Killer Cleavers & Cupcakes
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Killer Cleavers & Cupcakes
A Cruise Ship Cozy Mystery Series Book 1
Mel McCoy
Copyright © 2020 by Mel McCoy
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
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Blurb
Two fun-loving pastry chefs. One luxury cruise ship heading to the Bahamas. And an elusive killer running amok with a penchant for cleavers.
After overstuffing her husband with a button-bursting amount of cookies and cakes, Ruth Shores—charmed mother, grandmother, wife, and retired pastry chef—decides to take a dream job in the kitchen of the brand-new, luxury cruise ship, Splendor of the Seas. Luggage rolling behind her, she sets out on her first day, and it’s everything she imagined. That is, until she runs into the rudest, most inconsiderate person she’s ever crossed paths with: Loretta Moran.
That’s okay—Ruth refuses to allow a stranger to ruin her idyllic new life. But when a body is found in the kitchen, both women become prime suspects in a murder investigation. Compelled to prove their innocence, Ruth and Loretta must work together, all while desperately covering up a mouse running loose in the dining room. Can they set their differences aside to unveil the real killer before they both lose their jobs—or worse, their lives?
Pranks. Scandals. Cover-ups. All wrapped up in this fun and quirky cozy mystery!
Killer Cleavers and Cupcakes is the first book in this nutty, lighthearted Cruise Ship Cozy Mystery Series. So, get nestled in a cozy chair, pour your favorite beverage, and get ready for an exciting Bahamas escapade aboard the Splendor of the Seas!
Chapter 1
Ruth Shores removed her thick-rimmed sunglasses and gawked at the new luxury cruise ship that towered before her. It was massive. No, monstrous! No matter how long she stood there, the size of it didn’t cease to amaze her.
People hurried past her, chattering in excitement at the new ship and the cruise to the Bahamas they were anticipating. Rolling their suitcases along behind them, the passengers were either smiling or commenting on the new ship’s colossal presence. Others said their goodbyes with hugs and waves to loved ones as their family and friends wished them a safe trip.
It was Ruth’s first day, and after many weeks of training, tests, and paperwork, she was finally the new Pastry Chef of the luxurious new cruise ship, the Splendor of the Seas. Excitement rose in her chest, filling her with anticipation and wonder.
With her silk scarf wrapped softly over her dark-brown hair, her pantsuit neatly pressed, and her ID badge slung around her neck, she slipped her sunglasses back over her eyes. Her two-inch heels click-clacked toward a new journey, one she’d been dying to take since her own trip on a mainstream cruise ship with her husband, Lawrence. There, she’d indulged in the finest desserts, delightful things topped with decadent fudge sauce and maraschino cherries. They were divine! Spurred on by her many moans of satisfaction, she’d found the head baker, Arlette Archambeau. After a discussion about the talented baker’s French last name—which meant “precious, yet bold and daring”—Ruth felt inspired. She, herself, was no stranger to baking. In fact, she had owned her own bakery for twenty years before retiring to spend more time with her husband at his pet boutique shop in Cascade Cove, Florida, along with her granddaughters, Sarah and Emma Shores.
“I wish I could do what you do, Arlette,” Ruth had found herself saying to the masterful baker who came out of the kitchen and stood with pride behind her five-tier, chocolate extravaganza cake. “Must be an amazing job.”
“It is! Not only do I get to do what I love, but I also get to travel and meet nice people,” Arlette said. “Do you bake?”
“Actually, I used to own my own bakery. Baby Cakes.”
“Baby Cakes?”
Ruth laughed. “I know, the name needed work. But it was a great hit in our town.”
“You know, Ruth, the cruise line has a new luxury ship that will be ready to set sail next year. They’re hiring now.”
Ruth’s heart skipped a beat. That was, until her husband walked up behind her, introducing himself to the head baker.
Arlette shook his hand with a grin that showed off her pearly white teeth, a stark contrast to her darker complexion. “I was just telling your wife that, if she’s interested, I could help her get a job on a cruise ship as a baker or pastry chef.”
Ruth shook her head. “I don’t think—”
“That would be great,” her husband interrupted. “I know she’d love that!” He leaned into Arlette, his hand shielding the side of his mouth, though Ruth could hear every word. “Between you and me, since her retirement, I can’t catch up to her numerous batches of chocolate chip brownies.” Then he rubbed his little pouched belly. “Not to mention the weight gain. I don’t know how she expects me to stay fit with all those treats!”
Arlette giggled, cupping her hand over her mouth like a young girl, a trait of hers that even Ruth saw as endearing.
Ruth hadn’t expected Arlette Archambeau to follow through with her offer, but she did. She put in a good word for her after receiving Ruth’s information and background, and apparently, she had even talked her up to all her supervisors.
