Missy DeMeanor Cozy Mysteries Boxset

by Brianna Bates

“Sorry.” Missy smiled, feeling silly now with the bat in her hand.

  “You practicing?” Alison asked. “The Phils need another slugger, I hear.”

  Missy laughed. “Come on around. I’m just sitting outside with Cody.”

  “Great.” Alison met her in the backyard, taking the chair opposite her.

  Missy didn’t know why Alison was here. They were on decent terms and probably would have been closer, were it not for the fact Missy had been forced to interrogate the woman on several occasions, all for crimes she had no involvement with.

  “It’s nice to see you,” Missy said. “Can I get you a drink?”

  “No!” Alison practically shouted. “I mean, no thank you.”

  Missy laughed. “Tough day or something? That was quite a reaction.”

  Alison smiled. “Work. You know.”

  “I’m lucky. I don’t know that I’ve ever had that difficult a day at the bookstore.”

  “You are lucky,” Alison said. Shaking her head, she said, “My manager is just out to lunch and…”

  She took a deep breath.

  “Ah, who wants to hear about work?”

  Missy nodded. “What brings you out here?”

  “In the neighborhood,” Alison said. “And I thought, you and I never hang out. But we should.”

  Missy smiled.

  Alison held her palm out for Cody to sniff, then rubbed the dog’s head. The Irish setter was flat on her back in seconds.

  “Nice dog.”

  “The best,” Missy said. “She saved my life.”

  “I heard about that,” Alison said. “So what do you think about Tonya’s murder?”

  Missy was taken aback, but when she thought about it, Alison had always been pretty blunt. “Someone there poisoned her.”

  Alison smiled. “Yeah. But who?”

  Missy was suddenly uncomfortable. “There are a few people that come to mind.”

  Alison nodded. “Grant. Roger. Emile. Beth. Noreen.”

  “Noreen?” Missy said. “Why would she kill her friend?”

  “Why would she kill her best friend?” Alison asked. Missy got the sense Alison was getting a dig in, by calling Tonya Alison’s best friend. “Because then the business would be hers.”

  Missy shook her head. “I don’t think it’s that simple, actually. From what I hear, the agreement is a bit more complicated.”

  “Oh really? I guess that makes sense.”

  “That and the fact Noreen is not a killer.”

  Alison smiled. “I was just mentioning her because other people are saying that. Not because I think it.”

  Missy wasn’t so sure. “Noreen’s not a killer.”

  “Okay.” Alison looked away for a moment. “Nice place you’ve got here.”

  Missy couldn’t help but feel like Alison was fishing for information. But why? “Yes. I got it under market value from my uncle.”

  “Family is great.” Alison shook her head. “Except when it isn’t.”

  Missy was about to ask if Alison had experienced issues with family of late, but the other woman asked her next question before Missy got the chance.

  “Beth is a good candidate,” Alison said. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, especially when she’s been scorned by family.”

  “Why do you think of Grant and Roger as suspects?” Missy asked.

  Alison tilted her head to the side. “Come on, Miss. Everybody knows by now. Tonya was plonking both of them.”

  Missy nodded. “I’m not one to spread rumors, and I didn’t know if you’d heard.”

  “You are a class act,” Alison said. “Unlike me. I just say whatever comes to mind. Have you been losing weight by the way?”

  “In the spirit of being blunt: no.”

  Alison laughed. “You shouldn’t. I’d kill to have your figure. When men look at me all they see is a prepubescent girl.”

  “A lot of men like that.”

  “You’d be surprised. But Missy, I have to be honest, a lot of people think you poisoned Tonya.”

  Missy had figured as much. All the same, she felt the outrage build inside her. “It’s true we didn’t get along, but I’d never murder someone.”

  “Of course not.” Alison gave her a sidelong look. “You’re Missy DeMeanor, amateur crime-fighter.”

