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    Murder in Waiting
    Murder in Waiting
    Murder in Waiting
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    Murder in Waiting

    By Lynn Cahoon

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    • Friendship

    • Mystery

    • Family

    • Investigation

    • Relationships

    • Amateur Detective

    • Amateur Sleuth

    • Friends to Lovers

    • Small Town Secrets

    • Love Triangle

    • Cozy Mystery

    • Workplace Romance

    • Fish Out of Water

    • Enemies to Lovers

    • Opposites Attract

    • Coffee Shop

    • Small Town Life

    • Personal Growth

    • Murder Investigation

    • Work-Life Balance

    About this ebook

    In the latest Tourist Trap mystery from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Lynn Cahoon, bookshop café owner Jill Gardner contends with a best friend-turned-bridezilla while trying to solve a local historian’s untimely date with death . . .
     At Coffee, Books, & More, Jill’s the boss. But as Amy’s maid-of-honor, she can barely keep up with marching orders--and now she’s in charge of organizing an epic bachelorette! Adding to Jill’s party-planning panic, the South Cove Heritage Society just unceremoniously dumped her historic landmark bid. While vying proposals rush in from a loaded land developer and a pushy travel guide company, Jill finds an unexpected ally in Heritage Society expert, Frank Gleason. But their happy union is cut short when Frank is mowed down in a suspicious hit-and-run. With Amy’s big day on the horizon, Jill vows to catch the killer before she has to catch a bouquet.
     
    Praise for Lynn Cahoon
     
    “I love the author’s style, which was warm and friendly . . . [A] wonderfully appealing series.”—Dru’s Book Musings on the Tourist Trap Mysteries
                                                                                                             
    “Well-crafted . . . Cat and crew prove to be engaging characters and Cahoon does a stellar job of keeping them—and the reader—guessing.” —Mystery Scene on A Story to Kill

     
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLyrical Press
    Release dateJun 30, 2020
    ISBN9781516103058
    Author

    Lynn Cahoon

    Lynn Cahoon is an award-winning, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of cozy mysteries including the Kitchen Witch Mysteries, the Cat Latimer Mystery series, the Tourist Trap Mysteries, the Farm-to-Fork series, the Survivors' Book Club Mystery series, and The Bainbridge Island Mysteries. She is a member of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and International Thriller Writers and her books have sold more than a million copies. Originally from Idaho, she grew up living the small-town life she now loves to feature in her novels. She now lives with her husband and two fur babies in a small historic town in Eastern Tennessee and can be found online at LynnCahoon.com.  

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    Murder in Waiting - Lynn Cahoon

    In the latest Tourist Trap mystery from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Lynn Cahoon, bookshop café owner Jill Gardner contends with a best friend-turned-bridezilla while trying to solve a local historian’s untimely date with death . . .

    At Coffee, Books, & More, Jill’s the boss. But as Amy’s maid-of-honor, she can barely keep up with marching orders--and now she’s in charge of organizing an epic bachelorette! Adding to Jill’s party-planning panic, the South Cove Heritage Society just unceremoniously dumped her historic landmark bid. While vying proposals rush in from a loaded land developer and a pushy travel guide company, Jill finds an unexpected ally in Heritage Society expert, Frank Gleason. But their happy union is cut short when Frank is mowed down in a suspicious hit-and-run. With Amy’s big day on the horizon, Jill vows to catch the killer before she has to catch a bouquet.

    Also by Lynn Cahoon

    The Tourist Trap Mysteries

    Murder in Waiting

    Memories and Murder

    Killer Party

    Hospitality and Homicide

    Tea Cups and Carnage

    Murder on Wheels

    Killer Run

    Dressed to Kill

    If the Shoe Kills

    Mission to Murder

    Guidebook to Murder

    Novellas

    A Very Mummy Holiday

    Mother’s Day Mayhem

    Corned Beef and Casualties

    Santa Puppy

    A Deadly Brew

    Rockets’ Dead Glare

    The Farm-to-Fork Mysteries

    Deep Fried Revenge

    One Potato, Two Potato, Dead

    Killer Green Tomatoes

    Who Moved My Goat Cheese?

    Novellas

    Have a Deadly New Year

    The Cat Latimer Mysteries

    A Field Guide to Murder

    Sconed to Death

    Slay in Character

    Of Murder and Men

    Fatality by Firelight

    A Story to Kill

    Contents

    Also by Lynn Cahoon

    Contents

    Murder in Waiting

    Copyright

    Dedication

    Acknowledgments

    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

    Chapter 23

    Chapter 24

    A Note From Lynn

    Recipe

    Tourist Trap Mysteries

    Murder in Waiting

    A Tourist Trap Mystery

    Lynn Cahoon

    LYRICAL UNDERGROUND

    Kensington Publishing Corp.

    www.kensingtonbooks.com

    Copyright

    To the extent that the image or images on the cover of this book depict a person or persons, such person or persons are merely models, and are not intended to portray any character or characters featured in the book.

