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  Death is in the Air

  Lucy Quinn

  Copyright © 2017 by Seaside Story Productions

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  Cover by Lewellen Designs

  Editing by Angie Ramey

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  Contents

  About This Book

  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

  Chapter 25

  About the Author

  About This Book

  It’s a cold crisp day at Secret Seal Isle’s outdoor skating rink, and Cookie is enjoying the time with her best friend Scarlett, even if they are trying to sort out Cookie’s relationship woes. But when an unlikely object lands in a mug of hot mulled wine, clear evidence of foul play steers Cookie toward another investigation.

  When FBI agent Hunter O’Neil comes to Cookie’s aid, he discovers more than one body part is upsetting the sleepy coastal town. Cookie’s mother Rain intends to shake up the island’s residents with a holiday revue that unwraps more than a few naughty packages.

  While her sexy handyman, Dylan Creed is uncovering more than either of them bargained for, Cookie is once again left to solve another murder—and the tangle of her love life.

  1

  “It just isn’t fair,” Cookie James’s best friend Scarlett Quinn complained, gliding gracefully across the ice. With her tall, slender figure, elegant features, and short, chic blonde hair, she was the quintessential picture of the lovely ice queen—cool and calm and beautiful.

  “What do you want me to do about it?” Cookie shot back as she skated alongside. Despite Scarlett’s stylish charm, Cookie didn’t feel the least bit awkward around her. They’d been best friends since college, and Cookie knew she was a beauty in her own right with her tall, curvy figure, strong features, and long mane of auburn hair. At least, that’s what the two men in her life kept telling her.

  Which was, of course, exactly what Scarlett was complaining about. “I don’t know,” she groused. “Maybe pick one and give me the other?” She giggled. “I’d take either one. I’m not picky.”

  “Of course you’re picky,” Cookie replied, though she found she was grinning as well. “That’s why we’re besties. Neither of us would settle for anything less.”

  Scarlett blew her a kiss and they laughed as they spun apart, each of them sailing around the skating rink. The day had dawned crisp and clear, and it was the perfect morning to check out the new rink. It had opened the weekend after Thanksgiving as part of the town’s annual Winter Festival. So they’d come out right after breakfast, dragging Cookie’s mother along with them.

  At the thought of her mother, Cookie lifted her head and glanced around for Rain. Fortunately, at five foot nine without her skates, Cookie was able to see over the heads of most of the other women out on the ice, and a fair number of the men as well. Finally, she spotted her mother’s mass of bright orange hair near one of the benches that had been set out beside the rink. A second head of hair, this one silvery, was beside it, and Cookie shook her own head at the sight of her mother’s best friend, Winter Sage. The two of them together could only spell trouble.

  “Come on,” Scarlett insisted, sliding up next to Cookie as she turned and made her way toward the bench. “You know I’m right. You can’t keep both of them to yourself like that—it just isn’t fair.”

  “I didn’t ask for both of them,” Cookie argued, only half paying attention to the conversation. “It just sort of… happened.” Which was true enough. She’d noticed Dylan Creed shortly after moving to Secret Seal Island—he’d been hard to miss—and had been interested right away, an interest he had clearly returned. But then an incident had occurred, one involving a dead body, and she’d been forced to call her old FBI partner, Hunter O’Neil, for help. She hadn’t expected Hunter to express interest in her as well, though once he had she couldn’t help but return it. And now here she was, a week before Christmas, with two guys fighting over her and no idea which one she should choose.

  “So make it un-happen,” Scarlett demanded. She sighed and shook her head. “Sorry. It’s just, you know, I’m not exactly used to this whole not-dating thing.” She gestured at herself. “How can I let all this go to waste?” Up until a month ago, Scarlett had lived in New York, where she owned and ran a successful private law practice. But she’d come out to visit in November with a pile of luggage and a bombshell announcement. “I’m sick of it all,” she’d said at the time. “I just need to get away from all the stress and craziness, so I’ve decided to move out here with you.”

  Cookie had been thrilled. Scarlett was her closest friend, her confidant, and the one person she knew she could always count on to not only be there for her but to be straight with her. And they’d been roomies back in college, so she knew they wouldn’t have any difficulty living under the same roof again for however long it lasted. Cookie had suspected right from the start that this was less a permanent change and more of an extended break. Scarlett might be having fun relaxing, taking photos, and planning a book now, but eventually she’d get bored with small-town life. Secret Seal Isle was far too isolated and removed from the excitement of the big city. Not to mention the dating pool had severe limitations.

  Cookie grinned at her friend, unable to resist a little teasing. “There’s always Captain Bob. He took a liking to you.”

  Scarlett shuddered in reply. “Are you being serious right now?” she asked, looking horrified. “His nose hair had hair! Ew.”

  “What about Barry, then?” Cookie continued. “He practically tripped over his own tongue when he saw you.”

