Three Can Keep a Secret (Stella Crown Series #2)

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When Stella Crown hires a new farmhand to help run her Pennsylvania dairy business, she gets more than she bargained for. The Mennonite widow arrives burdened not only with grief, but with rumors of infidelity and murder. And a young child. Stella herself is battling deep sorrow over the loss of her long-time friend and employee Howie and worries over her shaky finances. Before you know it, she is coping with an influx of nasty in-laws, heartbroken beaus, and spiteful vandalism. Determined to protect herself and ...

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When Stella Crown hires a new farmhand to help run her Pennsylvania dairy business, she gets more than she bargained for. The Mennonite widow arrives burdened not only with grief, but with rumors of infidelity and murder. And a young child. Stella herself is battling deep sorrow over the loss of her long-time friend and employee Howie and worries over her shaky finances. Before you know it, she is coping with an influx of nasty in-laws, heartbroken beaus, and spiteful vandalism. Determined to protect herself and her farm, Stella sets out to discover the truth while trying to give her new employee a respectful benefit of the doubt.
Meanwhile, Stella's good friend and fellow biker Lenny is riding a crisis. At one moment jovial, the next angry and suspicious, Lenny is haunted by pain and secrets he won't share with Stella. His odd behavior is soon complimented by bizarre attacks on his home and his business.
Now there are two people close to Stella with undisclosed pasts. And the saying, "Three can keep a secret, if two are dead," suddenly gains new and terrible meaning.

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Stella Crown is trying to hold body, soul and Pennsylvania dairy farm together when help comes in the form of a young Mennonite widow, Lucy Lapp. Stella takes to strong-willed and fearless Lucy immediately, but is also suspicious: as soon as Lucy moves to the farm, all manner of strange things happen. Teens coat the garage in nasty graffiti; Stella receives an anonymous phone call urging her to look into her "new hire's past." Stella begins to suspect the worst-did Lucy's husband really die accidentally, or did Lucy murder him? Stella tries to nail down the circumstances of Lucy's widowhood, but Lucy is evasive. Indeed, Stella's willingness to put up with her employee's prevarications is the one flaw in an otherwise engrossing, strong mystery: most small-business owners would insist on getting to the bottom of things sooner. Still, the novel's conclusion, which reveals the reasons for Lucy's hedging, is satisfying and surprising. Subtle local color-controversy between two fissiparous Mennonite churches-is an added plus. In this second Stella Crown mystery (after 2004's Till the Cows Come Home), Clemens has a winner. (July) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Judy Clemens returns with the second installment of her highly original series focused on Stella Crown. The first book, Till The Cows Come Home, earned an Agatha Award nomination.
In Three Can Keep A Secret (Poisoned Pen Press, 254 pages, $24.95), Crown hires a farmhand with a young daughter to help around her Pennsylvania/Mennonite-country dairy farm. Stella needs the assistance because she recently sustained some pretty brutal injuries pursuing one of her more colorful hobbies — she spilled her Harley (Stella favors a 1988 Low Rider).
Stella is an interesting and engaging creation — a motorcycle-riding dairy farmer boasting tattoos and an occasionally salty tongue. This isn't "cozy" country, by a long shot ("That Harley is all I have of a life outside this farm," Stella, who narrates, confesses, "and most of my friends are bikers.")
Clemens, who lives in Ohio, also fronts her book with an interesting juxtaposition of epigrams: The first is dated 1755 and attributed to "Thirteen Mennonite Ministers of Pennsylvania." The second, which supplies the novel with its title, is the motto of the Hell's Angels: "Three can keep a secret, if two are dead."
Crown bonds quickly with Lucy Lapp and her young daughter, Tess, who is 8. But shortly after moving Lucy and Tess onto her property, some disturbing rumors begin to surface about the widow Lapp.
It seems some think that Lucy's husband's fatal fall may have resulted from a push. The true secret behind that plunge is one of the novel's startling, and most wrenching revelations.
Many mystery series or writers are easy to categorize or to group. Clemens, and Stella Crown, are unique, and the mix of bikes, violent death andthe respectfully rendered faith that centers many of the characters makes for a fresh and compelling mix. — Craig McDonald, ThisWeek (August 4, 2005)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781590583050
  • Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press
  • Publication date: 8/6/2006
  • Series: Stella Crown Series , #2
  • Pages: 244
  • Product dimensions: 5.36 (w) x 8.28 (h) x 0.61 (d)

Meet the Author

Judy Clemens was born and raised a Mennonite, and is still involved with the church. She lives in rural Ohio, where she is pleased to see women in leadership in every aspect of the community. Dairy farming is not a part of her daily life, for which she is grateful, since it's such a difficult job. She lives in an old farmhouse with her family, and their livestock consists of four housecats.