Since then, she had been offered a job and had flown to the city to train for her new career, where she had met a lot of amazing people from different parts of the world, and of every ethnicity, age, and personality you could imagine. During the training sessions, they’d group everyone together, no matter what department they were going to work in. It was amazing. She shook hands with everyone, from exceptionally talented performers to lovely housekeepers who would put Ruth’s fifty-year towel folding to shame, to hairstylists who could draw their scissors faster than a cowboy in a western saloon and snip your hair to perfection. Even the decorators and the cleaning crew were not only skilled and very knowledgeable but treated everyone like family.
Ruth owed Arlette a lot. Too bad they wouldn’t be working on the same cruise ship. But Ruth was so grateful, she could hug her!
Now, standing before the massive ship, she could feel it deep in her bones that this was going to be home—her home away from home—and she couldn’t wait to set sail with many new friends!
Making her way up the gangway, Ruth was greeted by a young man with stark black hair that had a bit too much gel in it. Though, Ruth could forgive the overuse of hair gel due to the fact that he had combed it precisely to perfection, which made him look rather striking. He gave a short bow. Then he saw her ID badge hanging from her neck. “A crew member?”
“Uh-huh.”
He arched his lips, showing off his cute dimples, and put out his hand. “I’m Gerald Navarro.” He pointed to the right, inside the ship. “All crew members need to check in over there.”
“Thank you, Gerald. I’m Ruth Shores, by the way.”
“Very nice to meet you.” He shook her hand. Tiny crinkles formed at the sides of his genuine brown eyes.
Ruth couldn’t help but smile. She felt warm inside. She felt—
“Oof!” She felt a shove from behind.
Ruth spun around. A woman about her age huffed as she hauled two suitcases. Several large bags hung lazily on either side of her slender body. “Where do I go?” she asked.
Ruth couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman. Who did she think she was, cutting in line?
“Excuse me,” Ruth called out to the tall woman.
The woman glared down at her a moment, standing at least several inches taller than Ruth. Though she shared the same height as Dorothy from The Golden Girls, she resembled Blanche, except that her hair had a more golden tint to it. “Darlin’, you’re excused.”
Ruth put her hands on her hips, appalled by the woman’s poor manners. “I was here first.”
“Right.” The lady dropped her bags, giving her shoulders a break from the weight. “Listen, I’m sorry I bumped into you. It was an honest mistake, but you can’t blame me if you’re holding up the line, making small talk. I’ve got places to go. I work here, you know.” She held out her badge to show Ruth before tucking it away under her pink blouse. It was so quick, it reminded Ruth of an actor on TV impersonating a cop—showing off their badge quickly by flipping it open and then closed again before you could register what’s even happening.
“I’m sorry.” Ruth propped her suitcase upright and crossed her arms. “I don’t know who you think you are, but just because you have an ID like me”—Ruth pointed to the badge hanging around her own neck—“doesn’t give you a right to treat others like they are beneath you or that you are of higher priority.”
With her eyes closed, the tall woman shook her head, an indication that she wasn’t listening. Her body language was synonymous to a child plugging their ears with their fingers and singing, La la la la la. “It does if I’m the one who is going to make your vacation memorable.”
“Haven’t you been listening? Like I said, I work here too.”
“Ladies, ladies,” Gerald cut in, stepping between them. “There’s no need to cause a scene.”
Ruth looked at him before she realized a line of people were waiting to get on the ship—passengers whom she was to serve. “You’re right, Gerald.”
“He sure is,” said the tall, rude lady, hoisting her bags back onto either shoulder and taking off inside the ship.
“Hey!” Ruth shouted, following her to the desk where a woman stood, her blonde hair tied up in a French twist.
Dropping her bags by her feet again, the tall lady pulled out her ID badge to show the receptionist behind the desk. “Hi, I’m a crew member. Could you please tell me where I’ll be staying so I can start unpacking before orientation?”
“First name?” the receptionist asked.
“Loretta.”
The receptionist tapped on her keyboard, glancing at the screen that faced her. “Lor…eh…tah,” she muttered as she typed.
Ruth marched up behind her and took her sunglasses off. “Excuse me.”
Loretta tilted her head back before turning around. She sighed, dropping her shoulders at the sight of Ruth. “What is your problem now?”
Ruth stepped up closer. “Don’t you think the polite thing to do is to let me ahead of you?”
“As I see it, I made it to the desk before you. Besides, I don’t think it matters. It’ll be your turn in a moment.”
“Last name?” the receptionist asked with a wide grin.
“It very well matters,” Ruth said, ignoring the receptionist and directing her words toward Loretta.
Loretta zeroed in on her slowly, voice firm. “If you have a problem, ma’am, then I suggest you take it up with management. I’m sure they will be pleased to hear your complaint before we have even set sail.” She raised her eyebrows, challenging Ruth. The receptionist behind the desk shifted her glance between the two of them, slightly tense but waiting to see the result of this confrontation, like the spectator of a boxing match.