  “Him?” Scarlett snorted. “Oh, sure, he was great—not just geeky and awkward but underage to boot.” She grimaced. “As far as I can tell, there’s only one decent-looking guy on this whole darn island, and you’ve already got him panting after you like a lovesick puppy.”

  Cookie shrugged, a little uncomfortable at the image of Dylan trailing after her with stars in his eyes. She knew he liked her, but he was far from a pushover and wouldn’t wait for her for forever. “Widen your search,” she suggested to Scarlett as her skates scraped to a stop at the rink’s edge. Cookie stepped off the ice and onto the hard-packed snow surrounding it. Crinkling her nose, she added, “Or you’ll have lower your standards.”

  “They’d have to get practically subterranean before I found anything here,” she heard her friend mutter behind her, but Cookie’s attention was already focused on the pair huddled together away from the rest of the skaters.

  “Mom,” she said as she clomped over to them, the blades of her skates cutting furrows in the ground. “Winter.”

  The two older women glanced up at the sound of their names.

  Both had an air of guilt clouding their wide-eyed faces, Cookie
thought, though perhaps that was just past experience speaking. “Why don’t you two come out and skate with us?” she suggested.

  “Oh, no, dear,” Rain replied, smiling wide. “We’re fine right where we are, thanks.” She and Winter exchanged a look and giggled, and Cookie frowned. Nope, not just past experiences.

  “Yes, we’re good,” Winter agreed easily. Her mom’s oldest friend had her long silver hair swept back, showing off bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks. Too rosy, even for a crisp December morning in Maine.

  “What are you two up to?” Cookie asked, narrowing her eyes at them. But that just made them giggle even more.

  “Just talking,” Rain replied, putting on her innocent face again. The same one that worked surprisingly well on most men but hadn’t fooled Cookie since she was twelve. “We had an idea for a holiday event, something to drum up business for the inn and Winter’s shop at the same time.”

  The pair shared a conspiratorial glance and snickered.

  “Everything okay?” Scarlett asked as she finally made her way over to them. “Hm, that smells good,” she added, leaning in to take a whiff of the steaming mug Rain held with both hands.

  “Mulled wine,” Rain explained, holding out the mug. “Would you like a sip?” As it passed Cookie, she got a nose full and almost choked—mixed in with the cloves and cinnamon was the heady reek of strong alcohol, way more than one would expect from a glass of wine. Cookie glanced over at Winter, noting how she clutched her own cup. Clearly Rain and Winter had fortified the already-alcoholic drinks, which explained why they were in such a good mood.

  “She’s fine, thanks,” Cookie replied, pushing the mug away from her friend. “Try to stay out of trouble,” she warned her mother as she and Scarlett turned back toward the rink. The sound of Rain and Winter’s laughter echoed behind them.

  “What was wrong with the wine?” Scarlett asked once they were back on the ice.

  “Let’s just say it had an extra kick or three and leave it at that,” Cookie answered and pretended not to notice her best friend’s shudder. The first time Scarlett had come out to the island as a favor to Cookie, she’d kept an eye on Rain and Winter. Unfortunately, the pair had medicated Scarlett when they’d fed her pot brownies and pot lollipops. Not that the two older women had intended anything sinister when they’d drugged her; they just hadn’t wanted to have a babysitter. For some reason they’d assumed that everyone had the same impressive tolerance they’d developed over the years. Needless to say, Scarlett had been a little more wary of accepting Rain’s food and drink ever since.

  Cookie and Scarlett had managed another turn or two around the rink when the laughter and quiet conversation of the crowd were shattered by a high-pitched scream.

  Rain, Cookie thought immediately but then shook her head. She knew her mother’s voice, and while familiar, the shrill note didn’t belong to her. Craning her neck, Cookie searched for the source of the noise and found it almost at once in the form of a large, silver-haired woman standing by a bench.

  Winter.

  “What’s wrong?” Cookie demanded as she raced back to the benches, fear clutching at her chest. Her only thought was that something had happened to Rain. But as she drew closer, she saw her mother was still sitting on the bench, looking annoyed but otherwise unharmed. Relief flooded her and she took a breath to calm down. “Mom?” Cookie asked. “What happened?”

  In answer, her mother pointed to something on the ground right in front of Winter. It was her mug, the mulled wine now spilling out and soaking into the snow. And there, half in-half out of the mug, was something pink and flat and… Oh, hell.

  It was an ear. A human one. With a long, dangly, silver and purple earring still attached.

  Winter had stopped screaming, but she was still babbling under her breath, her words punctuated by sobs as she stared down at the severed body part.

  “Waste of good wine, if you ask me,” Rain commented. But she put her arms around her friend and did her best to comfort the larger woman.