  “I don’t know about that. I was ready to be done with that, especially after Olivia…” Missy’s mind drifted back to the last investigation. One of the girls she used to babysit had been murdered at the monthly scrapbooking crop. It had hit Missy hard. “Anyway, I’m happy to leave the police work to the police.”

  “Even this time?” Alison asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Seems out of character, especially since Noreen’s friend got killed. I would have thought you’d—”

  “I’ll help in any way I can.” Missy didn’t know why she was being so coy about what she was doing, but for some reason she didn’t want to let Alison in.

  “Do you know anything about poisons?” Alison asked.

  Cody wandered over and sat on her haunches next to Missy. She ran her hand through fur the color of rust.

  “Chemistry was actually my worst class,” Missy said. “I barely managed a B.”

  “Don’t tell me, you otherwise got straight A’s?”

  Though she shouldn’t have been, Missy was embarrassed by her good grades like it was something to be ashamed of. That was how the popular kids—with the exception of Tyler—had always acted. Like doing well in class was lame.

  “I worked really hard,” Missy said. “It helped that I was a total book worm and loved to read.”

  “Oh one of those,” Alison said. “I couldn’t be bothered in high school, but nowadays I read constantly. Go figure.”

  Missy stretched and forced a yawn. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything to drink?”

  “No,” Alison said, again a little too forcefully. “I should be going. I can tell you’re tired. But would you mind if I use the bathroom before I go?”

  “Of course not. I’ll show you where it is.”

  Missy led Alison inside and pointed her to the bathroom, then returned to the back yard and waited with Cody. The dog seemed uneasy and after a few moments put her nose up against the screen door, as if waiting for Alison to come back out.

  Missy’s phone buzzed. “Hey, Tyler.”

  “Hey, Melissa. Just calling to let you know I’ll be home soon. How’d it go today?”

  “Tell you all about it when you get here. I’ve got company right now.”

  “Don’t tell me you invited Paul I.S. Gold back?”

  She laughed. “Alison Breckmyer stopped by.”

  “That’s nice.”

  “I’m pretty sure it’s not a social visit,” Missy said.

  “Oh really?”

  “Yeah, tell you all about it. See you soon.”

  “Can’t wait.”

  Missy admired the engagement ring on her finger in the porch light. Alison came out a moment later.

  “Whoa. Nice rock there.”

  Missy smiled. “Thanks.”

  “I didn’t even notice it,” Alison said.

  For a moment, they just stared at each other. The silence seemed full of meaning, confirming Missy’s suspicions.

  “Congrats, Missy.” Alison gave her a quick hug then started away. “I’ll see you soon. Maybe we can go out for drinks?”

  As Alison reached the edge of the house, Missy said, “So you’ve been telling the police I hated Tonya, haven’t you?”

  “Missy.” Alison froze. Missy felt Cody tense beside her. “What are you talking about?”

  Missy saw right through the lie. “The day of the crop, when Olivia died, that was the day Noreen and I got into a pretty big argument over Tonya. And thinking back, I remember you kind of waiting in the wings to talk to me. You must have heard our whole argument. The police asked me about that.”

  “Missy, seriously, what are you talking about?”

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p; “You told the cops Noreen and I had this big blowout about Tonya, which is a huge stretch of the truth.”

  “Missy. I didn’t tell the cops anything. But honestly, I remember your argument with Noreen. It was hard not to notice it, because you guys never fight. And I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say a bad word about anybody before that day, but you had plenty to say about Tonya. So yeah, the whole thing stands out in my mind.”

  “I didn’t kill Tonya,” Missy said. “And I don’t appreciate you telling the cops I hated her when that’s not true.”

  “I come over to see you and this is how you act?” Alison asked.

  “You think I poisoned her tea,” Missy said. “That’s why you wouldn’t let me get you anything to drink. Am I right?”

  Alison was about to say something, then her shoulders sagged. “Okay, you caught me.”

  Missy couldn’t believe it. “You came over to interrogate me?”

  Alison waved an apology. “I thought I’d give amateur sleuthing a try. Why should Missy DeMeanor get all the fun?”

