A Charming Crime (Magical Cures Mystery Series)

by Tonya Kappes

  A Charming

  Crime

  A Magical Cure Mystery

  Dedication and Acknowledgments

  I want to thank every single member of the Tonya Kappes Street Team! They are a group of readers who have stood by me and supported me. Readers are so important to me and I’m honored that at the end of the day they take the time to escape into my imaginative world. You guys rock!! AND I love you to death!

  Thanks to Ann Miller for winning the contest for naming my magical village in the Magical Cures Series! Whispering Falls is the perfect name!

  A big huge thanks to Eddy, Jack, Austin, and Brady (my guys!) for giving the reassurance to follow my dreams and supporting me throughout our day!

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without the permission in writing from the author or publisher.

  Edition: June 2012

  Copyright © 2012 by Tonya Kappes

  All rights reserved

  Cover Artist: Laura Morrigan

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  License Notes

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  What others are saying about Author Tonya Kappes

  “Full of wit, humor and colorful characters, Tonya Kappes delivers a fun, fast-paced story that will leave you hooked!” Bestselling Author, Jane Porter

  “Fun, fresh, and flirty, Carpe Bead ’Em is the perfect read on a hot summer day. Tonya Kappes’ voice shines in her debut novel.” Author Heather Webber

  “Tonya Kappes strings together the perfect blend of family, friends, and fun.” Author Misa Ramirez

  “I loved how Tonya Kappes was able to bring her characters to life.” Coffee Table Reviews

  “I love, love, love this book. I enjoyed reading about Hallie's friendships and her trials and tribulations. Her Aunt Grace was a hoot, especially the pink poodle. Too darn funny. As you already know I was crying and I had to put the book down. That, makes a truly awesome read for me, because I became a part of the story and loved Aunt Grace as much as Hallie.

  Again, this was worth the wait and I can't wait to read your next story.” Reader, Dru Ann

  “I don't write many reviews but some books are so outstanding I just have to. This is one of them. Tonya Kappes is one of the freshest new voices in women's fiction, and I can't wait to read more from her.” Reader, Melissa Lapierre

  "This book was fun, entertaining and good to the last page. Who knew reading auras could get Olivia in so much trouble? Sit back, smile and cozy up to Splitsville.com, where Olivia does the dumping for you. There's heap loads of humor, a dose of magical realism, sprinkles of romance, and mystery when someone ends up dead!" Author Lisa Lim

  “This book was funny and clever with a unique premise. I truly couldn't put it down.” Author Diane Majeske

  “Tonya Kappes has written a fast paced cozy mystery that kept me guessing till the end. Full of likeable characters, Splitsville.com is humerous and I was caught up in the story right from the beginning. I'm definitely looking forward to more books in this series!” Author Sheila Seabrook

  “Unique, imaginative, funny, with a tantalizing mystery to boot. What more could one ask. But there was more ... compassion and passion ... Olivia is an animal lover with the good sense not to become jaded by her "day job" of helping people break up. She gets the guy, solves the puzzle and rises above all of life's messy situations. Aunt Matilda was the icing on the cake ... as I said ... PURE MAGIC.” Reader PJ Schott

  “I loved this book. Grandberry Falls is my kind of town and I for one would love to live there and get to know all the local folks. I enjoyed reading this book and can't wait to read the next book about Grandberry Falls by Tonya Kappes. I have added Tonya Kappes as one of my new favorite authors.” Jean Segal

  “I love it when I pick up a book because of its cover and the story to follow is just as great or better. That's what happened here.” Stephanie Overton

  “I read this in a day and loved it! You felt that you were part of Grandberry Falls. The small town folks who know everyone and know everything about someone in a matter of hours.” Avid Reader

  “I was looking for something different and easy to read...meaning nothing too involved, something that if I put down could come back to and remember all the characters and where I left off at...well I didn't put it down I finished it in a day... what a great read !!” Cimarron

  Also by Tonya Kappes

  Women’s Fiction

  Carpe Bead ‘em

  Anthologies

  Something Spooky This Way Comes

  Believe Christmas Anthology

  Olivia Davis Paranormal Mystery Series

  Splitsville.com (Book One)

  Magical Cures Mystery Series

  A Charming Crime

  Grandberry Falls Series

  The Ladybug Jinx

  Happy New Life

  A Superstitious Christmas

  Never Tell Your Dreams

  A Divorced Diva Beading Mystery Series

  A Bead of Doubt

  Non-Fiction

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  Chapter One

  “I know, I know.” I waved my hands in front of me trying to stop anything that was about to come out of Oscar Park’s mouth, but I knew it was useless.

  He slammed the door of his patrol car, took his hat off, and then waved it towards my shed. . .my burning shed. “You know what?”

  Truth be told, I didn’t know much, but I did know how to handle Oscar Park. Especially when it came to personal matters. “I know I went a bit too far this time, but I really need to figure out this new cure.”