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Three Can Keep a Secret


By Judy Clemens

Poisoned Pen Press

Copyright © 2005 Judy Clemens
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-59058-184-9


Chapter One

Dr. Rachel Peterson stepped back and shook her head. "I have to tell you, Stella. I'm concerned."

I glanced down at my arm where my tattoo, which used to say, "To thine own self be true," lay disfigured by unadorned skin taken from my back. My leg, previously unmarked, would forever sport white patches of scarring after the motorcycle accident five weeks earlier had thoroughly scraped the skin off the entire left half of my body. It also itched like hell. I looked up at the doc. "I thought you said the road burns were healing nicely."

"They are. It's the rest of you I'm worried about." She picked up my chart. "Your complexion is gray, you've got circles under your eyes the size of hoofprints, and you've lost thirteen pounds in five weeks. Not to mention your ribs aren't healing."

"I'm sorry."

She let out a laugh. "You're sorry? I don't want an apology. I want changes. You can't go on like this."

I eased myself off the examining table and started pulling on my clothes, not trusting myself to speak.

"Stella," Dr. Peterson said, "please. Sit down for a minute."

I turned around, my shorts in my hand, but didn't sit. It would take too much energy to get back up.

Dr. Peterson's eyes glowedwith kindness. "It's not just the physical exertion, I know."

I fiddled with a belt loop on my shorts.

Her voice was soothing, and soft. "Grief can tear you apart, if you let it. Do you have anyone to talk to?"

I shrugged, not wanting to be thinking about this. Around the same time I wrecked my bike I also lost my long-time farmhand and mentor, Howie Archer. My dairy cows didn't seem to notice the difference, but my dog Queenie and I felt Howie's absence every day.

"I'm talking to you," I said.

"No, Stella. You're not."

I turned back around and resumed putting on my clothes. The doctor sighed. "Can you find someone to listen? Someone you trust. A friend, your minister."

I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose. I had friends. Friends who cared, who would be there for me. I supposed I could talk to Ma Granger's minister, if I wanted to go the church route. The problem was, I didn't want to talk. To anyone.

"Okay," Dr. Peterson said. "You know how I feel about that. And about the farm work you've been doing."

"Find me a competent employee, and I'll start taking it easy."

"Stella-"

"I mean it. How am I supposed to get my cows milked twice a day and maintain the rest of the farm without working twenty-four seven? I have Zach Granger helping, but he's only fourteen. I can't expect him to work full-time. And he heads back to school next week."

"You are looking for someone to hire?"

"The farming grapevine is alive and hopping, well aware of my needs. Plus, I've got ads in the local papers and in Hoard's Dairyman."

"Which is ...?"

"The national magazine for dairy farmers."

"Ah. Any calls yet?"

"So far, I've had two very un-recovered alcoholics, one seventeen- year-old, a chick who'd never seen a cow in real life, and a guy who assumed I was the farmer's wife."

"Uh oh."

"He stayed as long as it took for me to personally lift him back into his truck."

Dr. Peterson laughed, but shook her finger at me. "Exactly the kind of activity you shouldn't be doing."

"Plus," I continued, "I've had several kids from the Delaware Valley College Ag program, but they can only promise a year or two, and only part-time."

"Which would be better than nothing till you find someone else."

I ran my fingers through my hair. "I know. I was just hoping to find a hand who would stick around a while. I don't want to go through this hiring thing again anytime soon." She patted my good arm. "The right person will show up before you know it."

I grunted.

"And until then, you need to get some help. Even if it's just temporary."

"I have someone coming to apply this afternoon. Probably'll turn out to be a serial killer or religious fanatic or something."

She laughed again and led me down the hallway toward the reception area. "I want to see you again next week. No excuses."

I saluted weakly. "Yes, sir, ma'am."

She stopped at the desk and handed the receptionist my chart. "And until then, you can call me if you need someone to talk to. Now go get some supper. And eat it all."

I left the office, holding my ribs as I walked down the stairs outside. The sky was a vibrant blue, spotted with puffy white clouds, and the sun beat down on the blacktopped parking lot with ferocity. I opened both doors of my truck to let it air out before climbing in.

