by Ellery Adams
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Pasta Mortem
When the cast of the old Hearth and Home TV show gather for a twenty-fifth reunion at a local bed-and-breakfast where the show was filmed, the townsfolk are thrilled to meet the actors and relive their memories of a simpler time. Their nostalgic mood is broken, though, by an ambitious real estate developer who has also come to Quincy’s Gap with an eye toward turning the quiet town into the South’s hottest new tourist destination. Tensions are boiling over, and when the developer gets a little too sauced one night at the B&B and turns up dead the next morning, James and the supper club will have to put aside their distaste for the victim to help nab the culprit.
It looks like an open-and-shut case, but James and his friends are convinced the main suspect is innocent and promise to help get her out of hot water. Dividing their time between the investigation and the reunion festivities, they’re shocked to discover that members of the cast are guarding some very unsavory secrets. With time running out before the actors leave town and the trail of clues goes stale, the supper club will have to turn up the heat on a suspicious character before the killer serves up another murder.
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Pasta Mortem
Ellery Adams and Rosemary Stevens
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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
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Recipes
Books by Ellery Adams
Other Books By Rosemary Stevens
About the Authors
Chapter One
Head librarian James Henry pushed away from the table with a satisfied sigh. “Gillian, that pizza was delicious, but I’ve got to lose weight. My fat clothes are tight, and when Murphy photographed me for the Star, I had to fight the urge to hide my middle behind the library counter.”
A collective groan sounded from his four friends. The supper club members sat around the table in Gillian’s periwinkle blue kitchen, a platter containing the crumbs of their meal a testament to their appreciation for the tasty food.
James continued, “It’s been like a line of dominoes falling, and I don’t mean the pizza kind. Well, maybe that too.” James paused, then ticked off events on his fingers. “That cruise Jane and I took last summer where it seemed like we had eight meals a day, the stress of Eliot starting kindergarten, Halloween’s leftover candy, the huge meal Milla cooked for Thanksgiving and the leftovers, Lindy and Luis’s wedding reception, and then a tidal wave of Christmas treats. I got on the scale this morning and didn’t realize the contraption could count that high.”
“Tell me about it,” Bennett Marshall said. “Statistics show that the average American only gains one to two pounds over the holidays, but I don’t believe it. Plus, I’ve been stopping at the 7-Eleven again, picking up food. I had to cover a box of donut holes with a priority mail package when Murphy took a picture of me in my mail truck. I leaned out the window and gave a friendly wave in my photo for the Star so Murphy couldn’t see my gut hanging over my belt.”
Gillian O’Malley, owner of the Yuppie Puppy, swung her head toward him so fast her auburn curls whirled about her face. “Bennett! Donut holes are full of sugar and empty calories! Do you want to be on medication for diabetes? Our bodies are temples and must be treated with respect.”
Bennett scowled at his sweetheart. “Woman, I don’t want to be on medication. But I have to do something about the stress caused by those evil canines on my route.”
Lindy, a Brazilian beauty and high school art teacher, fresh from her honeymoon with high school principal Luis Chavez, chimed in. “Stress. I can relate to that. On the one hand, I’ve never been happier now that Luis and I are married. But on the other hand, dealing with Luis’s mother drives me straight to my stash of candy bars.”
“Didn’t she go back to Mexico after your wedding?” James asked.
Lindy shook her head. “I wish. Alma’s been staying with us since we returned from our trip. I made the mistake of telling Luis I wanted to change things up at the house—you know, put my own creative energy to use and update the carpet, lamps, artwork, and drapes. Oh, my goodness! Turns out Alma picked out those decorations and was madder than a wet hen that I wanted to change them. Milky Way bars, here I come.”
“Did Murphy take your photo too?” Lucy Hanover, dressed in her brown-and-beige sheriff’s deputy uniform, asked.
“She sure did. Sitting at my desk at school. I was able to hide my midsection. And I remembered to make sure my drawer full of candy was closed tight so she couldn’t see.”
“Murphy made me pose in front of my Jeep. A full body shot.” Lucy tugged at her shirt as if trying to smooth it over her bulging tummy. “I guess that was better than if she’d made me sit inside the vehicle. When I opened the door, Murphy would have seen all the empty fast-food wrappers and maybe even my emergency can of frosting. I’m stressed out too.”
“What’s bugging you, Lucy?” Bennett asked.
“Sullie, another deputy, and I are . . . well, we’ve been seeing a lot of each other. Exclusively.” Lucy’s brows furrowed. “I think. I mean, I’m not seeing anyone else. Sullie’s so hot in his deputy’s uniform, though, he gets a lot of looks from other women. It makes me edgy. I don’t have a very good track record when it comes to men, but French fries and I have always had a great relationship.”
