Lorna Barrett - Murder On The Half Shelf

The sixth book in the Booktown Mystery series, 2012

Writing can be a lonely pursuit, but not when you have friends who are willing to share their expertise. Ellery Adams (also known as J.B. Stanley) acted as my first reader and gave me some terrific input. Not only is Hank Phillippi Ryan an award-winning author, shes an award-winning TV reporter and she has once again graciously helped with my description of TV stations and reporting. My pal Pat Remick always makes time to give me pointers on New Hampshire local color. Michelle Sampson, another source of local color, also lent me her beautiful Victorian house as the setting for the Sheer Comfort Inn.

It helps to have author friends to commiserate with, too. My thanks to my Cozy Chick blog pals, who are a constant source of support: Leann Sweeney, Ellery Adams, Deb Baker, Heather Webber, Kate Collins, and Maggie Sefton. Catch us at www.CozyChicksblog.com.

As always, I cannot forget my wonderful editor, Tom Colgan; his assistant, Amanda Ng; and my agent extraordinaire, Jessica Faust.

And thanks to all of you, my readers, for traveling with me on this amazing ride.

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The overloaded luggage trolley bumped along the sidewalk, following Tricia Miles like an overgrown puppy. Ninety percent of the bags belonged to her sister, Angelica, whom Tricia trailed after. Head held high, marching along like a majorette, Angelica led the way to the Sheer Comfort Inn. When she stopped dead, Tricia nearly ran into her. Tricia, you must keep up, she admonished.

Tricia steadied herself and the weight of the luggage nearly toppled the little metal trolley, taking her with it. Tell me again why youve dragged me along on this little outing.

My dear Tricia, for a little sister-to-sister bonding. Itll be just like camping, Angelica gushed, looking up at the lovely Victorian home before them and waving an arm to take it all in. The movement made her stumble on her three-inch heels, jostling the enormous suitcase, the corner of which dug into the back of Tricias leg.

Camping? she nearly wailed. Shed brought only a small duffel with a nightshirt and a change of clothes, whereas Angelica had her big shocking pink Pierre Cardin suitcase, plus she had saddled Tricia with her overnight bag, a cosmetic bag, and a small cooler filled with snacks, while Angelica carried only her enormous purse.

The occasion?

A free overnight stay at Stonehams newest (and to be honest, only) bed-and-breakfast inn. This was to be the B-and-Bs trial run before the business opened to the public in a weeks time. Angelica had won the prize at the last Chamber of Commerce meeting. She could have brought Bob Kelly, which might have been a much better idea than dragging Tricia along, but Angelica and Bob, head of the Chamber, had been on the outs more than the ins these last few months. Tricia wouldnt have been surprised to learn that Bob rigged the prize so that he and Angelica could spend a romantic evening in the cozy new inn. To say hed been upset at Angelicas choice of roommate was putting it mildly. Hed even tried to bribe Tricia with a years free Chamber membership to back out of the evening, but Tricia couldnt be bought-at least, not for such small stakes. And it rather pleased her to see Bob grovel, although at this particular moment she wished she had given in.

I dont camp, Tricia asserted. She waved a hand at the lovely three-story Victorian home before them. And you can hardly call staying the night at a place named Sheer Comfort roughing it.

Well, I didnt know if they had hair dryers. And I had to bring my laptop. And since Bob said they serve sherry in the evenings, I needed to be able to change my clothes if the situation warranted it. In fact-she pulled on the front of her waitress uniform, which showed through the opened buttons on her camels-hair coat-I cant wait to get out of these clothes.

Why didnt you change at home? And you didnt have to bring four or five outfits. Were only going to be here one night.

One never knows, Angelica said.

They turned to look at the house in front of them. A freshly painted white picket gate contrasted nicely against the privet that circled the patch of grass in front of the stately Victorian. The gingerbread accents on the porch and gable gave the appearance of an overgrown doll house. White wicker chairs and a love seat were decked out in chintz pillows, while the matching wicker tables looked like the perfect places to set silver trays with a couple of glasses and sweating pitchers of lemonade on a hot afternoon.

Those hot days were several months away. The sun was already sinking, and brass lamps glowed on either side of the brightly painted red door as Angelica opened the gate, scurried into the yard, and held it for Tricia, who hauled the luggage up the walk. Give me a hand to lift this, will you, Ange?

Angelica pouted, waving a hand with freshly lacquered nails at her. I just gave myself a manicure-I dont want to ruin it.

She bustled up the steps while Tricia struggled to haul the trolley behind her.

Angelica grasped the doors brass knocker and tapped it as a winded Tricia tried to catch her breath. Isnt the door open? she asked.

I didnt want to try it. After all, the inn isnt officially open. I wouldnt leave the door unlocked at dusk so just anyone could barge in.

Were not just anyone. Theyre expecting us, Tricia pointed out.

Hush! Angelica warned as the thud of approaching footsteps sounded from within.

A moment later, the handle rattled and the door was thrown open. A middle-aged woman with shoulder-length blonde hair streaked with silver stood before them. She was thin, and dressed in a bulky lavender sweater, with polished black boots protruding under the sharp creases of her jeans. Hello, Im Pippa Comfort. You must be the Miles sisters.

Angelica giggled. That makes us sound like a singing act, and I dont think Tricia can carry a tune.

Tricia was about to protest that she could, too, but thought better of it and forced a smile. Sometimes Angelica brought out the worst in her.

Wont you come in, Pippa said with a welcoming wave of her hand, and stepped back to let them enter. Angelica sailed ahead. Let me help you with that, Pippa said, and bent to give Tricia a hand to lift the luggage trolley up the final step and into the house.

As she straightened, Tricia caught a glimpse of a man standing down the hallway. He was dressed in a blue plaid flannel shirt, with a mop of graying brown hair, glasses, and a beard. But he made a hasty exit almost immediately.

Oh, what a lovely place, Angelica said, her head swiveling to take in the attractive foyer.

Tricias attention was drawn to the area as well. Polished white Carrara marble contrasted nicely with the darkened oak trim, which looked like it had never been painted. A bushy blooming Christmas cactus, which apparently didnt know the season, sat on an oak plant stand just inside the door, a lovely splash of color against the buff-colored walls. There didnt seem to be any kind of reception desk, and the three of them stood looking at each other for an awkward moment.

It was so nice of you to offer the free accommodation, Tricia said at last.

Im pleased we could get a few people in for our final shakedown before opening next week.