It was a beautiful August day.

And I was miserable.

Chapter Two

On an average day the traffic on Old 309 is so bad I want to swerve around traffic and speed by on the gravel shoulder. That day, on the way home from Doc Peterson's, there wasn't even room to do that. I took deep breaths to calm my rising blood pressure and craned my neck to see what was holding us up. Couldn't see a thing.

Fifteen minutes later I finally got a glimpse of the traffic light at Bethlehem Pike and Route 113. The changing of the light's colors made no impact on the flow of traffic, since a police officer stood in the intersection directing vehicles around an accident. As I crawled by I did my share of rubber-necking, but couldn't see anything other than a pickup with a bashed-in front end. The ambulance must've already left, since the only people I saw were emergency folks trying to rid the road of glass.

It brought back way too many memories of my accident just weeks before.

Finally free of the worst of it, I drove the remaining distance to my house and pulled into the lane, parking in the shade of a maple tree. A well-used Ford Taurus sat in the drive, and a woman stood leaning against the door, her face turned toward me. I stepped down from the truck, careful of my sore ribs. The woman stood up straight, her expression anxious.

I walked toward her. "You must be Lucy."

She scrutinized my clothes and tattoos-especially the one of the cow skull emblazoned on the back of my neck that peeked around underneath my ears. "And you must be the boss."

"Name's Stella." I stuck out my hand, and she shook it firmly. So far, so good. In the next few minutes I was sure she'd do something to disqualify herself, but until then I'd hope for the best. She looked the most promising of the candidates I'd seen so far, even if she was a bit small.

"Your last name's Lapp, right?" I asked. "Sounds Mennonite."

She smiled slightly. "It is. I'm Mennonite to the core. Is your next question going to be why I don't look Amish?"

"Sorry to disappoint you. Living around here, I know plenty of Mennonites who wear jeans." Such as the entire clan of Grangers, including Abe, my best friend since I was ten. "Not too much about the Mennos could surprise me anymore. Now, if you don't mind waiting a few minutes, I'll change my clothes and we can get to work."

"All right if I walk around a bit?"

I pursed my lips, not sure I wanted some stranger snooping around. I finally decided she couldn't do too much harm in such a short time. "Suit yourself."

I started jogging to the house, slowing to a walk when my ribs protested.

In my bedroom I took a second to roll my neck and ponder the woman outside. Physically, we were exact opposites. At five-nine, I could look straight over her head. Bulk-wise I could throw her down and truss her up in a matter of seconds. Not that I'm fat. My body is basically one big muscle. No curves, no softness, just angles and bones. Especially now I'd lost that weight the doctor was complaining about.

Lucy was built more like a cheerleader-short, with curves in all the right places. But older. Her skin tone and the lines beside her eyes said she definitely wasn't in high school anymore. And the look in those same eyes was tired, and hard. Had to be a story there. I wondered if she'd be around long enough for me to learn what it was.

Once I'd donned my barn boots, jeans, and T-shirt, and had popped one of my Motrin, I found her outside, checking out the site where my heifer barn had burned to the ground a little over a month before.

She turned when gravel crunched under my boots. "Electric?" she asked, indicating the barn.

"Arson."

That sparked some interest, but I wasn't ready to fill her in until I knew she was staying.

"Ready to milk?" I headed toward the milking parlor, and she soon followed.

Zach was guiding the cows into their stalls when we arrived. My collie, Queenie, lay in her usual corner. She got up and trotted over to me, ignoring Lucy, which meant she must've checked her out already and decided Lucy was okay. Score one for Lucy.

"Hey, Zach," I said. "This is Lucy Lapp. She's applying for the farmhand position."

He clipped a cow into her stall and came over, wiping his hand on his jeans before offering it to her.

"Hi, Lucy," he said. "Don't let Stella intimidate you. She's not as scary as she looks."

"Gee, thanks, Zach," I said.

Lucy's lips twitched, but the impression of humor was fleeting. Gee, this one was a laugh a minute.

"Why don't you help Zach get the girls in," I said to Lucy. "I'm going to go see about my temporary help."

Zach grinned, knowing I meant Abe.

"Did you check on Poppy?" I asked Zach. To Lucy I said, "We have a cow soon to calve, and Zach and I have a bet going as to when she'll produce. The sooner the better, for my wager."

Zach's grin grew. "She's still huge."