  Cookie sighed. Other people were starting to gather, and she waved them back, placing herself so that she was blocking any view of the surprise body part. “Everything’s okay,” she promised loudly, shooing the onlookers back toward the rink. “She just had a little scare. It’s all under control.”

  A few people muttered, and several craned their necks trying to see past her, but Cookie frowned at them and held her ground. Before long they all drifted back toward the rink and their icy frolicking. Only after she, Scarlett, Rain, and Winter were the only ones left did Cookie search her pockets and come up with a crumpled plastic bag left over from a baked sale treat she’d eaten the day before. It wasn’t a proper evidence bag, but it would have to do. Bending down, she gritted her teeth as she scooped up the ear.

  “Is that what I think it is?” Scarlett asked, leaning in close so no one else would hear.

  Cookie nodded. “Yeah.” She turned back to her mother and Winter, who was calmer now. “So where’d it come from?” she asked them gently. “It wasn’t in your mug the whole time, was it?”

  “What? No!” For a second Winter looked like she might be sick, but then she got control of herself. “It was a bird,” she explained. “A seagull, I think. I heard it overhead, and then something plopped into my cup. It scared me and I dropped the cup, and that’s when I saw what it was.” She hung her head. “Sorry I screamed.”

  “Are you kidding?” Scarlett said. “If that’d happened to me, I’d have shattered every glass within a mile radius.” That won a weak smile from Winter, and Cookie patted her friend on the shoulder, grateful for her cool head.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Cookie assured Winter. “I’ll take care of this.” She pulled out her phone and hit a button, calling up an all too familiar number. “Hunter,” she said as soon as he picked up. “I need you.”

  “Yeah, you do,” Scarlett said, making googly eyes and gagging motions.

  Cookie rolled her eyes and turned her back to avoid her friend’s childish actions as she once again turned to her old FBI partner for help.

  2

  “Hey, stranger.”

  The deep, gravelly voice sent a thrill through Cookie, just like it always did, and she smiled at the handsome, dark-skinned man grinning at her from the half-open window of his black Mustang. “Hey, yourself,” she replied, laughing to hide just how much his voice and those eyes affected her. “Glad to see they had your usual rental in stock,” she added, stepping around the car and sliding into the passenger seat.

  “At this point, I think they just have it permanently reserved for me,” Hunter agreed with a smirk. Once she was settled, he put the car in gear and headed through town toward the inn. “How are you?” he asked.

  Even though she was busily staring out the window, noting the little shops and houses as they slid past, she was still aware he hadn’t looked directly at her when he’d spoken. “Fine,” she answered. This wasn’t the time or the place to unpack his question fully. Not when they had an investigation to discuss. With a severed ear and no body to match it to, they had plenty of work ahead of them. “I nosed around a bit after I called you,” she continued, “but so far, no bodies have turned up.”

  “You sound so surprised,” Hunter joked, chuckling as he angled the car up the hill at the edge of town. “Then again, considering your record since you moved here, I can see why.”

  Cookie grimaced a little at that. “Most of those weren’t my fault,” she protested, but she knew he had a fair point. She and her mother had moved here to Secret Seal Isle because it was supposed to be quiet, calm, and safe. A place where she and Rain could escape a mob family after an FBI case had turned sour. But ever since they’d arrived, there’d been one crazy happening after another—murders, kidnapping, blackmail, and drugs. It was a wonder there was anyone left on the island at all.

  More than once Cookie had wondered if she was somehow responsible for all the mayhem; if her very presence here had somehow brought
all this crime and violence to the sleepy little community. Deep down she knew that wasn’t the case, but it still felt that way, especially since, from the sound of things, the island had always been a quiet little town before she’d arrived.

  “So nobody’s missing?” Hunter asked, bringing them back to the topic at hand. Cookie wondered if he’d noticed how uncomfortable his last jab had made her. Sometimes her former partner was incredibly astute—and other times he had all the sensitivity of a wet log.

  “I didn’t say that,” she answered, forcing herself to focus. “But it’s the holidays. People take off to visit family, or to go someplace warm for a change. Even here.”

  “Yeah?” Hunter raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know lobstermen took holidays.”

  “Turns out they do,” Cookie shot back as they pulled up at the inn. “At least, some of them do.”

  After they climbed out of the car, Hunter opened his mouth as if to say something else, but a ring from his coat pocket cut him off. With a sigh he pulled out his smart phone, glanced at its screen, grimaced, and then raised it to his ear. “Why, hello, Deputy Swan,” he said, making a face at Cookie. “What can I do for you?”

  She stepped closer, but the winter wind kept her from hearing the deputy’s side of the conversation. And Hunter’s half was as terse as ever. “Yes, I am,” he said, nodding. “Just arrived, in fact. Oh? Hold on, I’m putting you on speaker.” He moved the phone so it was in front of his face, between him and Cookie, and hit a button.