  Oscar grew up across the street, raised by his uncle, Police Chief Jordan Parks. Like me, well sort of like me, Oscar’s parents got killed in a car accident while my dad was shot in the line of duty.

  “A bit?” Oscar shook his head and pointed to the flames shooting up in the air. “Unless you want the new cure to blow someone up, I think you were using the wrong ingredients.”

  “Now, Oscar.” I shuffled out of the way of the zipping fire truck, and took a bite of the Ding Dong in my hand that I had grabbed on the way out of the shed when I knew it was going to combust. “Was it necessary to call in all of Locust Grove’s finest?”

  “Yes, June Heal.” Oscar wasn’t the ten-year-old boy who created havoc with me in that very shed while experimenting with my mom Darla’s homeopathic cures. Though his crystal blue eyes were sincere, I knew he meant business. “But you’ve done it this time. It’s a total loss.”

  I held the uneaten round end of the Ding Dong up to him and he took a bite. A big bite. I grumbled under my breath. He knew Ding Dongs are my go-to comfort food.

  Old Mac McGurtle came running through the herb garden I had planted after Darla died, screaming, “I told you she was going to set this whole town on fire if she kept mixing those chemicals.”

  Mr. McGurtle was always spreading gossip when Darla died about how I had turned
A Dose of Darla, my homeopathic cure shop, into a fire hazard by putting all sorts of crazy concoctions together.

  “Settle down, Mr. McGurtle.” Jordan Parks snuck up behind us. “Thank you for calling us, and helping Ms. Heal save her business.”

  “Hhmph.” Mr. McGurtle threw his hands in the air and mumbled something under his breath.

  “He’s the one who called?” I huffed, my bangs flew out of my eyes, and I crossed my arms. “He needs to mind his own business. And stop walking through my herb garden!”

  For a moment Mr. McGurtle and I stared at each other until Jordan stepped between us.

  The shed looked like it was going to be a total loss this time. All the other twenty times I set it afire I was able to save it. Luckily, I only used the shed to create new homeopathic cures using Darla’s old remedies. I kept the main ingredients in the basement of our old house. . .my house now.

  “I think you did it this time,” Jordan warned, half serious. He walked away shaking his head. He stopped briefly to talk to one of the guys from the fire department.

  “Not only have you done it this time, you’ve really pissed off a lot of your neighbors.” Oscar put his hat back on his head, and looked around at the neighbors gathering on the other side of the fence in my front yard. “They think you are as crazy as Darla was.”

  Darla Heal, my mother, was the creator of A Dose of Darla, homeopathic cures. And everyone called her Darla, even me, because she didn’t like to be referred to as Ms. Heal, Mrs. Heal or even Mom.

  “Well, the old saying is right then.” I snarled, studying every face gawking at me. They were just being nosy like always.

  “And what old saying it that?” Oscar asked.

  “The apple,” I pointed to myself, “doesn’t fall too far from the tree.”

  Oscar’s face split into a wide grin. “And we sure did have some fun times in there. But you’ve got to admit you’ve outgrown this place and selling your cures at the flea market.”

  I wish I had another Ding Dong. I listened to what he had to say. He was right. The retail space for A Dose of Darla had started in the shed until Darla moved it to a booth at the local flea market. She had all sorts of people coming to get her homeopathic cures. And she had been good at it.

  I spent most of my teenage years working Darla’s booth at the flea market with Oscar right next to me, and hated every moment of it. I always swore I’d never take over Darla’s business. As they say, never say never. When Darla died from an apparent heart attack, I did the only thing I could to take care of myself. I took over A Dose of Darla and began to experiment.

  Most of the remedies needed to be updated, and since I had always been good in chemistry, I knew I could make them better. Making them better meant doing a lot of combinations of different things and not getting them to explode. Unfortunately, today was not a good mix of ingredients.

  “You know I don’t want to live in the country with all those scary noises.” I knew what Oscar was hinting at.

  For weeks, he’d been begging me to get rid of this old house and move to a farm where I could make a real lab, so I could create my remedies the right way. Not in a shed.

  “Not in the country.” He leaned in a little closer, and said words tentatively as if testing the idea, “I stumbled upon a little village about thirty minutes from here when I went to check out a job opening. I have a good feeling about it. But keep it on the down low.”

  I drew back to take in his expression. “You can’t leave the police department here.” I was pretty good at reading him all these years, almost psychic, but the sun cast a shadow on his face, making it hard for me to see if he was serious.

  “Shhh.” He held his finger up to his lips. “I said down low, not out loud. I will be by tonight to tell you about it. And it really is something you need to consider.”

  He definitely had my wheels turning as I stood in a puddle of water created by the fire department in their efforts to save the shed, only their efforts had been a waste. Jordan informed me that the fire chief told him the shed was a total loss. As if I needed to be told. All that was left was the cement foundation. Who knew that Thea Sinensis mixed with Camellia was so flammable? I did now. Thank God, because the cure I had been making had been for me. I could really see Mr. McGurtle’s face if I had been blow up.