    LYRICAL UNDERGROUND BOOKS are published by

    Kensington Publishing Corp.

    119 West 40th Street

    New York, NY 10018

    Copyright © 2020 by Lynn Cahoon

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

    All Kensington titles, imprints, and distributed lines are available at special quantity discounts for bulk purchases for sales promotion, premiums, fund-raising, educational, or institutional use.

    Special book excerpts or customized printings can also be created to fit specific needs. For details, write or phone the office of the Kensington Sales Manager: Kensington Publishing Corp., 119 West 40th Street, New York, NY 10018. Attn. Sales Department. Phone: 1-800-221-2647.

    Lyrical Underground and Lyrical Underground logo Reg. US Pat. & TM Off.

    First Electronic Edition: June 2020

    ISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0305-8 (ebook)

    ISBN-10: 1-5161-0305-X (ebook)

    First Print Edition: June 2020

    ISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0308-9

    ISBN-10: 1-5161-0308-4

    Printed in the United States of America

    Dedication

    Homer—Here’s your piece of heaven at the beach. May you live forever on these pages.

    Acknowledgments

    I have to thank all the fans who wrote to me, wondering what happened to Aunt Jackie and, more importantly, asked when the Tourist Trap series would continue. I’d heard stories of how one reader shared his love for the books with his father while they sat in hospice and waited for life to change. It’s stories like this that make me realize that although Jill and the South Cove gang live in my head when they aren’t off on some adventure, they also live in your head. Thanks for taking the trips to South Cove with me. As always, thanks to the Kensington crew who believed in the Tourist Trap series from the beginning. It’s lovely when you work with people you’d want as friends. Thanks also to my agent, Jill Marsal.

    Chapter 1

    Event planning is a talent that not everyone has in their DNA. No matter what they teach you in high school, it turns out not everyone can do everything. My Home Economics teacher had a section in our senior Family Living class on wedding planning. I would have been better at looking up airline tickets to Vegas. But no, you had to pick out your perfect dress. Set up a caterer. List out your menu. Find a venue for both the wedding—which should be religion-appropriate for you and your future husband—and the reception. She let us go wild. Whatever we wanted, we got.

    Then we had to set a budget. And she’d tricked us early on by asking what the future version of ourselves and our imaginary husband did for a living. So the budget was based on the average salaries for those careers. Which she set for you, using some charts she’d found on the internet.

    I’d always known that I wanted to be a lawyer. I had one path set for my life. Go to college. Get into a law school. Get my degree. Accept one of many offers for employment. Work and establish myself for five years. Then I’d get married and have two kids. A boy and a girl. In that order. We’d live outside of San Francisco and have a nanny. And maybe an old English Sheepdog. Just to make the family picture perfect. And since I’d chosen a high income lifestyle for me and my imaginary groom, my wedding planning came in underbudget.

    In reality, I don’t live outside of the city. I live in an old cottage by the sea that I inherited from my friend when she was murdered. Her choices for heirs during her will planning were either me or the money-grubbing nephew. I’m nicer. I’m Jill Gardner, and I was an attorney in the city. But instead of that being my dream job, it turned into a nightmare. And I hit the glass ceiling as soon as I decided my specialty would be family law.

    After a weeklong vacation here in South Cove that included a lot of iced tea and conversation with Miss Emily, my friend who later left me my house, I quit my first dream job. And then bought a bookstore-slash-coffee shop here in South Cove. That was almost ten years ago, and I’ve never regretted changing dreams or careers. But my hatred of event planning has continued. And I was getting pushed to the edge by my best friend’s wedding mania.

    Today’s Business-to-Business meeting speaker was only adding to the whirl in my head. Amy had talked a local wedding planner into coming to talk to the local businesses about setting up South Cove as the perfect destination wedding stop. A topic the bed and breakfast and venue owners were loving. I, on the other hand, was bored out of my gourd.

    Of course, not all speakers were going to speak directly to every member of our group of business owners, but it seemed like everyone except me was finding tidbits of gold to take back for their marketing dollars. All I was seeing was carafe after carafe of free coffee getting snatched up by our group.

    Deek Kerr was on the clock as our barista for the morning. He sat back behind the counter watching for empty carafes or cookie plates. I’d set out a batch of cookies and gave Amy the invoice to charge the refreshments to the council budget, but when Deek held up an empty plate, I shook my head. If they’d already gone through five dozen, it was time to cut the high. We had to be responsible sugar dealers. He nodded and set the empty plate in the sink to wash later. Then he went back to reading The Hero’s Journey.

    My full-time student, part-time barista was writing his first book. If it was as good as I thought it might be, I might be looking for a new staff member sooner rather than later.

