Coastal Corpse

by Rena Leith

Overview

Happily settled in her cozy cottage with its resident ghost, Cass Peake looks forward to Halloween. Then another corpse is found on her beachfront. With the support of family and her ghostly roommate, Cass investigates. To her dismay, she finds the murder victim handled her goofy neighbor's trust fund and he was in dire need of money. The suspect list grows with a former husband, another needy relative, and a maybe shady accountant who suddenly disappears. To top it all off, rumours circulate about treasure hidden in Cass's cottage. Detective George Ho doesn't like his ex-girlfriend snooping around. Despite that, sparks still fly between him and Cass. But superstitious George has no idea Cass's home is haunted. Can Cass solve the mystery and renew the romance with her ghost-adverse ex?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781509227204
Publisher:	Wild Rose Press
Publication date:	09/30/2019
Series:	A Cass Peake Cozy Mystery , #2
Pages:	246
Product dimensions:	5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.52(d)

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CHAPTER 1

The light breeze riffled my hair as I squinted against the light glittering off the ever-shifting deep blue bay. September had been warm, but now a late October chill sharpened the air. The clear air carried voices down to me. I turned, expecting to see my brother Jack and his wife Gillian. They would be joining me for the first Halloween in my new house.

But they weren't there. Instead, several people chatted on my neighbor Dave's Krumpipe's deck. From a distance, it looked like three men and a woman. I recognized Dave. The quintessential surfer dude, he was medium height, muscular, towheaded, and lived to party up in San Francisco with his friends. I'd never known him to turn down an invitation to a party or a meal. He'd even eat my burned baking attempts.

An olive green jeep pulled into my yard. When Jack and Gillian got out and waved, I headed toward them.

"Cass!" Dave called.

I swung toward him and paused to wait. "Hi, Dave."

"Hey, Cass. I'd like you to meet my Aunt Amelia. She's visiting for a few days."

Amelia put her slender, beringed hand out. "Hi, Cass. Dave's told me so much about you."

I shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."

She had a firm grip for a small woman. Slightly shorter than I, her hair was chestnut brown like mine and her build slender, but the resemblance stopped there. Her eyes were vivid blue while mine were green with a small golden ring around the iris.

"And this is my cousin Niles. He's a doctor."

Niles was dark to Dave's light. His curly hair framed a high brow, and his eyes were so dark the pupils were almost invisible. He smiled lopsidedly, reminding me of Dave, and then held out his hand. "Not quite yet. I'm doing a residency at St. Agnes'."

"Pleased to meet you. Are you staying in the area?"

"Sharing an apartment with other residents, but I'll be visiting Dave from time to time. We're getting reacquainted. I've been busy with school."

I gestured between Amelia and Niles. "Mother and son?"

"Oh, no." Niles shook his head. "No, my mother died when I was a teenager, but Aunt Amelia has been like a mother to both of us. She runs the family trust."

The third man's cough was a hack. I wondered if he smoked.

Amelia raised an eyebrow. "My accountant Gerry Waverley. He's here to help redo some paperwork for us."

Gerry dipped his head as he stepped forward.

My first impression of him was that he was beige. Nothing about him stood out. I let go of his damp hand as quickly as I could.

"It's great to meet you all. I'm having a drop-in party on Halloween night. You're all invited. Many people will be in costumes, but don't let that stop you."

Jack and Gillian joined us. They were both tall, but at six foot two my brother dwarfed me.

Amelia shook Jack's hand. "We were about to order some Chinese food. Would you like to eat with us at Dave's?"

She was as friendly as Dave. I'd only planned to order pizza, so her offer appealed to me. "What do you say, guys?"

"Sounds good to me." Jack answered quickly, and I guessed that he was hungry after their drive from Berkeley.

Gillian had opened her mouth, but she turned whatever her comment was going to be into a smile. My younger brother could be such a little boy sometimes. It was a good thing she loved him so much.

"Excellent!" Amelia said. "Let's say five for cocktails. It's been a long day."

