Cast Iron Alibi

by Victoria Hamilton

  Cast Iron Alibi

  Looking forward to her girls-only college reunion vacation, Jaymie’s on cloud nine at the idea of lazy trips to the beach, dinner cruises on the nearby river, and snug sleeping in the vintage trailer she’s renovated. But no sooner does the group reconnect than her hopes turn to tension as petty squabbles and old acrimonies surface, along with tagalong friends, unexpected guests, and stalkerish ex-husbands. And when a local toolbelt Romeo with an eye for one of the women is found murdered, his home ablaze, the simmering hostility in the group suddenly shifts to secrecy.

  Local law enforcement is zeroing in on the victim’s best friend and girlfriend as the most likely suspects, but Jaymie’s inquisitive instincts are telling her one of her former classmates may have been involved in the foul deed. Forced to navigate her fraught relationship with a local police detective and determined to uncover the myriad secrets her college friends are hiding, Jaymie knows she’ll have to dig deep to figure out whose alibi is cast iron, and whose is flimsy as tin . . .

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Cast Iron Alibi

  Victoria Hamilton

  Beyond the Page Books

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  Beyond the Page Publishing

  www.beyondthepagepub.com

  Copyright © 2019 by Donna Lea Simpson.

  Cover design and illustration by Dar Albert, Wicked Smart Designs.

  ISBN: 978-1-950461-25-7

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  Dedication

  In Sue Grafton’s memory, I’d like to dedicate this book to Kinsey Millhone,

  who knows that peanut butter goes with everything.

  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

  Vintage Eats

  Books by Victoria Hamilton

  About the Author

  Cast of Characters

  in the Vintage Kitchen Mystery Series:

  Jaymie Leighton Müller: wife, stepmom, and collector of all things vintage kitchen-y!

  Jakob Müller: her husband, dad to Jocie, Christmas tree farmer and junk store owner.

  Jocie Müller: little little person (as she says!) and happy daughter to Jakob and Jaymie.

  Becca Brevard: Jaymie’s bossy older sister and co-owner of Queensville Fine Antiques.

  Georgina Brevard: Becca’s sister-in-law and manager of Queensville Fine Antiques.

  Valetta Nibley: pharmacist and lifelong friend to Jaymie and Becca.

  Brock Nibley: Valetta’s older brother and Queensville’s best real estate agent.

  Heidi Lockland: Jaymie’s friend.

  Bernie Jenkins: Heidi’s best friend, Jaymie’s good friend, and local police officer for the Queensville Township Police Department.

  Mrs. Martha Stubbs: Jaymie’s elderly friend and confidante.

  Johnny Stanko: Queensvillian and Jaymie’s friend.

  Detective Angela Vestry: Queensville Police Department’s first female detective.

  Officer Ng: Queensville police constable living on Heartbreak Island.

  Hoppy: Jaymie’s Yorkie-Poo.

  Chief Horace Ledbetter: former Queensville police chief and friend of Jaymie’s.

  Mamie Ledbetter: Chief Ledbetter’s wife.

  Sammy Dobrinskie: Heartbreak Island resident, landscape student, and friend of Jaymie’s.

  Ruby and Garnet Redmond: Heartbreak Islanders and co-owners of the Ice House restaurant and the cottage on the road behind the Leighton cottage.

  Tansy and Sherm Woodrow: co-owners of Tansy’s Tarts, the Heartbreak Island tart shop.

  in Cast Iron Alibi:

  Mario Horvat: local handyman.

  Kory Jamison: Mario’s assistant, boarder, and friend.

  Hallie Granger: Mario’s live-in pregnant teen girlfriend.

  Ellen Granger: Hallie’s mom.

  Melody Heath: Jaymie’s romance author college friend.

  Andrew Conners: Melody’s husband.

  Rachel Kimball: Jaymie’s study-buddy college friend.

  Brandi Xylander: Jaymie’s party-girl college friend.

  Terry Xylander: Brandi’s ex-husband.

  Courtney: Brandi’s party friend and Jaymie’s unexpected houseguest.

  Gabriela Offerman: Jaymie’s serious college friend.

  Logan Offerman: Gabriela’s husband.

  Fenix Offerman: Gabriela’s daughter.

  Tiffany Offerman: Logan’s sister.

  Ashlee: Sammy Dobrinskie’s current girlfriend.

  One

  “To the right . . . no, wait, that’s your left . . . to the left! Sorry!” Jaymie sang out, waving to her husband, Jakob, as he backed the funky vintage trailer she had renovated along the lane and over the top of the hill. On the other side was a slope descending to a deep grove that was the lawn behind the Leighton family cottage, Rose Tree Cottage, on River Road.

  Fortunately Jakob was adept at backing up a heavy trailer with his pickup, since he often had to deliver things from his shop, The Junk Stops Here. He smiled, waved, checked the side mirrors and continued, disappearing over the top of the hill as he descended the grassy slope toward the patio stone platform they had laid for the trailer. They had removed trees to access the ravine through the Redmonds’ property on the next road back from the river a couple of years before when they put in a new leaching bed and septic system. That had left them enough room for the patio, where the trailer would sit for at least the next few weeks.

