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    Death of a Honeymoon
    Death of a Honeymoon
    Death of a Honeymoon
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    Death of a Honeymoon

    By M K Scott

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    Detective Mark Taber and his new bride Donna, an amateur sleuth, are ready to take a much-needed break from crime-solving and finally enjoy their long-awaited honeymoon in the quartz-rich mountains of Arkansas, but unfortunately for them, crime never takes a break.

    When their car breaks down at the site of the first murder the county has seen in a century, they find themselves in a bind – no transportation and at the center of an overwhelming firestorm for an overworked sheriff. He needs their help.

    Will they temporarily forgo their plans to find a murderer or will the possibility of netting quartz clusters and county fair winning recipes pull them in another direction?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherM K Scott
    Release dateSep 30, 2018
    ISBN9780463682821
    Death of a Honeymoon
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    M K Scott

    M. K. Scott is the husband and wife writing team behind the cozy mystery series. Morgan K Wyatt is the general wordsmith, while her husband, Scott, is the grammar hammer and physics specialist. He uses his engineering skills to explain how fast a body falls when pushed over a cliff and various other felonious activities. The Internet and experts in the field provide forensic information, while the recipes and B and B details require a more hands on approach. The couple's dog, Chance, is the inspiration behind Jasper, Donna's dog. Murder Mansion is the first book in The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries. Overall, it is a fun series to create and read.

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      Death of a Honeymoon - M K Scott

      Special dedication to Nancy, John Pressler,

      Johnna Lee and Kathi Reed

      Death of a Honeymoon

      It’s Always Something

      By

      M K Scott

      Copyright © 2018 MK Scott

      Kindle Edition

      This eBook is licensed for personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person. Please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you’re reading this book and didn’t purchase it, or was not purchased for your use only, then please return it and purchase your own copy. Many thanks for respecting the hard work of this author. To obtain permission to excerpt portions of the text, please contact the author.

      All characters in this book are fiction and figments of the author’s imagination.

      Table of Contents

      Dedication

      Title Page

      Copyright Page

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Death of a Honeymoon Recipes

      Excerpt from The Ghostly Howl

      Author Notes

      Chapter One

      The sun glared through the windshield making it hard to see. Not too surprisingly, Mark insisted on driving. Donna let him, though normally, she would have insisted they spend equal time behind the wheel. Since her goal was to have an actual vacation, she kept her mouth shut on that matter. A honeymoon would consist of the two of them spending romantic dinners together, not talking about murder, cases they had solved, or even speculating on possible future murders. It wasn’t an issue for most couples. A dead body in her bed and breakfast brought them together and a series of murders kept them in constant company until they accepted the inevitable. They were meant to be together and tied the knot.

      The sound of paper crinkling filled the car as she unfolded the information her friend had given her about quartz mining. Okay, we need to look for the Ouachita Mountains. That’s where the crystal mines are. There are a ton of them. Some folks have a cave opening in their backyard and just let people go in.

      Mmm. Mark acknowledged he had heard her. I thought you were set on diamond mining. Arkansas has a park where you can do that.

      Donna made a dismissive snort. You know everyone and his brother will be there. If there was anything worth finding it would have been found by now. I’ve had my fill of diamonds, real or paste, after our last case.

      10-4.

      None of that police radio jargon. If I’m leaving the inn in the capable hands of my mother and Maria, you can forget about being a detective for a few days.

      Mark turned slightly to grace her with a disbelieving look. You say you left the inn behind, but you’ll be texting or calling from the next rest stop restroom like you did at the last stop.

      What! Donna twisted in her seat to stare at her husband. Don’t tell me you were spying on me. Some places are meant to be women only.

      He chuckled at her outrage. Of course not. Maria texted to tell me to keep you busy, so you didn’t have time to worry about the inn.

      I can’t believe she did that.

      What surprises me is your mother didn’t.

      That behavior did sound more like her mother. She could be a tad bossy at times, always thinking her way was the best way. Thank goodness Donna wasn’t like that.

      "Mother has a fancy new phone. Tennyson has yet to explain how it works. Her fiancé, Simon, is keeping her busy. Those two have so much energy I’m envious. They’re everywhere, trying out some new place they found on different travel websites. Are you on the right road?"

      What road would that be?

      The one that leads to our cabin at Harmony Woods?

      I am.