"See you then." I rounded up Jack and Gillian, waved bye to Dave and his group, and pushed on up to the house to help with their luggage. I glanced at my watch. We had enough time to get them unpacked and talk for a bit before dinner.

"What have you got in this box?" I lugged a heavy cardboard box up to my door.

"Wait and see." Jack opened the door for me and dropped his suitcase down inside.

I set the box on my coffee table. Gillian followed us with her suitcase and beeped the car lock.

"My first Halloween here in my house and the first since the divorce." I spread my arms to encompass my beloved little Arts and Crafts bungalow by the sea. "This place was such a find! Bless you, Doris, wherever you are for chasing away other potential buyers and saving this cozy cottage for me!"

"Here! Here!" My little brother got a beer out of the fridge, raised it in salute, and took a deep swig. We'd resembled each other more when young before he shot up like a rocket. Now he was the tall, athletic one. He looked like an ad for a hiking magazine while I had become a suburban housewife, attending book clubs and experimenting with recipes. I shook myself. That hadn't been me even when I'd lived that life. It had been a role, but I was free now. Free to go hiking up in the redwoods if I felt like it.

Gillian, always empathetic, put an arm around my shoulder, yanking me out of my reverie. "Don't spoil your dinner. We're happy to be here to help you celebrate, Cass. I brought a few decorations from our stash in Berkeley. Plus ..." Gillian tucked a blonde curl behind her right ear and reached into the box I'd set on the table to pull out a bottle. "Champagne!"

"So that's what was so heavy!"

Jack snatched it from her. "Let's put that in the fridge, Sweet Pea. My sis isn't fond of warm champagne."

"These days I'll take my champagne any way I can get it." I gazed around at the lovely woodwork that needed refinishing and the ceiling that needed repainting and wondered, not for the first time, if I'd erred in putting all my cash into this place a few months ago.

"Money problems already?" Jack frowned.

"I knew it would be tight when I used everything from my divorce to buy this place, but I also knew I wouldn't be able to get a mortgage without a job. I wanted a place of my own." I thought of the peeling burgundy and navy trim on the light blue exterior that would need painting soon.

"What about the web site business you started with Ricardo and Mia?" Gillian handed Jack the bottle.

"It's one client at a time as we get it up and running. I've already used the initial money from Brendan's Dust and Dreams bookstore site. I hope he'll buy the maintenance contract. We're kind of stuck with the design for Crystalline. Samantha's a tough customer. Her web site is more complex. It's going to take more time." I rubbed my bottom lip.

Gillian twisted her mouth. "How hard can it be to create a web site for a store that sells such beautiful jewelry?"

"The jewelry is easy, but Crystalline isn't only about jewelry. Samantha carries crystals and semi-precious gems of all sizes, shapes, and types. You've seen the ones set in wands and atop walking sticks or in wizard figurines."

Gillian raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to one side. "True, but if you focus on that, you could lose the gift and jewelry customers like me."

I glanced at my watch. "We'd better head over to Dave's."

Jack finished his beer and dropped the bottle in recycling as we trooped out the back door. The sun hadn't set yet, but by this time next week daylight savings would kick in and it would be dark at this hour. September had been warm, but daytime temps dropped to around 64 Fahrenheit these days.

Dave had the deck light on, and the door opened at our approach. "C'mon in!" Dave gave me a hug.

"Thanks for inviting us." I unzipped my jacket and hung it on his pronged metal coat rack. Dave's décor was eclectic. His lava light glowed and bubbled in the corner. A Moro pirate and his wife glowered down at us from the wall. I stopped myself. Who was to say that she wasn't also a pirate?

Dave had a small bamboo bar in the corner of his living room nearest the kitchen. He walked over to the bar, reached down, and grabbed a laminated drinks list that he set on the bar top. "Your pleasure."

I laughed. "I see you've done this before." I scanned the list while Dave reached into his mini-fridge, pulled out an IPA, opened the bottle, and handed it to Jack. "Hope you like pale ale."

"You read my mind." Jack took a deep swig.

I ran my finger down the list. "I'll have an Amaretto Sour."

Dave lifted the Amaretto and started mixing as Gillian looked over my shoulder at the list. I moved aside.

