Pit and Miss Murder

by Renee George

  Pit & Miss Murder

  Barkside of the Moon Mysteries Book 4

  Renee George

  Barkside of the Moon Press

  Pit & Miss Murder

  (Barkside of the Moon Mysteries Book 4)

  Copyright © Renee George 2019 – All Rights Reserved

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters and storylines in this book are inspired only by the author’s imagination. The characters are based solely in fiction and are in no relation inspired by anyone bearing the same name or names. Any similarities to real persons, situations, or incidents is purely coincidental.

  Contents

  Blurb

  Acknowledgments

  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

  Epilogue

  Paranormal Mysteries & Romances

  About the Author

  When Lily Mason's uncle is accused of murdering a prominent Moonrise citizen, the amateur detective and her loyal pit bull Smooshie must dig out the truth and find the real killer.

  Integrating isn't easy for a shifter in an all human town, but Lily Mason is finally making it work. She has love in her life, enjoys a great job, attends community college, and best of all, her fixer-upper house is nearly livable. She couldn't be happier.

  Until her Uncle Buzz is accused of murder.

  A prominent member of the community has been found murdered in the parking lot of her uncle's cafe, The Cat's Meow. And thanks to a contentious relationship with the victim, Uncle Buzz is the number one suspect.

  Now Lily, Smooshie, and the Moonrise gang must solve the murder before Lily's only family ends up behind bars.

  For all the fur babies still waiting for forever homes.

  I have to thank my BFF sister, Robbin, who tirelessly spent our entire vacation combing through this story for errors, plot problems, and things that make a reader go, Huh? I love you, doll! You are the bestest ever!

  I also have to thank my Rebels. You guys offer me so much love and support. You keep me motivated! Even on my lowest days, you all raise me up. I’m so lucky to have such a great group of readers surrounding me everyday!

  I want to thank Missouri Pit Bull Rescue located in Kansas City Missouri (http://www.mopitbullrescue.org/). Their website gave me so much information about what it takes to rescue these beautiful, loving animals, I would encourage you to peruse their website, adopt if you are up for the commitment, foster if you can only help short term, or donate your time or money to help this shelter grow and rescue even more pit bulls in crisis.

  And lastly, I’d like to thank that dark, hot witches brew known as black coffee for keeping me going. Without you, I’d get nothing done. Like ever.

  Chapter 1

  "What do you think, Lily? Veil or no veil?" Theresa Simmons sat at the office desk in front of the computer and pointed at a sleeveless wedding gown on a bridal website.

  I filed April's expense sheets and closed the cabinet. Thanks to a large donation of four-thousand dollars the month before, along with our regular donors, the rescue had managed to have a little extra left over to put finishing touches on the new shelter Parker Knowles, the owner of the Moonrise Pit Bull Rescue, had started building two years ago. Between fundraisers, volunteer efforts, and some directed donations, Parker's vision to save as many of these beautiful animals from awful circumstances looked to be a reality.

  We finally had our new permits in order, and next week, we planned to move our current nine rescues over to the new place after Parker and a whole team of helpers finished the fencing for the outdoor play spaces this weekend. I was most excited that we'd have room to take in another fifteen furbabies until we could find fosters or forever homes for them. I hoped our open house, not this coming up Saturday but the next, would raise a lot of money and get more people interested in volunteering or fostering.

  Watching the transformations of the rescues was like living a lifetime in a few months as they went from injured, damaged, starved, and sometimes very ill dogs into energetic, loving, trusting, and healthy babies ready for forever homes. Not all of them turned around so fast, but even furkids who had trouble finding a way to trust, like our shelter mascot Star, who had been with us for over a year now, deserved to be treated with love and kindness whether they were ultimately adoptable or not. Even so, Parker and our team of pit bull lovers were virtual magicians, and their devotion to rescue gave me hope every day.

  Last night, he'd taken in a year-old pup whose inflamed skin hung loose with severe mange that had taken most of his hair. So other than a black nose, we weren’t sure of his coloring. The poor boy had trembled, his tail tucked and his head down. Parker stayed with him until early this morning. I’d been with Parker for Sunday Night Spaghetti, a weekly thing for us when the call came in. I helped him with the paperwork and getting the isolation room ready. After, I’d stayed the night at Parker’s house (for the fourth night in a row), and when I got up, I went over to take the morning shift so he could get some sleep.

  Parker had been cuddling the sick dog and whispering words of encouragement. The pup's tail wagged when Parker had told him what a good boy he was, which had been a big improvement from the night before.

  If I hadn't been in love with Parker already, that scene would have sent me all the way into my feelings. As it was, my heart had felt full to bursting. We'd been an official couple for almost a year, and our dating anniversary was fast approaching. He knew who and what I was, a cougar shifter with a traumatic past, and it hadn't scared him off. Well, not after he'd had a minute to process, and by a minute, I mean the longest four months of my life. But here we were, going on a year, and I'd never been so happy. Frankly, it scared the heck out of me.

