Murder Over the Rainbow E-Book

J.J. Brass

• Herausgeber: Rainbow Crush
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

When Lucy Larkin moves in with her gay uncle Frank in the small town of Serenity Bay, she doesn’t expect to get caught up in a murder investigation. But when local artist Marcus Briggs is found dead at the site of a controversial rainbow crosswalk, Lucy can't help but get involved. 

As she teams up with the surly but loveable Detective Johnson to solve the case, Lucy finds herself navigating a town full of colorful characters. With suspects aplenty and secrets lurking around every corner, Lucy and Detective Johnson must work together to catch the killer. 

Full of suspense, humor, and heart, "Murder Over the Rainbow" is a cozy mystery that will keep you guessing until the very end.

Leseprobe

Murder Over the Rainbow

Serenity Bay Mysteries, Volume 1

J.J. Brass

Published by Rainbow Crush, 2023.

Murder Over the Rainbow

© 2023 by J.J. Brass

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Warning: the unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal.

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First Edition 2023

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Murder Over the Rainbow

Chapter 1 | Moving Day

Chapter 2 | The Crosswalk Controversy

Chapter 3 | Welcome to Town

Chapter 4 | Murder at the Crosswalk

Chapter 5 | Partners in Crime

Chapter 6 | Night Gallery

Chapter 7 | Bonfire of the Business Owners

Chapter 8 | Tonight's Murder Investigation

Chapter 9 | The Perfect Disguise

Chapter 10 | A Big Announcement

Chapter 11 | Watching the Detectives

Chapter 12 | Stood Up

Chapter 13 | Private Eye-Witness

Chapter 14 | Milk and Honey

Chapter 15 | Top-Secret Plan

Chapter 16 | Startling Accusations

Chapter 17 | Confronting a Criminal

Chapter 18 | The True Killer

Chapter 19 | Over the Rainbow Crosswalk

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Serenity Bay Mysteries

Book One

By J.J. Brass

Chapter 1

Moving Day

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LUCY HAULED HER LAST moving box up the steps of Uncle Frank's historic Victorian home and placed it on the porch alongside all the rest.  She was sweating as she fumbled with the sticky latch to the front door.  Even when she was a little kid, that door had been tricky to open.  There was something comforting in knowing that, even though so much had changed in the past few years, some things stayed the same.

Her parents were gone, but her uncle was still here.

Serenity Bay seemed the same as always, though she'd only just arrived in the quaint little tourist town.  Throughout her college years in the city, Lucy had dreamed of living in a small town like Serenity Bay.  Funny, because the whole time she spent growing up in a small town, she pictured herself moving off to the big city.

Been there, done that, got the T-shirt.

In fact, she was wearing her Summit University T-shirt right now.  Perfect for Moving Day. When she bought it, she'd initially tried to keep it looking pristine, but at this point she didn't much care if it got covered in schmutz.

What good was a marketing degree if she couldn't find a job?

Heaving a sigh, Lucy pushed open the front door.  As much as life in a small town appealed to her, she'd never imagined herself living with her crotchety gay uncle.

As she stepped into the foyer, she was immediately struck by the smell of fresh flowers.  Uncle Frank had been a florist before he retired, and he obviously hadn't kicked the habit of surrounding himself with color and life.

Appearing in the doorway of the living room, Uncle Frank called out, "Lucy! What took you so long?"  He had on his trademark green gardening apron.  Lucy always thought he looked like a barista, but she didn't dare tell him so.  “You said you'd be here by noon.  It's gone three.”

She loved the guy, but he never failed to get her hackles up.  “I said I hoped to be here by noon, but my timing depended on traffic—which was terrible, thanks for asking.  And, by the way, I pulled up forty minutes ago.  I've been unloading boxes onto the front porch all this time.  If you were so concerned about me, you could easily have looked out the window.”

“This is how a niece speaks to her uncle?” Frank shot back.  “This is what they teach you at big-city college?”

Lucy wasn't sure how to respond.  He was right: she ought to respect her elders, even if they were a tad crotchety.  That's what her parents had taught her.

Uncle Frank must have read her thoughts, because he enveloped her in an uncharacteristic hug, squeezing her tight.  If she wasn't mistaken, she heard his voice crack when he said, “I'm glad you're here to stay, little Lucy.”