  Despite her rising anger, Missy laughed. “Alison, I did not kill this woman.”

  “Somebody did, and you’ve got to admit you’re a suspect.”

  Missy shook her head. “I didn’t put a toxin in her tea.”

  “You sound like a real detective, Missy. Toxin. Like it’s all official.”

  Missy had had enough. “Alright, I’ll see you later.”

  “Forgive me?” Alison asked.

  Missy was about to say no but realized that made her a bit of a hypocrite. “Who am I to judge you for doing what I do?”

  Alison smiled. “So how about we get that drink later this week?”

  Missy couldn’t believe how odd this woman was. She’d basically just admitted to suspecting Missy of being a murderer and not more than a minute later she was asking her to go out. Probably this was just a ploy for Alison to continue her own investigation.

  “I’m really busy this week,” Missy said.

  “Doing what?”

  “Finding out who killed Tonya.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Missy spent most of the next day alone at the bookstore. Brett called late in the morning to let her know he wouldn’t be in till later. It turned out to be no big deal, as only five customers entered the shop between opening and when Brett showed up in the afternoon.

  In the early afternoon, Noreen popped in. “Wow, this place looks different.”

  Missy realized her best friend hadn’t been in the store since she’d been let go. To Missy, the store didn’t look significantly different.

  “You got rid of shelves.” Noreen pointed toward the Mystery section. “What happened to the Lawrence Sanders block? We used to have an entire shelf of his stuff…”

  Missy nodded. “His books always sold well, and we’re not replacing inventory at this point.”

  Noreen walked around the store. “All the cozies are practically gone!”

  “The Little Old Ladies have cleaned us out. When they heard we were closing, they splurged.”

  “Probably spent all their social security.”

  “I think they’ve been saving up.”

  “Oh my God.” Noreen had stopped in the Horror section. “Where is all the John Saul? And I only count ten—TEN!—Dean Koontz…”

  Missy was actually getting choked up. She couldn’t think about the store closing right now.

  Noreen went into the children’s section. “Where did all the Berenstain Bears books go?”

  The huge lump in Missy’s throat prevented her from speaking.

  Noreen finally registered Missy’s reaction. She hurried to the front desk. “Sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to…”

  Missy was able to find her voice. “It’s alright.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  Missy forced a smile. “No idea.” She looked around. “Every day a few more books disappear…and there’s very little stock left in the back.”

  “I can’t believe it,” Noreen said. “You know, as much as Brett warned us, I never thought…”

  “Me either.” Missy shook her head. “To be honest, I don’t know if we’re even going to last two months at this point.”

  Noreen came around the front desk and hugged her. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay.”

  Noreen pulled away to look her in the eye. “Missy, you should really think about coming to work at the tea room. I know—”

  “Thanks, Nor. I appreciate it. But I just wouldn’t feel right.”

  Noreen nodded sadly. “I know. But seeing this place and knowing you don’t have anything lined up…it makes me feel awful.”

  “I’ll figure something out.”

  “Tyler’s moving in, right? Do you need to go to work?”

  Missy made a face. She could occupy herself with her hobbies, which brought in a little income. But she felt like she had to work.

  Since graduating, she’d been employed and taken care of herself. She loved Tyler more than anything, and he wasn’t putting any pressure on her to find a job. But she wanted to have one. As crazy as it sounded, she liked the idea of going into work and being part of a team—albeit a small one. Missy couldn’t picture herself working for anything other than a mom and pop shop.

  “I’d like to find something,” Missy said. “At least part-time.”

  “I understand.” Noreen nodded. “Well, the offer’s always there. Assuming the board of health lets us reopen.”

  A wave of guilt passed over Missy. She’d forgotten all about the tea room’s closure. “Any update there?”

  Noreen shook her head. “All the more reason for me to help you crack the case. I’m meeting with Roger tonight to talk about the future, and I’ve been racking my brain about the best way we can question him. I can’t bring you with.”