  The dogs in the shelter, as if reminding me of how happy they were to be here, too, suddenly began barking with excitement. I peered at the clock. It was noon. Lunchtime. Which meant Keith Porter, one of those awesome volunteers and Theresa's boyfriend, had probably just taken kibble back to them.

  "Lily? Did you hear me?" Theresa asked, snapping her fingers to get my attention. "Veil or no veil?"

  I rolled my eyes. "I think you should get a divorce before you start planning your next wedding."

  "Spoilsport," she said. Her lower lip jutted into a pout. "Why won't you let me dream?"

  "I'm happy to let you dream." I grabbed my purse. "I'm off to dream myself."

  "That's right. You start summer classes today." Her expression soured. "I'm not sure how I feel about you getting all educated," she teased. "Next thing you know, you'll be too good for the likes of us."

  "I'm too good for you now," I replied. This was my fourth semester doing general studies at Two Hills Community College. If all went well this summer, I could start the Veterinarian Technician program in the fall.

 
; "Well," Theresa said on a laugh, "then we're really in trouble!"

  I giggled. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." As long as Parker wanted me around, there was zero chance I'd leave. Besides, I hoped my education could be a resource for the shelter. After all, I would be qualified, as long as I worked under the supervision of a vet, to provide care for the dogs we took in. I gazed at Theresa. "You know, it's going to take at least another year before I get my associates degree, and another two, if I want to be a technologist."

  "If?"

  "Technicians can do just about everything a technologist can, and I can start practicing sooner." I shook my head. "Either way, I don't plan on giving up my duties here at the shelter." Although, juggling full-time classes, my shifts at the shelter, and Petry’s Pet Clinic had been a time management nightmare. I worried sometimes that my relationship with Parker would suffer, but he had been nothing but encouraging and supportive.

  Theresa stood up and embraced me. "I'm glad," her voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what we did before you got here."

  "Are you okay?"

  Theresa wiped at her eyes. "I'm fine. Just happy."

  I narrowed my gaze at her. Emotional, talking about marriage, demonstrative, and she'd been using the bathroom more frequently. "Are you pregnant?"

  "How in the world do you always do that?"

  "So, you are?"

  "Yes." She hugged me again. "Keith is so excited, but we have to keep it under wraps until the divorce is final. Three more weeks! I can't wait to get that bastard out of my life for good."

  "I'm happy for you," I told her, and I was. But I was also worried. Jock Simmons was a Grade-A jerk and a wife beater, but he was also a smart-as-a-whip lawyer. He was still on the town council, even after he'd been turned into a pariah when he'd smacked Lacy Evans at the hospital a little over a year ago, and he'd been arrested for assault. That took an incredible amount of pull. It was the first time Theresa's dad, Sheriff Avery, had seen Jock as an abuser. When the sheriff had confronted Theresa about it, she'd told her dad everything. It had given her the courage she needed to finally leave Jock.

  Unfortunately, Jock had managed to get the charges knocked down to a misdemeanor and had only had to pay a fine. Rotten bastard. Jock's standing as a council member and as a family lawyer to over half of Moonrise, along with Lacy's reputation, had made it hard to get a felony conviction. And, since Jock was a top-notch family lawyer, he knew all the tricks to make Theresa divorcing him next to impossible. I worried this pregnancy would give him the ammunition he needed to make sure she ended up with nothing but the clothes on her back.

  Still, I'd rather be naked than married to Jock Simmons, so Theresa would still be better off than before she'd left him.

  "You and Keith will make amazing parents," I told Theresa because regardless of the battle to come, I believed they could weather it.

  She smiled. "Thanks, Lily." Her smiled turned into a frown. "You won't say anything, will you?"

  "Cross my heart," I said.

  Jordan Deeter, a college student majoring in graphic art and one of our newest volunteers, knocked outside of the office door. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore jeans, a pink T-shirt that said Show Me Your Pitties, and a pair of hot pink chunky-soled lace-up tennis shoes that gave her a slight height advantage over me. In other words, she was a shorty like myself, only where I was built like a stick, Jordan had curves for days. I envied her as much as I liked her. Recently, though, I think she’d started using vinegar to use as a hair rinse, or maybe for feminine hygiene. Either way, I’d never been keen on the scent, so it rankled my nose. Still, I wasn’t going to be rude about it.

  "Hey, girls," she said. She held out a handful of mail. "This was in the mailbox. I hope you don't mind that I brought them in."

  I took the small stack of mail from her and shuffled through them. Electric, phone, junk, junk, and an envelope marked City of Moonrise, Department of Permits, Licensing and Inspections, and it had the words, Important: Needs Immediate Response, stamped across the front.

  "Thanks," I told her.

  "Is everything okay?" Theresa asked.

  "Sure," I said. At least I hoped so. The inspection for the new facility was a week away so I couldn't understand why we were getting notified, or what it could be about. I opened the letter, the paper hissing as I pulled it apart.