Ruth huffed, eyes wide.
“That’s what I thought.” Loretta turned back to the receptionist.
Ruth couldn’t believe this woman. What was her problem? Was it that hard to have common decency? Some manners? Ruth couldn’t stand there any longer. She decided to take the high road and walk away. She wasn’t about to let this beastly woman ruin her good mood, let alone her new experience and adventure.
Loretta’s conversation with the receptionist was drowned out by wondrous music coming from somewhere behind Ruth. Turning around, Ruth witnessed the most exquisite sight yet. She’d been in the atrium and hadn’t even noticed. She tilted her head up at the high ceiling, and her eyes danced from the sparkling chandelier to the mermaid statue that sat beneath it, gleaming from its lights.
The atrium was an impressive four stories, with white pillars and a staircase that wrapped around the lobby. The source of the elegant music quickly became apparent. Next to the mermaid statue, a small stage came into view, and on it, a man in a tuxedo played a baby grand piano. His fingers seemed to dance delicately over the keys as he beamed at the oncoming passengers. Their oohs and ahs at the sight of the gorgeous atrium matched Ruth’s first impressions.
“Ma’am,” a woman’s voice called out, breaking Ruth’s trance. Ruth turned her attention to the receptionist who’d been calling to her. “You’re next.”
“Oh.” Ruth grasped the handle of her suitcase and hoisted her bag back up her shoulder, approaching the desk. The pleasant woman asked for her name and ID number, and she retrieved her cabin number and keycard.
“Deck two, cabin two-twelve.”
“Thank you.” Ruth stepped away from the desk. She raced to the elevator and then down the corridor to her cabin, trying to keep the number at the forefront of her mind. Two-twelve, two-twelve, Ruth repeated to herself as she scanned the placards. When she reached room two-twelve, she saw the names: “R. Shores and L. Moran.”
Ruth couldn’t wait to meet her new cabinmate. She’d been told that they usually grouped everyone by departments, and more specifically, with whom they’d be working. Ruth pulled out the keycard she’d received from the receptionist and slid it through the door quickly. The light above the door handle changed from red to green, allowing access. Turning the handle, she opened the door.
She grabbed the strap of her bag to aid it in through the narrow doorway. She spotted motion within the cabin, and with a smile, Ruth introduced herself to her new cabinmate. “Hi, my name is Ruth Sho—”
Ruth paused, and her bag slipped from her shoulder, falling to the floor with a thud. Silence hung between them a moment, then Ruth’s words came out low: “Oh no. It’s you…”
Chapter 2
Ruth couldn’t believe her eyes. She rechecked the number to make sure she had the right cabin. To her detriment, it was, in fact, cabin two-twelve.
Loretta stared at her, unflinching. “Well, I can see this new job isn’t going to be a walk in the park.” The tall woman already had her three bags sitting on her bed, and one of her suitcases lay wide open.
“You’re L. Moron?”
Loretta scrunched her eyes closed, pained by Ruth’s words. “It’s Moran. Like more-ran. Not moron.”
Ruth dug her fingernails into her palms. If she had a rubber band around her wrist, she’d be snapping it like a neurotic smoker trying to quit, just to distract from the tension filling the room. “I—I didn’t mean that. An honest mistake.” As much as she couldn’t stand this woman, the last thing she wanted to do was create any more tension between them. They were going to be cabinmates, and if they couldn’t get along, then they were in for a long and miserable time aboard the Splendor of the Seas.
“I’m sure it was.” Loretta pulle
d her clothes out of the suitcase and placed them neatly in small piles. “But, trust me, I’ve heard all the jokes before. Though, I haven’t been called ‘Loretta Moron’ since grade school.”
Ruth scoffed, picking up on the subtle jab. “Maybe no one would have called you such names if you weren’t so rude.”
“Me? Rude?” Loretta pulled out several dresses that were still on hangers. “You were the rude one. You were holding up the line.”
“I was trying to—”
“And then you followed me to the receptionist’s desk, verbally attacking me.”
Ruth choked. “Verbally attacking? You know I was only trying to be polite.”
“To whom?”
“The gentleman on the gangway—Gerald. He’s a person too, you know.” Ruth folded her arms at her chest.
Loretta shrugged. “The way I see it, he has a job to do, as do we.”
“It doesn’t hurt to take a moment to be kind.”
“Well then, I guess one person’s kindness can be another’s rudeness.”
Ruth opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it again. How was she supposed to respond to such a comment? This woman was clearly off her rocker, and there was no reasoning with her. Ruth decided to ignore her and took a step toward her bed to unload her bags, when she tripped.
“Watch yourself.” Loretta gathered up the dresses on hangers and shimmied around Ruth and the second bed to get to the closet. “They don’t give us much room.” She slid open the closet door and clicked her tongue several times. “Well, this is a shame.”