"Don't count your calves before they're hatched," I said, and left Lucy in his capable hands.

When I got to the office I peered through the window in the door to see if Abe was there. He sat at the desk, chin on his fists, staring at the computer screen. He worked weekdays at Rockefeller Dairy, doing their books, and spent every other available moment doing charity work for me. I was surprised he wasn't asleep.

I took a moment to study him and wonder where our relationship was headed. He had brought home another woman the month before, and I had finally admitted-to myself and to him-that I wasn't sure I liked it. He didn't like it either and was eager to pledge me his unending devotion. I wasn't quite there yet. I had suffered through a quick and painful romance with a barn painter at the same time Abe had brought the city gal home, so I wasn't sure I was ready for just one man, no matter how much I cared about him.

I pushed open the door, and he jumped. "Geez, you scared me."

"Sorry. Didn't mean to."

He spun his chair around. "What did the doctor have to say?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "And that's your business because ...?" "Because I care about you. And your health."

"Oh." I considered that, and felt Dr. Peterson's presence beckoning me to share my feelings. She might be right, but that didn't mean I had to like it. "Let's just say I'm not her model patient."

"Surprise, surprise."

"I told her if she found me a farmhand I'd slack off a bit."

"Then let's hope today's the day. Lucy Lapp should be here any minute."

I cocked my head. "She's in the parlor, helping Zach."

"Oh. I guess I missed her driving in."

"That's unlike you. What's so fascinating on the computer?"

He looked at me warily. "You sure you want to know?"

"Oh God, Abe, not girlie sites?"

Red rushed to his face. "You know me better than that."

I laughed. "And I know you'd never stray off the straight and narrow. So what was it?"

"Well...."

"Come on."

"Okay. You know your finances aren't any too hot right now."

"Tell me another one."

Since the shit hit the fan a month before, I'd been lucky to keep my phone and utilities paid up, and food on my table. It had been discovered that my cows were producing tainted milk because of their food, so besides having my feed stores cleaned out and new feed brought in, I'd had to milk my cows for several days and watch the milk get carted away for destruction until the FDA had proclaimed my herd "cured." Needless to say, the government wasn't giving me any help with the money, and insurance interpreted the situation as an Act of Terrorism and was therefore denying reimbursement. After September Eleven insurance companies had to rethink their stance on terrorism claims, but so far their policy changes hadn't done me any good. Thank God for the free help I'd been getting from Zach and Abe, along with some charity from other folks. Not that my farming friends have much to give-time or money.

"Anyway," Abe said, "I've been thinking about some of the extra expenses that have come up lately. Your truck has been giving you problems, you'll need money to hire a new farmhand, and of course there's the obvious project of the heifer barn."

"I can fix the truck myself, I was paying Howie anyway, and insurance will pay for most of the barn."

Abe ignored me. "I've been studying some possible sideline incomes."

"Oh, great. Waitressing in between milkings? Bagging at the grocery store?"

"Something here at the farm. Did you know the Hoffmans are considering an ice cream parlor?"

"What?"

Marty and Rochelle Hoffman were other small-time dairy farmers, good friends of mine. "They haven't mentioned it to me," I said.

"You have enough to think about these days. They didn't want to burden you worrying about them. Anyway, there are all kinds of things to do. Run a vegetable stand, sell flowers, let a phone company build a cell tower on your land, rent out one of the barns for parties-"

"For Pete's sake, Abe. Next thing you'll be wanting me to give hayrides and have Easter egg hunts."

He shrugged. "Why not?"

"First off, I scare children."

He grinned. "Only ones who don't know you."

"Second, we have no barn to spare at the moment."

"That will change as soon as we get the heifer barn rebuilt, and you said insurance will be paying for it."

"Third, what should I tell Jude when he wants to plant my back acreage and he can't because the phone company's erecting a permanent eyesore?"

"All right, I understand those problems. But what about the other stuff?"

"Which?"

"Flowers and vegetables. Basically no contact with the public if you use the honor system, and it would take up lots less land than a phone tower."

"And I'm going to tend the plants with what time?"

He looked at me steadily. "How about the time you're putting into fixing up the bike that almost got you killed?"

I stared back at him. "That Harley is all I have of a life outside this farm, Abe. And most of my friends are bikers."

"I've offered you another way."

I stifled a groan. "Marry you and become the perfect yuppie wife?"

"Is that so unattractive?"