    Amy pointed to a note she’d written in pink sparkle ink.

    I picked it up and tried to decipher her handwriting. Reading it quietly aloud, I stared at her. Gunt Toddy?

    Amy shook her head. She leaned close and whispered, Lunch today, silly.

    Sounds good. If we can ever get out of here. I leaned closer. I didn’t really need to know all about the wondrous world of tulle.

    You need to pay attention. Greg’s going to slip that ring on your finger before you know it. Then who’s going to plan your event? Amy looked floored that I was even considering not taking copious notes on the lecture.

    You, Aunt Jackie, this woman I don’t know who’s talking to us. There are some things I don’t need to know. I sighed as Amy pointed to the speaker and pushed some loose pink paper in front of me. I guessed I wasn’t getting out of the discussion as quickly as I’d hoped. I gave Deek one last desperate glance in the hope he might need me for something, but when he ignored my unspoken cry for help, I settled down and tried to write down the highlights of the talk.

    When we finally met at Diamond Lille’s around noon, my stomach was growling and my mood even lower. Probably because I was starving.

    What took you so long? The meeting’s been over for close to an hour.

    I waved away Amy’s question and took the glass of tea that our waitress had poured as soon as she’d seen me walk into the diner. What can I say? She knows me. You’re the best, Carrie.

    You’re just more predictable than most. Shrimp basket with fries for you and a double cheeseburger, medium fries, and a vanilla milkshake for Amy, right?

    We nodded. I used to be amazed at Carrie’s ability to read our minds until I wrote down what I ate each day at the diner and realized I did eat the same thing, time after time. I knew what I liked and I didn’t like change. I’d made ordering lunch easy.

    Amy still thought it was odd, and she shook her head as Carrie left. I know you say it’s just being a good waitress, but man, sometimes she’s creepy good in guessing what I want to eat.

    I decided to change the subject rather than get into a discussion of statistics and probabilities. So why lunch on a Tuesday? Usually you’re too busy with city council stuff to get away.

    I wanted to talk to you about the upcoming trip next weekend. You’re ready, right? And Greg’s still coming? Justin’s friends are all bailing on him except for his best man. And he’s being cagey about the trip. Who says no to a paid trip to Vegas? Amy sipped her iced tea, then pulled out a small book covered with a bird binding. It had a latch like a journal or a diary. She opened the book and glanced through a few pages. Anyway, I was wondering if I should bring the napkin runners to work on while we’re there. It wouldn’t take more than a day to get them all done.

    Wait, you want us to sit in a hotel room and glue rhinestones on a napkin holder while we’re in Vegas? Are you crazy?

    Amy looked up at my face, started to say something, then changed her mind. She focused on writing something in the notebook. Okay, then, no arts and crafts during the bachelorette party.

    Carrie set our food on the table and, after overhearing Amy’s statement, laughed. I had such a good time at my last bachelorette party. We went to a cowboy bar and wore pink cowboy hats, and I rode the mechanical bull. Of course, that was a few years ago, when I married my last husband. If I did that now, I’d break a hip.

    A cowboy bar might be fun. I picked up a fry and pointed it at Amy. You like animals.

    I do, and that’s why I don’t attend rodeos. I hate the way they treat them. Amy shook her head. No cowboy bars. But I’ll figure something out. We will have fun.

    Just not too much fun. Remember that you invited Aunt Jackie and Harrold. I’d hate to see them fall off a bull.

    Amy picked up her hamburger and took a bite. She glanced at the notebook, and all of a sudden, I knew what she’d had planned.

    You were going to have us finish the decorations for your wedding. At your party. I shook my head. The parties I’ve been to have been all about getting the bride drunk, not getting things done. Have you ever been to one?

    Of course I have. I just thought that this might be more fun. We could order in room service and watch movies on television. And it wouldn’t be all weekend. I’m sure we could get everything done in ten to fifteen hours, max.

    I took a deep breath. I was going to regret this, but it had to be done. I’m the maid of honor; I’ll plan the party. Just be ready to have fun.

    But what are you going to do? Amy demanded.

    I shrugged, dipping a shrimp into the cocktail sauce. It’s going to be a surprise.

    And it was going to be a surprise, even to me.

    And that is how I ended up in charge of a wedding-related event after I’d messed up my own fake wedding in high school.

    Walking home, I kicked myself for opening my mouth. Arts and crafts wouldn’t have been that bad of an activity. As long as I didn’t have to use a glue gun. Those things hate me. When I got home, I pulled the mail out of the box and flipped through it as I paused at the front door. I guess it was just the right time of the year, but my mail was filled with wedding flyers along with the multiple credit card offers. I flipped through the mail, separating it into two piles: throw away and take a peek at. The peek ones were bills. I put those on the kitchen table and threw the others in the recycling.