  Missy didn’t have to think too long. It was pretty obvious.

  “I’ve got an idea.”

  ***

  After an exhausting workout at WiredFit, Missy showered and dressed in the locker room. Her clothes were surprisingly loose. She rolled her window down to help dry her hair and managed to get the radio working. Finding a pop song she liked, Missy thumped the seat in time to the music. No matter how difficult the workout was, she always left the gym in a good mood.

  The night was warm but not humid as she drove through Grove City, over roads that were as familiar as the back of her hand. She’d ridden countless times over these streets and found the rhythm and hum of the concrete mesmerizing.

  Missy pulled into the parking lot of the new strip mall. The sign of the all-night pharmacy was the biggest and lit up. At the far end of the strip, the chain eatery was bright. Stenciling in the windows announced they made delicious bread and served it all day. Before she parked, she spotted Noreen’s car.

  Missy took out her compact and pretended to check her makeup. But really, she was peering over the top to gaze into the eatery. It was crowded, and several families had brought small children with them, all of whom were now running laps throughout the place. Servers had to duck out of the way.

  Once she located Noreen and Roger inside, she put her compact away and pulled her still-wet hair back into a ponytail. Noreen must have picked the table. Though it was only the two of them, they were sitting at a four-top. Missy fired her a quick text.

  Missy got out of the truck and entered. The smell of warm bread overpowered her, but not as much as the noise. The kids were making an awful racket, oblivious to their parents’ barked orders. The menu was large and posted on a wall near the entrance. She consulted it for a moment, going through the motions. The wood-fire oven raged in the corner, while in front of it one of the workers kneaded a ball of dough.

  Missy got in line and waited her turn. She kept her eyes straight ahead, giving no indication she’d seen Noreen. When it was her turn, she ordered a veggie wrap from the fresh-faced high schooler at the register. She handed over her money and took an order card in return.
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br />   She began the process of looking for a table in the crowded eatery. On cue, Noreen started waving her arm. Missy pretended not to see it.

  “Hey, Missy! Over here!”

  Missy took her time, like she was trying to pick Noreen out of the crowd and didn’t already know she was there. Then she made the appropriate face and surprised smile.

  Noreen waved her over excitedly. Roger, on the other hand, didn’t look so enthusiastic about seeing her.

  “Hey, Nor!” Missy leaned in to give her friend a quick hug. Then she turned her smile onto Roger. “How are you?”

  “Fine,” he said.

  Missy kept the smile fixed firmly, but inside she was getting a real bad vibe. Either Roger was annoyed that she’d intruded on their business discussion, or he really did not want to talk to her about Tonya.

  “Roger, you don’t mind if Missy joins us for dinner, do you?” Noreen paused, but not long enough for him to answer. “Great. Have a seat, Miss.”

  Normally, Missy would have protested but she didn’t want to give Roger an opening.

  “Thanks! I hate eating by myself.” She sat down and put her order card on the edge of the table so the server could spot it easily. “You’d think now that I’m engaged, I’d have somebody to dine with every night. But of course, I pick a cop.”

  She and Noreen laughed, but the best Roger could manage was a weak smile.

  “So,” Noreen said. “Roger and I are trying to figure out what to do here. Got any bright ideas?”

  Missy looked nervously from Noreen to Roger. “Me? Ideas?”

  Roger sipped his coffee and then very rudely took out his phone to check for messages.

  “Oh,” Missy said. “I don’t know anything about running a business.”

  “Sure you do,” Noreen said. She did a little thing with her eyes, and Missy picked up on the hint. “You’ve helped Brett manage Books and Crannies all these years.”

  “Well…I guess I’m okay with inventory management.” Missy smiled at Roger as he looked up from his phone.

  He nodded. “So is Noreen. That was one of the things Tonya was asking her to do.”

  Missy wanted to smack the guy. He’d been nothing but rude to her since she’d gotten here. But then again, he had a lot on his mind. He had to be worried about all the money he’d dumped into Do Re Tea.