I pushed myself out of my chair. "Abe, you know you're one of my favorite people, and I appreciate all the work you've done for me. But this farm is all I have left of my parents. Of Howie. No matter how I feel about you, I'm not ready to abandon it."

He studied me. "Well, then, isn't it worth it to consider one or two of these other options? I want to help save the farm. You know I do."

I jammed my hands into my pockets and looked out the window at my house. I did love the place. But how much more sacrificing was I going to have to do for it?

"So leaving my bike behind and tending a garden has become my only option?"

He tapped on the computer screen. "I'm doing my best to come up with others. None of them leave much room for joyriding. But look at what it means in the end."

I turned slowly toward him. "What it means is I lose one more part of my life that brings me happiness. I don't have too many of those left."

He seemed about to say something, but I couldn't listen anymore. I left the room, closing the door a little harder than I meant to. I leaned against the wall and pushed on my temples with my fingers. It had been five weeks since my life had changed irrevocably, and I wasn't in a place to be adding more responsibilities to my already overflowing plate of chores. Let alone manage the stress that comes with trying out a new take on an old relationship.

I shoved myself away from the wall and went to check on my farmhand hopeful.

The cows were hooked into their stalls and Lucy was placing the milker on the first one when I got back to the parlor. Zach caught my eye over a cow's back and gave me an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2005

    Another Fresh Story

    I really loved Til The Cows Come Home (the first book in this series). It brought a new, likeable, and truly human protaganist by the name of Stella to the literary world. I thought the author would have a difficult time outdoing her first book with its numerous award nominations. BUT, I shouldn't have worried. Stella, the Harley riding dairy farmer with the Mennonite friends is back even better than the first time. This one made me laugh, made me cry, and made me stay up late because I couldn't put the book down until I finished it. Kudos to the author and to readers - give this one a try. I'm sure it will garner numerous award nominations and likely win.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

    more from this reviewer

    Brilliant storytelling

    Stella Crown owns and runs a dairy farm in Pennsylvania, but her life is anything bit smooth. She still recovers from injuries sustained over a month ago and grieves the death of a man who was like a father to her. Needing rest to foster her recuperation, Stella hires Mennonite widow Lucy Lapp who is accompanied by her eight year old daughter Tess..................... Almost from the moment that Lucy arrives on the scene, Stella has doubts about the wisdom of hiring the woman. She has received anonymous warning calls that her employee is a murderess, hostile in-laws demand custody of Tess, graffiti where Lucy lives implying the woman is a tramp, and a social worker who has a report that claims Tess is not receiving proper care. However, as Stella gets to know Lucy, she wonders if someone has mounted a successful smear campaign to destroy the woman. Stella also worries about her biker friend Lenny, who was beaten so severely he was hospitalized. He refuses to confide in her, which makes stubborn Stella try to help him even while she wonders why he rejects going to the police............... The protagonist is an interesting complex character who is impressed with biker culture while running her own dairy farm. These seemingly incompatible items somehow seem apropos with Stella. The mysteries surrounding the death of Lucy¿s husband and Lenny¿s refusal to fight against the malevolent bikers keep readers at a high alert trying to figure out both mysteries. Judy Clemens is a gifted mystery writer who is not going to remain a secret with novels like this one.............. Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2005

    I Love Stella Crown

    Pennsylvania dairy farmer Stella Crown is not having the best of times. She is grieving from the loss of the ranch hand she looked up to as a father, the man who revved her engines has flown the coop, and her friend Lenny may be reverting to his less-than-legal behavior. As she fears that he may once again be a ¿one percenter¿ ¿ the small number of outlaws who have given bikers a bad reputation ¿ she also discovers that the new employee she just hired may have a lot more baggage than Stella counted on. The Mennonite woman Lucy Lapp has a young daughter, hostile in-laws, and a past she is escaping, so Stella must decide whether to take the easy route and heed the warnings she¿s received or to circle the wagons and defend the woman who may be wrongly persecuted. Stella has built a lot of walls around her to protect herself, and now she has to choose whether to risk more hurt by letting those who love her to get closer and begin anew. I love Stella. She¿s a strong, tattooed, Harley-riding, single woman. I can relate. Plus, she¿s a stellar character, loyal to her friends with a sharp wit and a sharper tongue. Clemens' has followed her Anthony and Agatha-award nominee debut Til the Cows Come with a superb follow-up as she draws in readers and takes them swiftly to a riveting conclusion. I can¿t wait for her next novel. This is a series to watch.

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