"Not so little anymore," Lucy replied, her voice muffled by his gaudy printed shirt.  “I'm glad I'm here, too.”

There was so much she wanted to tell him, but she didn't know where to start, much less how to find the right words.

When Uncle Frank released her from his bear hug, it was too soon.  “You left your things on the porch, you said?”

Lucy nodded.  “Should I bring them in right away?  Will they get stolen if I leave them out there for a few minutes?”

"Your belongings will be safe as a babe in Mother's arms.  Let me give you the grand tour," Uncle Frank said.

“I've been here before,” she reminded him as he led her through the house filled with antiques and floral prints.

“Yes, but that was back in olden times, when the world was black and white.”

“Now it's shades of gray,” Lucy muttered.

“Fifty shades?” her uncle said with a wink.

“Uncle Frank!” Lucy hollered, but she couldn't keep from laughing.

As he led her upstairs, he asked, “Have you never seen The Wizard of Oz?”

Lucy reflected.  “I guess I haven't.”

He gaped at her mockingly, then said, “We'll watch it tonight.”

“It's about a girl named Dorothy—I know that much,” Lucy offered.  “She's got ruby slippers, and she clicks her heels together: There's no place like home!”

When Uncle Frank arrived at the top of the dark wooden staircase, he smiled forlornly.  Gazing across the second story of his beautifully-appointed house, he said, “Rico and I used to watch The Wizard of Oz at least once a month.  I must seem like a gay stereotype, but we always took comfort in that film.”

Lucy wouldn't have understood the grief in her uncle's tone a few years ago—in her head, sure, but not in her heart.  Grief hadn't been something real to her, then.

It certainly was now.

“I'd be happy to watch the movie with you,” she said to her uncle.

“It starts off in black and white,” he told her.

“The movie does?”

He nodded.  “Starts in black and white, then turns to color.  I'm hoping that's how it'll be for you and me.”

She knew exactly what he meant, but she didn't know what to say.

Clearing his throat, Uncle Frank told her, "Your room is the first door on the right. It's not much, but I hope it'll do."

Lucy didn't mind the small room.  She was just happy to have arrived in a town where she could start fresh after college.  The florals on the walls and the bedspread were a lot to take in, but her uncle had agreed not to charge her rent until she'd settled, so who was she to speak ill of his granny-inspired décor?

Anyway, it might have been Rico who'd done the decorating.  If that was the case, there's no way she'd say anything bad about it.  She'd have to be the most callous person in the world to insult Rico's memory.  He'd been such a nice guy.  The nicest.  And side-splittingly funny.  Rico always had a line.

If she missed him as much as she did, then imagine how much Frank must miss his late, great husband.

Uncle Frank left her alone in her new room, and she sat on the bed, taking it all in.

Now she just needed to figure out what she wanted to do with her life.  In the city, she'd discovered that a marketing degree wasn't exactly a VIP pass to steady employment.

When Uncle Frank walked by her open door, he must have caught her looking a little sad, because he stopped in the threshold and said, "I'm glad you're here, Lucy.  I've missed having another heartbeat in the house."

"I'm happy to be here," Lucy said, forcing a smile.  "I have a feeling we're going to have a great time hanging out together."

Little did Lucy know that her first few weeks in Serenity Bay would be anything but relaxing, as she would soon find herself embroiled in a murder investigation that would rock the town to its core.

Chapter 2

The Crosswalk Controversy

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THE MORNING SUN STREAMED in through the large kitchen window as Lucy sat down to the breakfast of tea and home-baked scones her uncle had prepared for her.

“They're probably rock-hard by now,” he said as she reached for one of the golden-brown scones.  “What time do you call this?  You've slept half the day away.”

Glancing at her phone, Lucy said, “It's only eight-fifteen.”  She usually slept until eleven if she had nothing going on that day, but she wasn't going to admit that to Mr. Early Riser over there.  “And would it kill you to wait until after I wake up before you start practicing the trumpet?”

In a snippy tone, he replied, “It's a bugle, not a trumpet, and I need to practice if I want to audition for the fife and drum corps.  They do military reenactments for the tourists at the fort, you know.”

“I did not know that, and I don't want to hear about it prior to coffee, if that's all right by you.”

Uncle Frank shot back, “We drink tea in this house, not coffee, if that's all right by you.”