Digging Up Trouble (Nina Quinn Series #3)

Digging Up Trouble (Nina Quinn Series #3)

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by Heather Webber
     
 

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Digging Her Own Grave

Landscaper Nina Quinn makes her living from surprise garden makeovers. It's not her fault that someone duped her into digging up the wrong yard. And she certainly can't be blamed when her handiwork turns the unsuspecting real owner apoplectic and he drops dead from a heart attack . . . can she? Nina's got enough trouble

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Digging Her Own Grave

Landscaper Nina Quinn makes her living from surprise garden makeovers. It's not her fault that someone duped her into digging up the wrong yard. And she certainly can't be blamed when her handiwork turns the unsuspecting real owner apoplectic and he drops dead from a heart attack . . . can she? Nina's got enough trouble already, with her divorce from faithless hubby Kevin nearing completion and her unruly stepson up to his teenage neck in possibly illegal mischief. Now she's in danger of losing her business! But there's something screwy about this rather convenient "accidental" death of a man whom apparently no one could stand -- not even the "grieving" widow who's threatening to sue Nina's overalls off. To save her livelihood -- and her skin -- Nina's going to have to dig deeper into the dirt than she ever has before . . . and see what sort of slimy secret things crawl out.

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ISBN-13:
9780061743290
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
10/13/2009
Series:
Nina Quinn Series , #3
Sold by:
HARPERCOLLINS
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
256
Sales rank:
212,547
File size:
574 KB

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Digging Up Trouble

A Nina Quinn Mystery
By Heather Webber

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 Heather Webber
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0060723491

Chapter One

Thou, Nina Colette Ceceri Quinn, shall not hire any more unreliable ex-cons.

Not an easy commandment, to say the least, since I really couldn't tell who was reliable and who wasn't until they started working for me. I frowned. Talk about a Catch-22.

The trick was weeding out the good from the bad. As I looked around my office conference room, I realized I'd certainly found a few good ones in Kit Pipe, Deanna Parks, Marty Johnson, and Coby Fowler. And of course Tam Oliver, who sat in her throne chair in the reception area pretending she wasn't eavesdropping.

My business, Taken by Surprise, Garden Designs, had thrived over the last few years because of their hard work. And getting any specialized landscaping business to thrive in this day and age was notable, but here in small-town Freedom, Ohio, it was a miracle. This was middle-class country, the heart of the Midwest, and I charged upper-class prices for my day-in, day-out yard makeovers.

It was the bad experiences with my rap-sheeted workers that made me question my hiring practices. Currently, one worker in particular.

"So, no one's seen him?" I asked, looking down the long rectangular table. It was littered with soda cans, coffee cups, and the sad remains of two dozen Krispy Kremes.

"Not since he left yesterday afternoon." Deanna twirled a pencil like a baton. "Said he had an appointment he couldn't miss. And he was all dolled up too. I smelled him coming through a closed door."

The "he" in question was Jean-Claude Reaux, who tended to wear too much cologne, and who was currently MIA. He'd worked for me three years.

He'd started out as a laborer, but I soon noticed he had an uncanny instinct for finding unique items and fabrics to go with my designs. He still did labor -- we all did -- but now he had a lot more input on these design meetings.

Like the one we were in now.

Like the one he hadn't shown up for.

"We can't wait much longer," Kit put in. Kit was my right-hand man.

I found myself staring at him. Not because he was six-foot-five, 250 pounds. Or that his eyes had been tattooed with dark liner sometime in the late eighties. It was because I couldn't get used to the sight of him with hair.

Hair, of all things.

This from a man who practically spit-shined the skull tattoo on his bald head. The tattoo now covered with downy soft-looking brown fuzz.

"Stop staring," he said.

"I can't help it."

He growled. "Try."

"I kind of like it," Deanna said.

Lord, was she blushing? I groaned. I didn't need Deanna having a crush on Kit. Interoffice romances were somewhat prohibited (I'd been known to bend the rules), but that wasn't why. It was because I really didn't want to see anything happen to Deanna -- Kit's live-in girlfriend, Daisy, was the jealous type.

Or so I'd heard. No one had ever seen her. Not even once.

Which certainly piqued my nosiness.

"Me too," Coby singsonged, and batted his eyelashes.

Kit's eyes narrowed. In a dangerous whisper he said, "See what you did?"

"Me?" I asked. "What did I do?"

"You stared."