James thought of his own obsession with cheese puffs. He cleared his throat. Since he and Lucy had dated before his ex-wife, Jane, and their little boy, Eliot, had come back into his life, James felt uncomfortable when Lucy mentioned her past relationships. They were friends now, thankfully, and James had seen Lucy and Sullie out together on more than one occasion. “Sullie may be
attractive to other women, Lucy, but from my perspective, I think he appreciates what he has with you.”
Lucy’s cornflower blue eyes brightened. “You think so?”
James nodded. “Any man who feeds his lady spoonfuls of apple cobbler with vanilla ice cream in the middle of Dolly’s Diner, the epicenter of Quincy’s Gap, has declared himself.”
Lucy reached over and gave his arm a brief squeeze. “Thanks, James. How is Jane? Eating pickles and ice cream?”
“No cravings. The baby’s due at the end of February, so she has a little less than a month to go.”
“She’s really had a rough time of it,” Lindy said. “Luis and I would love a baby, but I don’t think I’d like being pregnant after seeing how Jane’s suffered.”
James thought of his beautiful wife, weak from being sick in the mornings, looking after an active five-year-old, and teaching her distance-learning classes at James Madison University in nearby Harrisonburg, and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn’t bear to see her feeling poorly. The doctor had assured them that sometimes women were sick in the mornings all through their pregnancies. She’d said there was nothing to be concerned about as long as Jane kept down enough nutritious meals and her vitamins. James trusted the doctor, but he still worried. Jane rarely complained, which made James more determined to do all the housework, get Eliot ready for kindergarten each morning, do the grocery shopping, and make sure Snickers the dog and Miss Pickles the cat had fresh food and water. In fact, anything he could do in the way of chores, he did. Jane begged him not to coddle her, but how could he not? She was carrying their daughter and deserved to be coddled!
“Jane had a good day or I wouldn’t have come tonight.”
“I, for one, feel grounded and spiritually replenished by the presence of my friends. It’s been too long since we’ve shared a meal together,” Gillian declared as she moved a ceramic figure of two dolphins kissing to one side and passed around bowls of fruit salad. She took a piece of pineapple out of her own bowl and offered it to Dalai Lama, her tabby cat. He licked it first as if to test its worthiness, then snatched it from her hand and chewed happily.
The close friendship of the supper club members had strengthened over years of shared dinners, even if their waistlines hadn’t always grown smaller. James looked around the table and reflected on the number of times he and his friends had worked together in the name of justice, identifying people who had committed murder. Fortunately nothing like that had happened recently, but they made a good team. Each person possessed unique gifts and abilities.
“We might not have liked Murphy taking our photos,” James said and his friends murmured their agreement, “but I think it’s nice that she’s using her newspaper to bolster community spirit. She took Pop’s photo too, one of him at his easel, and one of Milla behind the candy counter at Quincy’s Whimsies.”
“Nice? Murphy?” Bennett scoffed and speared a chunk of apple. “After the way she embarrassed us all by writing those mystery novels? The characters that looked and acted like us and a plot like one of our investigations? I’d say featuring us in the Star is the least she could do to make it up to us.”
“When is this ‘Spirit of Quincy’s Gap’ article supposed to appear?” Lucy asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice.
James chewed a piece of pear. It sounded like Lucy had doubts about Murphy’s honesty as to why she’d taken all their photos. The same doubts James had been having himself. He swallowed. “She hasn’t said,” he admitted, anxious to change the subject. “So does anyone have an idea about a new diet?”
Gillian looked triumphant. “You’ve already started it!”
Four sets of puzzled expressions greeted this statement.
“I’d been thinking about losing weight again myself,” Gillian said. “Even though I try to keep my chakras aligned, the stress of not being able to hold my beloved’s hand in public or kiss him for fear of what some people might say—”
“Woman!”
“Everyone knows we’re together, Bennett,” Gillian asserted. “It’s the twenty-first century! People have accepted that interracial relationships happen.”
“Not in a small town in Virginia, they haven’t,” Bennett argued. “And they may know about us, but they don’t want to see us kissin’ and cuddlin’.”
“How will you know unless we give them a chance?”
Bennett tugged at his mustache. “I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s hear about this diet.”
Gillian pursed her lips, then turned to address everyone. “Tonight you’ve all dined on Goat Cheese and Spinach Pita Bake, or ‘pizza,’ as James called it. All the ingredients are acceptable on the Mediterranean diet: the pesto sauce, pita bread, tomatoes, and goat cheese. Of course, the fresh veggies are appropriate for any diet.”