"Oh, a vodka gimlet please."

Dave placed my drink on a cocktail napkin in front of me. A moment later, Gillian had hers, garnished with a slice of lime and a sprig of mint.

"Dave, you're a genius."

Amelia coughed behind us. "I've set dinner up buffet style. Dave has such a collection of chairs and small tables. Seat yourselves anywhere." Amelia gestured at the table and plates of various Asian foods.

Jack was the first to oblige, snatching up a plate and loading it with Changsha chicken and prawns with walnuts. He headed toward a table for two, but Gillian nodded her head toward a couple of couches around a kidney-shaped coffee table. When he took the hint, she smiled at him. Though neither one saw me, I smiled, too.

I stood at the table, trying to make up my mind.

"Take a bit of everything. That's what I do." Amelia picked up a plate.

"It all looks so good." I took noodles, a spring roll, and garlic broccoli.

"Are you vegetarian?"

I shook my head, spearing a prawn. "Not really although I try periodically. Wave a slice of pepperoni pizza in front of me, and I cave."

Amelia laughed. "I ordered the Asian food to break the boys' pizza habit."

"Y'know, Clem's Clam Shack has a few healthy pizza choices although I've never been able to get Jack to go for the heavy veggie, light cheese, thin crust version."

"I can't imagine Dave going for that one, either." Amelia glanced over at Niles and Dave, who squabbled good-naturedly. "Like yin and yang those two."

"They certainly look very different. I didn't know Dave had any family, but then again I've only lived next door a few months."

"You and your brother bear a striking resemblance. It's nice to have family particularly in times of trouble." Amelia led the way to a small table near the lava lamp. "Dave told me a bit about the house you bought. Are you comfortable there?"

"To answer your question, yes, I am. I've upgraded a few things but I like the Arts and Crafts style with all the built-in cabinets and the beautiful dark woodwork, so I'm preserving much of the décor and furniture. I bought the place as is with all contents."

"Sounds like a great deal." She paused for a bite. "You are aware that Dave paid the taxes on your house for a while."

"Yes." My stomach flipped. Was she staking a claim? "I thought it was odd that he'd do that, but he explained some of the house's backstory and told me he was afraid of what might happen to the place. He didn't want it torn down and replaced with a monster home that would block his view. Turns out anyone can pay the taxes." I couldn't tell her that a ghost chased owners away so all he had to do was keep it from falling into the government's hands. I quit babbling.

Amelia let me wait while she finished her Pad Thai.

Damn. She was good. Dave said she controlled their family trust. She'd be a tough negotiator.

A shiver of a smile touched her lips. "Relax. I'm not implying anything. I'm merely curious about your relationship with Dave." She sipped her tea.

"We're friends." I bit my lip.

She nodded. "Dave feels the same way. Does Dave do any work for you?"

I frowned. "No, but I'm sure he'd help out if I asked."

"So, no handyman work? No paying him cash under the table?"

"Again, no, but I'd certainly pay him if he did a job for me ... and if I had the money to pay him."

Her eyebrows lifted. "I see."

I was sure she did and wanted to change the subject. "Do you live nearby?"

"No, I live in Seattle. But occasionally I rent a place down here that's close by. I like to keep an eye on my boys." She hesitated. "And there's an old friend who's taken a job down here ... I may look him up." She glanced over at Jack and Gillian. "It's nice to connect with ... family."

"Yes, it is." I wiped my mouth and put my napkin on my plate.

"Would you like more?"

"No, I'm through. Thank you so much for dinner, but we should be going. Jack and Gillian will be tired after their drive." I rose.

Gillian took my cue and, picking up her plate, also stood.

Amelia shook her head. "Leave your dishes where they are. The boys will clear. Thank you so much for coming."

Dave, always the good host, jumped up to get my jacket and hold it for me.

"Don't forget to come over for our Halloween party."

"Wouldn't miss it." Dave held the door for us.

"See you then!" I shivered as the night air hit me and scurried across what passed for Dave's yard. This close to the beach the soil was mostly sand.

"Did you lock the back door?" Jack asked.