"Oh for heaven's sake. Sue me." At Kit's growl, I rushed on. "So, where were we?"

"Staring." Deanna's cheeks were still rosy.

Kit crushed a Mountain Dew can.

I ignored him and riffled through the papers in the file in front of me. "No, before that."

"Jean-Claude," Marty supplied, reaching for another Krispy Kreme.

"Oh yeah."

"This isn't the first time he's been a no-show," Kit reminded.

No, it wasn't. So far this month, Jean-Claude had come in late twice and hadn't bothered to show at all three times. Four if you counted today.

Not a good track record. Especially considering we were only two weeks into July.

Any sane boss would fire him.

Unfortunately, I'd come to recognize in my twenty-nine years that I leaned to the right side of normal.

"No one knows what he's up to?" I asked, looking for some explanation. "Marty?"

"Me?" he mumbled over a mouth full of glazed doughnut.

The phone rang in the front room, and I heard Tam answer it. Maybe it was Jean-Claude? Calling in? With a doozy of an excuse?

Because if he didn't have a doozy of an excuse, I really would have to fire him. Sooner or later.

Sooner probably if Kit's glare was any indication.

Inwardly I groaned. I hated firing people.

Tam stuck her head in the door. "Nina?"

I looked up, hopeful. "Is that Jean-Claude?"

She shook her head, her tight curls not budging. "No. It's Lindsey Lockhart. She said she's running late and won't be able to make it until ten. Is that okay?"

My hands immediately turned damp. "Yeah. That's fine. We're running behind here anyway."

"Okay." She turned slowly and walked away, her belly leading. Tam was due in five weeks, and I didn't know what I was going to do without her while she was on maternity leave.

I thought back to my newest commandment and wondered if I should hire a temp through a reputable agency. Only that might ruffle Ana's feathers. My cousin Ana Bertoli was a probation officer who sent me her probationers when someone had trouble finding a job or if I needed a new hire.

Ana would live if I hired a temp. I'd live too.

Probably. Hopefully.

"Jean-Claude," Kit reminded me when I looked down at my file.

Deanna twirled her pencil baton. "I can take over his workload for tomorrow's makeover."

"I can pitch in too," Marty chimed in, picking doughnut crumbs from the napkin in front of him with dark fingers.

"Me too," Coby offered.

I looked at Kit. "It's a given," he said.

And it was. I could count on Kit for anything. That's why I had to be careful with this newest commandment. I had hired a lot of great people over the years, criminal records and all.

Continues...


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Meet the Author

Heather Webber writes mysteries in between running her three children to and from various sporting and school events, actively avoiding housework, and wishing someone would give her backyard a Taken by Surprise makeover. This native of Massachusetts was uprooted and transplanted to a little cranny of southwest Ohio shortly after marrying her high school sweetheart.

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Digging Up Trouble (Nina Quinn Series #3) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
wordbyword More than 1 year ago
Highly recommend. Buy it!
kellyrae99 More than 1 year ago
This is the 3rd book in the Nina Quinn series and it just keeps getting better. I'm a huge Heather Webber fan - I read 3 of her other series. If you enjoy cozies and gardening, give this series a try.
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A good read from start to finish!
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harstan More than 1 year ago
New Client Lindsey Lockhart hires Nina Quinn¿s firm Taken by Surprise, Garden Designs, to spruce up her yard. Nina and her employees, ex-cons sent her way by her cousin probation officer Ana Bertolli, are in the yard when an angry man arrives. He yells at them to leave his property before suddenly keeling over and dying. Nina is stunned that Lindsey, the aunt of her stepson, sent her to do a make over of the yard of her neighbor Russ Grabinsky without his or his wife¿s permission. --- Russ¿ not grieving spouse Greta sues Nina and her firm for wrongful death. At the same time, the police rule it is murder and look at Nina and her probationers as the prime suspects. Though beleaguered and in trouble, Nina realizes no one grieves for the deceased, which has her looking elsewhere for the motive. --- Once again beleaguered but kind Nina learns that ¿Murder is a Growth Industry¿ when all she wants is for her landscaping business to thrive. The latest cozy has a different twist than her two previous amateur sleuth investigations (see TROUBLE IN SPADES and A HOE LOT OF TROUBLE) as this time the prime suspect is the heroine. The who-done-it is fun as she struggles to avoid a murder rap and save her business from a wrongful death lawsuit with the help of her ex-con employees. --- Harriet Klausner