  Inside, was a notice from the City of Moonrise that the rescue, the current shelter, was being cited for zoning violations regarding overgrowth of flora near the fence, spalling, and chipped paint. And it gave an appeal date but warned that we could be fined up to two hundred dollars a day in fines from date of issue until these issues were fixed, and on top of that if we appealed, there was a chance the fines could go up to a thousand dollars or more. I groaned when I saw the date of issue. It was five days ago. It was signed by E. Laverty, Zoning Compliance Officer.

  I swear if I'd been a teapot, steam would have whistled from my ears. "Son of a garbage eater."

  Theresa was on her feet, and Jordan had joined her next to me. "What's wrong?"

  I slammed the letter down on the desk. "We're being cited for nuisance violations."

  "Why?" Jordan asked.

  "I have no idea. We passed our licensing inspection two months ago, but according to this, we have weeds along our fence and chipping paint." I pointed to one word I wasn't sure of. "And spalling? What in the actual heck is spalling?"

  "Broken concrete," Theresa said. "Usually, a sidewalk." She appeared a little gray as the color left her cheeks. "Oh, gosh, Lily. I think this is my fault."

  I stared at her. "How in the world is this your fault?"

  "Clem Hanley is the chair of the zoning commission. He and Jock are old law school buddies. This could be retaliation."

  "But why would he come after the rescue?" Jordan asked. She might have been new here, but Theresa's separation was town talk. When both Theresa and I turned our gazes on her, she blinked sheepishly. "I'll go see if Keith needs any help."

  After she left, I turned my attention back to Theresa. "Do you really think Jock would come after the shelter?"

  Her green eyes brimmed with tears as she nodded. "He threatened to ruin everything I loved. This place is at the top of the list for me. Besides," she sniffed. "He hates you, Lily. For some reason, he counts you as one of the reasons I left him."

  "And why would he do that?"

  She shrugged. "Because you are. Before I met you, I'm not sure I would have had the strength to do it. The idea of upending my life and starting over petrified me. But you did it, and you're so happy now. It made me believe I could do the same." Her voice caught, and she took a deep breath before continuing, "I told him as much the night I left when he said I would never make it without him. He'd gotten so angry when I mentioned you." She sat down in a nearby chair, her shoulders slumping as she stared at the floor. "I'm so sorry, Lily. I'm sorry my messy life is spilling over onto the rescue.

  I went to her and squeezed her shoulder. "We don't know for sure this is Jock's doing." There was a small faction in Moonrise who was not crazy about having pit bulls in town. Anyone of those jerks could have called in a complaint. Besides, even if it was Jock, Theresa wasn't responsible for his bad behavior, and it wouldn't change our circumstances to blame her. "Why don't you call the number on the notice and find out what's going on, and I'll go wake up Parker."

  Chapter 2

  The frantic patter of claws hitting the hardwood floor made me grin as I waited for my big girl to barrel out of the hallway and into the living room to greet me. She went up on her back feet, her butt wiggling so much she missed me with her front paws.

  "Hey, Smooshie-girl." I laughed, wrapping my arms around her waist when she was back on all fours and giggling more when her tail swished against my hair. Her volleyball sized head pressed against my hip, her rusty-brown and white body vibrating with excitement as I scratched her butt.

  "What are you doing awake?" Usually, when she
tucked in during the day, she was down for the count.

  She panted, turning in a circle and giving me a high-pitched yip.

  "Is that so," I said in response.

  A deep, masculine voice startled me. "Do you speak dog now? Because that skill could come in mighty handy."

  I glanced up from Smooshie to see Parker standing in the kitchen doorway, his dog Elvis, a silver-blue pit bull-Great Dane mix, next to him. He stared at me. His blue eyes intense, but with a half-teasing smile tugging at his lips. He wore flannel pajama bottoms and nothing else. His broad chest made my mouth water, and I swallowed fast to keep from drooling.

  "Why aren't you still in bed?" I asked. He'd been exhausted when he'd left the rescue this morning, and I had expected to have to wake him up. He looked so good, happy, right now. I hated to spoil it with bad news.

  "I think Smooshie must have eaten something that didn't agree with her. She's had a couple bouts of the runs today."

  Smooshie's wide face, split into a huge grin, her tongue lolling out the side as if to say, poop happens. I knelt beside her, unable to hold her still long enough for a good examination of her gums, nose, and eyes. "Do you think she's sick?"

  "She's drinking water, and, as you can see, she has lots of energy, so most likely she'll be fine when whatever upset her gut passes. Did she eat anything weird last night?"

  I flushed guiltily. "Maybe." I'd taken her with me to the Cat's Meow Diner the day before for lunch, and I'd caught her begging for food at one of the tables. "Do you think it could be onion?" I'd learned that onions, even cooked ones, could be toxic to dogs. I pulled my phone from my purse. "Should we call Ryan?" Ryan Petry, the local veterinarian, was a good friend to Parker and myself. Right now, I was grateful to have him on speed dial.