"Nope."

Jack beat us in, but I was close on his heels. "How about some hot chocolate before bed?"

"Love some." Gillian swept her coat off and hung it up.

I searched the pantry for the chocolate. "I wanted to ask you guys to help me unload some Halloween decorations from my car, but it can wait until morning."

"Thank you," Jack said. "I wouldn't mind going to bed early. What did you think of Dave's family?"

"His aunt asked me if I'd paid him under the table for work around here. I thought that was a bit strange. Why didn't she ask him?" I took mugs out of the cabinet.

Gillian made her own cocoa, preferring less sugar than I liked. "Maybe she did and was verifying what he said. You know, checking up on him. I thought she was pretty sharp."

I microwaved a steaming mug and handed it to Jack. "Careful. It's hot."

He blew on the drink. "Niles seemed cool. Very different from Dave."

"No kidding! Definitely not a surfer."

After I warmed my own for a minute ten, we sat around the trestle table in the kitchen and enjoyed the chocolate silently for a few comfortable minutes.

Jack finished his first and pushed aside the mug. "Do me a favor and lock your doors tonight. I won't be able to sleep if you don't."

"Sure thing. I usually do, but we were only going over to Dave's."

Jack crinkled his nose. "There are crazies in this world. I want you to be safe." He placed his cup in the sink. "And to that end I'm going to check your whole house before we go to bed."

Gillian joined him. "I'll help."

"I'll lock the doors and clean up the kitchen."

Running the hot water, I squirted in some lemon detergent. In a jiff the cups were washed, dried, and returned to the cupboard. Then I went to the front and back doors and drove home the deadbolts.

Jack stepped down the circular stairs from my loft, leaving the light on up there. "All clear. We're heading for bed. 'Nite."

"Good night."

I turned on the hall nightlight, turned off the lights downstairs, and went up to my own cozy room. Thor, my big furry black cat, stretched then greeted me with a raspy meow. He gracefully jumped off the bed and padded downstairs to begin his nocturnal meanderings. Yawning, I changed into my cotton pajamas, switched off my bedside lamp, and curled under the covers.

Moonlight softly lit my bedroom as I drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 2

I had a lot to do today. Good thing I had help. I dressed quickly and drank a cup of coffee before Gillian joined me, every hair in place. I had no idea how she did it.

I yawned. "Morning."

She popped a pod into the coffee machine. "Jack'll be out in a few minutes. It takes him a while to get the blood flowing."

"Runs in the family." I yawned again.

Gillian pulled a face as she added half and half. "Did you get enough sleep?"

"I'm not sure what's wrong with me. Lack of oxygen. Want eggs?"

"Eggs would be great. I have some breathing exercises that might help." She sat down with her coffee.

Jack joined us. "Feels like a lazy day to me. Vacay."

"Don't even get in that mindset. We have loads to do today."

I whipped up a batch of scrambled eggs with cream cheese and dill. As I put the platter of eggs on the oak trestle table, someone rapped on the back door. I pushed the worn charcoal and ivory ticking café curtain aside to reveal Dave standing on the stoop.

"Does he have radar? He shows up whenever we're eating." Gillian helped herself to the eggs.

"Food radar," I said as I opened the door. "C'mon in, Dave. Want some breakfast?"

"I can leave if I'm interrupting." But he made no move to go.

I smiled and shook my head. "No need. We have plenty."

"Here." Gillian handed Dave a plate.

He helped himself to the eggs and sat down next to Jack. I scanned the food on the table and added blueberry muffins I'd baked in anticipation of Jack and Gillian's visit along with a carafe of orange juice.

"Coffee, Dave?"

"No, thanks. I had several cups this morning already."

"I'm surprised you aren't having breakfast with your aunt and cousin." I served myself.

Dave pushed his eggs around his plate. "I needed to get out of there. Everyone was arguing. Loudly."

I exchanged a look with Gillian. Dave was not himself this morning. Jack perked up after eating.

"At least you have a trust fund, so things can't be too bad. My sister doesn't have a safety net with her money issues."

(Continues…)

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