    I opened my laptop and Googled Vegas bachelorette parties. Some of the choices made me blush. Others made my pocketbook run and hide. Seriously, why had Amy thought having the party in Vegas was a good idea? She was a beach girl. She liked sand and surfing and bonfires. All things I could have set up just down the road with no problem at all.

    I sighed as I pulled out a notebook and started making a list. I’d write down the ones I liked, the ones I loved, and the ones that weren’t bad. Then I’d rank them in terms of practicality and costs.

    When I’d said I’d plan the party, did that mean I’d pay for it as well? I’d have to Google that too. Maybe it was a requirement of being a maid of honor. The dress had already set me back more than a few dollars. Now I needed to pay for fun and games for everyone?

    Maybe my aunt would know. I glanced at the clock and picked up the phone.

    Coffee, Books, and More, may I help you? My aunt had on her customer voice. Friendly, easy to talk to, and approachable.

    Hey, it’s me.

    A barely audible sigh came over the line. What do you want, Jill? The store can get by without you checking in every hour you know, right?

    I’m not checking in. I called to see what you knew about bachelorette parties. Does the maid of honor have to pay for it?

    I take it Amy talked you into handling the event? My aunt spoke to a customer about a children’s book. I waited until she finished.

    No. I mean, yeah, I’m handling it, but it was my idea. I had a bad feeling about this.

    My aunt laughed. A mix between a tinkle and a snort. She told me she was going to get you to handle it this morning. I didn’t think you actually had a choice in the matter. Amy can be pretty persuasive.

    Pretty tricky, if you ask me. I sighed. I hadn’t even seen the trap my friend had laid. So do you know if I have to pay for it?

    No, you don’t. Ask Amy what your budget is. That way you’re both on the same page and you don’t get stuck with stuff she didn’t want you to order. But you should offer to chip in some money. Just because you’re friends. My aunt spoke to another customer. Look, I’ve got to go. I’ll leave you a package under the counter. Open it tomorrow as soon as you get here.

    What is it? Did you get me a kitten?

    Now the laugh was more relaxed, lighter. Not even. Besides, Emma would have a fit. She’d be jealous. I’ve got to go. I’ve got a line of people waiting for me.

    I kind of doubted that, but I hung up the phone. Tomorrow, I’d worry about the party, and I’d stop by City Hall at lunch to see what Amy had in mind and what her budget was. It only seemed fair.

    I glanced at my golden retriever, who was sitting by the door, watching me. She probably wanted—no, needed—to go for a run. And I was too good of a pet owner to squash her dreams.

    Greg would be home soon, and we’d be grilling pork chops and corn for dinner. We tried to eat together during the week most days because if he was going to get called out, it would probably be on a weekend. We’d been living together now over a year and it was good. We were good. I knew it was time to consider the next step. But he hadn’t asked and I hadn’t hinted.

    I liked our life exactly the way it was. For now. I hoped Greg did too. I ran upstairs to change for the run. The pile of bills could wait.

    When we got to the beach, I questioned Amy’s Vegas choice again. And cursed myself for offering to plan the party. What was I thinking? The beach was empty, so I unsnapped Emma’s leash and shoved it in my pocket. Then we started running.

    The best thing about running on the beach was getting out of my head. I worried a lot. I worried about the store. About my aunt. About Greg, when he was on a case. About us as a couple when he wasn’t. You could describe me as a serial worrier. Or maybe slap a label on me, like OCD. It wasn’t like I checked the light switch three times before I went out of a room, but I did think about what part of my routine I’d missed when I’d left the house.

    Today, Amy’s party was my focus. I didn’t have a plan. And I loved a plan. I made plans for everything, including the shop’s future goals and any upcoming trips Greg and I were taking, even just for the weekend. So first step, who had she invited? I knew my aunt, and Mary, and probably Darla. But what about Esmeralda? What about Tina, her boss’s wife? I’d call Amy as soon as I got home. I’d pull out a notebook and get this party started. Well, the planning part of it anyway.

    I was so lost in my planning that I hadn’t noticed the stranger walking toward me. Emma’s bark drew me out of my thinking mood, and I paused next to her, watching the man move toward us.

    He was dressed in plaid shorts and a crew neck T-shirt. His salt-and-pepper hair was cut short, yet long enough to blow around a bit with the breeze. He waved and smiled at me and, with the action, just above his chiseled, cut jaw, two dimples appeared. Well, wasn’t he just a cutie pie? When he was within earshot, I nodded. Sorry about having her off the leash. I thought we were alone out here.

    He put his arms out to soak in the beauty of the day. I bet you get a lot of days out here without any tourists ruining your run. She didn’t bother me at all.

    Emma sniffed the man’s hand, then her tail started wagging. In dog terms, that meant the man wasn’t a serial killer. Or at least he hadn’t killed anyone lately that Emma could discern. My dog tended to like most people, so I didn’t totally trust her

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