  I swear I saw Mr. McGurtle smiling all the way from his front yard.

  “Excuse me! Excuse me!” a woman yelled from the other side of the fence. She waved when she caught my eye. “Yes, you!” She pointed at me.

  I was glad to see everyone but she had left. The show was finally over and I could get back to work. . . except I couldn’t. Not without the shed.

  The lady was someone I didn’t recognize. The floral A-line skirt was throwing me off a bit, but the black, lace-up booties were definitely awesome. The closer I got, the more she reminded me of a younger version of Meryl Streep, the long blonde hair was long and wavy like Meryl’s. Even her nose was small and pointed, only she had hazel eyes and sweeping lashes.

  “Are you Darla from A Dose of Darla?” She pointed her laced gloved fingers towards my home.

  “I’m Darla’s daughter, June Heal.” I put my hand out, but she didn’t take it, so I pretended to rub them together. “Darla passed away a few years ago. Are you a friend?”

  It wouldn’t have been unusual for someone out of the blue to show up and visit with Darla. She had friends from all over. Darla was sort of a gypsy type. She believed in free spirit, holistic living, and open imagination. Darla taught me to be kind to everyone and everything.

  “No.” She scrunched her nose. “Did you take over the business?

  “I did.” Something in my gut made me wearily suspicious of her.

  “You sell something I might be interested in.” She lowered her thick dark lashes, and stared at me.

  “I, um, sell homeopathic remedies,” I muttered uneasily.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mr. McGurtle making his way back across the yard, as fast as his short legs could carry him. Through the herb garden. . .again.

  “I was interested in selling them in my store.” She pulled a business card out of the top of her glove. “Please come pay me a visit if you are interested. Good day.”

  I took the card from her fingers and we held a gaze for just a moment. Her eyes wandered over my shoulder. I turned around to find Mr. McGurtle giving her the wonky eye, which was his signature “don’t mess with me” look.

  When I turned back around, the strange woman was already in her car, pulling away from the curb.

  “Do you need something, Mr. McGurtle?” I sighed walking past him toward the house.

  Meow, Mr. Prince Charming sat on the top wooden porch step, dragging his tail back and forth. He batted at the cicada darting in the air.

  The bottom of his tail was always black from all the wagging he did. It amazed me how, otherwise, he was always pristinely white. I’d assume keeping clean would be difficult for most outdoor cats. But Mr. Prince Charming was not like any other cat I’d ever come across.

  “I promised Darla I’d keep a close eye on you,” Mr. McGurtle said, stomping after me.

  Rolling my eyes, I made it up on the porch before he yelled, “I think you are causing more trouble in your adult life than when you were a kid.”

  For a moment I stood still, trying to think of an answer while Mr. Prince Charming did figure eights around my ankles, but decided to bite my tongue. It was easier not to argue with Mr. McGurtle.

  “Oh, Mr. Prince Charming, must you?” I bent down and flicked the dead cicada into the grass next to the steps with all the other dead ones he had killed. I swear he’s on a mission to whack every cicada in Locust Grove. If the cat only knew the town was named after the nasty bugs—he’d be in heaven.

  I flung the screen door open, and Mr. Prince Charming ran into the house before me. I closed the door behind me. This was generally how Mr. McGurtle and I ended all of our conversations.

&nbs
p; Chapter Two

  “You created quite a stir today,” said Oscar from the other side of the front porch screen door with a brown sac of our favorite Chinese food restaurant in his hands.

  He looked so different without his uniform on. It was hard getting use to seeing Oscar turn from a scrawny, lanky boy into the muscular, hunk he’d become.

  Sometimes it was kind of awkward thinking about how it would feel to run my hands through his close cut dark hair, and squeeze a little bit of those muscles. And then I remember how weird it would be since he was really like a brother more than a friend. Still. . .he was easy on the eyes, and single.

  I opened the door, and took the bag. I could already taste the egg roll.

  “That’s how you greet me? Don’t you even care how I’m doing or how I feel about my chemistry lab going up in flames?” I stuck my nose in the bag and smelled the yummy goodness.

  “I’m sure you’ll be just fine, June.” He snatched the bag from underneath my nose and took it into the kitchen. “Tell me, were you careless or tired?”

  The wooden floors moaned when Mr. Prince Charming jumped off the old radiator that sat just inside the door. He was a sucker for good chicken fried rice. He danced down the hall with his long tail wagging in the air.

  “Neither.” Inwardly I shuddered at the thought of my carelessness. Though I knew he was right. I hadn’t been sleeping well. “I’m just a tad bit tired.”

  “Are you having nightmares again? Or should I say the dark circles under your eyes tell me you are having nightmares again?” He dropped down on the built-in bench and the cushion made a swoosh sound when all the air flew from its seams.

  Mr. Prince Charming took it as his cue to jump up and see what he was going to have for dinner, never mind the full bowl of cat food on the floor.