“What else can we eat on the Mediterranean diet?” James asked.
“The menu is huge,” Gillian answered. She walked over to the granite countertop, picked up some papers and handed everyone a sheet. “Here’s a list of foods. Think Greek, Italian, even Moroccan dishes. Fish, nuts, olives, hummus, low-fat cheese. You want to exchange unhealthy fats for healthy ones. So good for the heart and brain!”
“What about meat? I’m not going on any diet where I can’t have my red meat,” Bennett declared. “I don’t see it on the list.”
“In moderation, Bennett, but fish, eggs, poultry, some cheeses, and Greek yogurt should be our primary sources for protein. I’ll do a vegetarian version of the diet myself.”
James hid a grimace behind his hand as he studied the sheet. A meat and potato man, he’d never cared much for seafood unless it was drowning in a sauce that masked the taste. Since his son had decided to become a vegetarian, James had eaten a lot less meat, but he hadn’t totally forsaken it. He told himself to look on the bright side. Chicken and some red meat were okay. Maybe this could work. “What about dessert?”
“Fresh fruit, James,” Gillian said with a smile. “Like the fruit salad you’re eating.”
“All these fruits are available now? In February?” He looked at her skeptically.
“Yes! Oranges, apples, grapefruit, kiwi, bananas, pears. Go to the produce section of the grocery store, you’ll be surprised. There might even be some pomegranates,” Gillian said, excitement growing with every word. “And frozen fruits are good too.”
Lucy looked downcast as she rubbed a finger on the paper, her fruit salad barely touched. “A pear isn’t exactly my idea of dessert.”
James exchanged a dubious look with Bennett. He had a powerful sweet tooth and knew Bennett did too.
“But you’ll feel better, Lucy,” Gillian assured her. “You’ll look your best too, because not only will you be losing weight, you’ll be eating healthy foods instead of junk. Your skin will glow.”
“I’d like that,” Lucy said. “Sullie and I will be patroling the Hearth and Home TV show reunion festivities down in Cardinal’s Rest. A lot of the cast is expected to be there. I had a big crush on Joshie, the oldest boy, for a couple of years when I was younger. I saw pictures of him on the Internet and he’s still a heartthrob.”
“I’ll never forget Hearth and Home,” Bennett said. “When the show was on back in the late eighties, I used to watch it with my mom. I got the idea of being a mailman after watching the friendly Mr. Jakes deliver the mail to the Lewis family.”
Gillian tilted her head. “I didn’t know that’s how you decided to become a mailman, Bennett. I, too, watched the show. Such positive vibes and messages of hope and goodwill. A wholesome blending of families after each suffered the pain of losing a spouse.”
No one said anything for a minute. The supper club members had only recently learned that Gillian herself had lost a husband, a man she’d married when she was twenty and who had died not long after.
Bennett put his arm around Gillian. “We’ll pick some events and go if you want,” he said gruffly.
Gillian nodded and lean
ed against him.
James could sense that Gillian’s heart had never forgotten her lost love, even though she had Bennett now. He said, “I remember Hearth and Home was on Thursday nights. Like Bennett, I watched the show with my mom. She said it reminded her of a modern version of The Brady Bunch. I’d like to go to a few events.”
“Can we get back to talking about the diet?” Lindy asked. “What about wine, Gillian? Is that on the list? Luis likes a glass with dinner and so do I.” Lindy ran her hands through her sleek black hair.
Gillian pulled away from Bennett and nodded. “Like red meat, wine is okay in moderation.”
“Do we have to count calories?” Lucy asked.
“No counting calories,” Gillian pronounced.
James liked that. He didn’t want to have to think about numbers every time he put food in his mouth. “I’m game.”
“I’m in,” Bennett said.
“Me too,” Lindy said.
Lucy sighed. “I need to do something. Might as well be the Mediterranean diet.”
Gillian clapped her hands. “I’ll find some recipes and email them to everyone tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Gillian,” Lucy said. “Too bad we didn’t get together a few weeks ago and start the diet. I could have had that glowing skin you mentioned in the photo Murphy took. Maybe that ‘Spirit of Quincy’s Gap’ feature she promised will be in this Sunday’s edition of the Star.”
James looked around the table at his friends and knew they were each thinking the same thing he was thinking. Had Murphy told them the truth? Had she taken photos of each of them for her newspaper? If not, what was her motivation? Murphy had shown herself to be ambitious and ruthless in getting what she wanted. She’d built herself a kingdom, or rather a queendom, with her astronomical book sales. She’d bought the town newspaper, the Shenandoah Star Ledger, and a big house on Main Street. No one got in the way of whatever it was that Murphy Alistair wanted. James felt a ripple of unease.