  “Can I get in the truck with Daddy?” Jocie, Jaymie’s stepdaughter, asked, twisting and looking up at her stepmom. Jocie, though almost ten, was the height of an average four-year-old; she had achondroplasia dwarfism, a genetic condition that would keep her smaller than others her whole life. Her blonde hair was done up in pigtails, and she wore a turquoise and white shorts and T-shirt set. She was cute as a button, but inclined to get her own way.

  “Not now, Jocie,” Jaymie said. It was tough looking into the big brown eyes of a child she adored and saying no, but she was practicing.

  “Aw! Why not?” Jocie pouted, pushing her bottom lip out.

  “Daddy asked you if you wanted t
o ride with him and you said no, you’d stay with me,” Jaymie said, steeling herself for a fight while tucking Jocie in close to her body. “You had that chance before he started, but not now while he’s in the middle of it.”

  “Okay.” Unexpectedly, Jocie gave up and stopped pouting. Maybe consistent firmness was working! Or more likely, Jocie had other options. “Can I take Hoppy for a walk?”

  Jaymie smiled down at her and her little tripod Yorkie-Poo, who yipped and strained at the leash. “Okay, but don’t go onto the wharf while the ferry is there and don’t go along the docks, please.” And that was another motherhood skill she was practicing: letting go. She had become overprotective at one point, and Jakob had to gently tell her that they needed to give Jocie all the freedom any nine-year-old deserved. The island was safe; they had to let her explore. Being small for her age didn’t mean Jocie felt or thought any differently than her average-size friends. “I’m trusting you with Hoppy, sweetie, so watch over him. Keep the leash short.”

  Jaymie watched Jocie walk away, down the lane and to the dirt road, staying close to the row of pines that lined it. Determined to not be a helicopter parent like the ones she had read articles about, the ones who hovered and worried constantly, she turned back and eyed the family vacation home. Rose Tree Cottage was a sweet blue and white cottage on the American side of Heartbreak Island, a roughly heart-shaped island in the middle of the St. Clair River near Lake St. Clair. It had been in the Leighton family for generations, and for most of the summer it was rented out by visitors to Queensville, Michigan, or Johnsonville, Ontario, on the other side of the river.

  Right now it was vacant, but in two days Jaymie and her friends from college days would hold a reunion of sorts, a revival of their former habit of camping together for a week each summer. That had started while they were all students at the University of Western Ontario in London, Ontario, and shared a rental house, and had continued in the years since they graduated. They had not managed it for the last three summers, though, for various reasons: jobs, baby births, illness, weddings, travel plans.

  It had almost not happened again! Brandi, the friend who made the arrangements, had called two weeks ago and said that the campground had canceled their reservation because of plumbing problems that forced them to close. What could they do? Brandi asked. When Jaymie suggested finding another campsite, Brandi said she had already called all of them and there was nowhere that could accommodate them.

  Jaymie strode over the hill and down the slope. She stood out of the way in the shade of a pine, wiping sweat from her brow as she watched her husband adroitly back up the trailer. This was a day she had looked forward to for a long time, but it was hard to muster the energy for enthusiasm. August in Michigan could be brutally hot and they were in the middle of a sweltering heat wave, moisture shimmering in the air even as the grass yellowed and bushes became dusty and desiccated. They needed rain.

  Now would come the tricky part, Jaymie thought; Jakob lined the trailer up with the patio stone platform at the bottom of the ravine, where it was overlooked both by the Leightons’ cottage and the Redmonds’ cottage on the hill on the other side. At least Jakob had help. Sammy Dobrinskie, their landscaper, now finished with his second year at college, had done the prep work on the trailer pad and (having lots of experience himself with backing up boat trailers into water and work trailers into tight spots) was guiding Jakob. They maneuvered back and forth, working together to get the position perfect.

  The trailer had been Jaymie’s spring and summer project. It was an adorable vintage Shasta trailer, in a pretty retro turquoise, white and silver, with the absolute coolest silver wings at the top, like a trailer version of Mercury’s winged hat! The interior had been in rough shape, but Jaymie had fixed and cleaned and rebuilt. Jakob taught her how to use a circular saw and a jigsaw, and she had replaced the subfloor herself, then installed funky black and white tiles from a box of peel-and-stick tiles left over from someone’s kitchen project and dropped off at The Junk Stops Here. She had painted the interior then decorated, furnishing it with vintage linens and kitchen stuff: melamine dishes, a funky chrome sixties percolator, and a chrome breadbox, among other items. She was proud of the result. Only the small fridge and stove were new.

  Sammy, now taller, more muscular and more confident than he had been two summers ago, beckoned with one hand as Jakob backed the trailer onto the pad and stopped, finally in the perfect spot. Her husband got out of the truck and with their young friend began the complicated procedure of unhooking the directional and brake lights and the tow hitch.

