decorated with red and green frosting and colorful sprinkles, and my favorite, sand tarts, formed into crescents.
Sitting by the crackling fire, gazing at the tree and the pups stretched out on the carpet, I finally relaxed until the hour grew late.
“I need to let Teddy outside before bed.”
“Napoleon, too.” Kaitlin rose and bid her dog, with his long tongue hanging out, to follow. “Come on, we’ll put their sweaters on them, then I’ll show you their spot. Kids, to bed.”
The three kissed their grandparents goodnight and scooted upstairs.
“Better bundle up, Aunt Jillian,” Silas said.
As the dogs sniffed the bare spot surrounded by snow, Kaitlin and I chatted.
“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” I asked. “You mentioned a tour.”
Kaitlin kept an eye on Napoleon. “Should be fine. Things will probably be settled down by then. We can go early before it gets too crowded.”
“I’d like that.”
Even with sweaters on, it appeared Teddy and Napoleon were more than anxious to come back inside. I tended to agree. Napoleon’s heavy breathing from the cold made him sound like an old man.
Once upstairs, I put Teddy on his towel at the foot of my bed and kissed him goodnight.
Exhaustion hit as I ran a hot bath and got ready for bed. Sinking up to my neck beneath the bubbles, I closed my eyes to relax. They popped open again as the image of Amanda Corbin lying dead entered my head.
No murder weapon found. What became of it? More interesting still, what in that office could’ve been used?
After a spritz of perfume, I slipped beneath the fluffy covers and forced myself not to think about a thing until tomorrow.

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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!

    KOBO
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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