  Jaymie’s mind returned to her university reunion and how they had solved their dilemma. As they chatted about the campsite cancellation Brandi had asked, by any chance was Jaymie’s family cottage available? Fortunately, it was; they had had a cancellation at the last minute, something she had already shared on their booking app. The Leightons had planned to use the cancellation time to have some work done—there were always issues with rental properties—but that could be put off until September so the “girls” could use it for their reunion. Jaymie told Brandi she hadn’t suggested it because she wasn’t sure anyone else would agree.

  They had always camped in Canada, and Jaymie, at least, had been looking forward to camping again. But staying at the family cottage was simpler for her—no travel, and no toting of camp stove, tent, tent flies, sleeping bag, pillow, cooking pots and dishes—and the others didn’t mind. For the second-to-last week of August, plus or minus a few days, they were going to have a grand time. Jaymie was over the moon with excitement and had planned some activities she hoped her friends would enjoy.

  But first, she thought, watching Jakob mop his red face with a hankie, she had to face the inevitable, saying goodbye to her family. Jakob and Jocie were going to Poland for ten days to visit Jocie’s mother’s family. Inga, Jocie’s birth mom, had moved back there when Jocie was a toddler and had tragically died not long after. Inga’s parents, Jocie’s maternal grandparents, had not seen their granddaughter since she was a few months old. They were older and not well, nor were they prosperous, so they couldn’t travel, though they had exchanged gifts and pictures over the years. There were aunts and uncles, cousins, and a great-grandparent or two. Jakob was determined that his daughter have the benefit of her whole family, so the trip to Poland had been planned for the end of August.

  Jakob had asked if Jaymie wanted to go, but she felt that this first time, when Inga’s parents were eager to get to know their granddaughter, it should be with Jakob alone. She was the second wife, their daughter’s replacement, in a way, and she didn’t want to create any awkwardness.

  Jaymie strolled across the lawn and sat down at the wrought iron table in the shade while the fellows worked. Two years ago the Leighton family had taken advantage of a plumbing problem at the cottage that required a lot of digging—for the new septic system and leaching bed—to redesign the land attached to their cottage. It was now a lovely grotto, a refreshingly shady spot with a flagstone patio, retaining wall, a firepit area and lush gardens. Ferns grew in abundance, and each year they planted colorful coleus and New Guinea impatiens to add color. Birdbaths and feeders attracted robins, blue jays, cardinals, orioles and rose-breasted grosbeaks . . . a rainbow of birds to enjoy. She was proud of the work they had done on the landscaping and the cottage, and looked forward to showing it off. She hoped her friends would enjoy it.

  “Jaymie, come here,” Jakob said, beckoning to her. His cheeks were flushed with the heat, but he had a smile on his bearded face. “I want you to see how to do this.”

  She jumped up and joined Sammy and her husband as they used the stabilizing jacks, which were new—the original ones that came with the trailer were rusted out—to support and level the trailer. He showed her how, and she did two herself, red-faced with the effort in the humidity but determined to understand every aspect of trailer maintenance. Everything else, from how to look after the composting toilet to how to change the propane ta
nk she understood from working on the little trailer all spring and summer.

  She stood back after they were done and admired her fourteen-foot trailer, proud of her handiwork. Inside was even better; she had sewn funky starburst turquoise fabric into curtains for the window, and had gotten Jakob to make starburst-patterned countertops out of vintage materials rescued from home renos. She had redone the upholstery for the dining table benches in a tropical surfing print. It was bright and kooky and adorable!

  The trailer might become an additional space for cottage renters who needed room for more guests. Or maybe not; she hadn’t completely decided yet. Mostly, she had bought it for a song and enjoyed fixing it up. By the time Jocie brought Hoppy back from their walk, both the little dog and little girl weary, they were done, the trailer stabilized and ready for inhabitants.

  “Thank you, Sammy, for your help,” she said to the young man.

  He ducked his head in reply, then said, dusting his hands along his grass-stained cargo shorts, “I’d better get going. I have a job to get to!”

  • • •

  It had been a long day. Jaymie and Jakob sat snuggled together on the sofa in the great room of their log cabin with the TV on a nature show, while Hoppy snored in his basket by the fireplace.

  “Are you sure you want to take Jocie and me to the airport tomorrow? It’s a long drive; Dad would do it,” Jakob murmured.

  She relished the feel of her husband’s arms around her. Jaymie had been afraid Jocie would be too keyed up to sleep, but after such a long day she and her kitten, Lilibet, had fallen asleep almost immediately. “That would be too hard on your dad. I’m not a big fan of traveling down I-94, but I’ll feel better putting you two on that plane myself.” She looked up into his brown eyes and smiled, teary-eyed. She stroked his beard and thumbed his lips. “I’m going to miss you both!” she whispered, not trusting her full voice.