      His self-satisfied tone made Donna suspicious. Like most men, he assumed he had some internal compass that would guide him where he needed to go. She didn’t. I’ll punch it into the car GPS.

      His large hand covered the unit. I know what I’m doing. You can’t program it while you are driving.

      Drat. He was right about that. Maybe she could just use her phone. She turned toward the window as she lifted the phone up to tap in directions.

      Donna. Suspicion colored his voice. What are you doing?

      The man missed nothing. That was one of the downfalls of being married to a detective. It was almost impossible to put anything over on him, which didn’t mean she would stop trying. Looking up quartz mines. She would—after she programmed in the directions. She’d have to mute it since the tell-tale electronic voice would give her away. She’d just drop a helpful hint every now and then. There was one mine we didn’t want to hit.

      Too expensive? Mark guessed.

      Normally, that would put her off anything. No, not this time. She pursed her lips as she considered what she had heard. "I guess it could be too expensive. There have been reports about this one mine named after a man. Something like Jim Bob Lee’s Quartz Activities. Anyhow, the general scuttlebutt on those review sites was there was no good crystal to be found. He seeded the piles out front with some little quartz points, but inside the cave, there were no clusters to be found."

      Look at you, talking all mineral collector-ese.

      Hey! I researched this. A person needs to know what to look for. One of the reviews even mentioned searchers getting hurt at his mine. There was a court case. Someone claimed he gave legitimate quartz operators a bad name.

      That sounds like sour grapes from the competition.

      Maybe.

      People talked, but usually something happened to start the talk. Of course, a gossip could embellish the original story. Very few people start with no facts unless it’s our own Legacy’s town gossip, Eloise.

      There were so many negative reviews. Sprinkled in were one or two sparkling ones.

      See. Mark gestured with his hand. Someone likes it. The place can’t be all bad.

      Anyone can write a review. Cousins. Spouses. Employees. Best friends. The good reviews were studded with exclamation points. ‘The absolute best thing I have done in my life! I feel seriously sorry for anyone who dies without seeing this mine!’ Consider what was the absolute best thing to happen to you? I’m going to bet it wasn’t digging up minerals. The reviews were fake.

      His hand reached across the console to touch hers. Meeting you, getting to know you, and finally marrying you is the best thing to ever happen to me.

      Ah. She turned her hand up and entangled her fingers with his. That’s so sweet. You see why the reviews were fake.

      He gave a heavy sigh. If you say so. We will not go to Robert E. Lee’s quartz mine.

      Jimmy Bob Lee. Maybe it’s just Bobby Lee. I know it’s not named after the general, Robert. E. Lee.

      "I was testing you.’

      Ha! She wasn’t sure if he was or not. All she had to do was put in the directions for the place. Before she tapped them in, she twisted the knob on the radio up. I love this song.

      Since when did you become a country music fan?

      You don’t know everything about me. If he kept talking she’d never get the directions in, and they’d bypass wherever they needed to turn off. All the little towns were starting to look alike. The important junctions came and went in the blink of an eye.

      True. I do know whenever anything slightly country comes on you change the station.

      She waved her free hand as if shooing away the topic. That was then. I’m trying to be open to new things. I love this song.

      Sing it then.

      Good gravy. Why did the man have to sniff out every half-truth? She listened to the lyrics for about thirty seconds. It was all about an angry woman catching her man with another woman, a much younger woman. Surely, she could brazen it out by singing louder than the radio. He’s going to wish he was dead when I get through with him! I’ll put a bullet in his head!

      Not the words. She tears up his car. It’s not nearly as violent as your version. Remind me not to tick you off. You have a felonious streak a mile wide.

      Ha, ha! Very funny. There has to be a song about a woman shooting a man in the head for stepping out on her.

      The name of their resort was Harmony Woods. The top three search results for that name included a nursing home, a song, and a pet cemetery. None of which were helpful.

      Would you quit trying to micromanage the directions and look up quartz mines? There might be some on our way we could stop in and take a look at.

      He made it sound like they were visiting a gift shop. The information she received when researching was to take clothes you were prepared to throw away since the clay-based soil would stain it. She’d only got Bobby Lee typed in and was surprised that the phone gave her a song named the Arkansas Twist. Not what she wanted. The second entry was for a music store. It couldn’t be the same Bobby Lee.

      Even though they weren’t planning on going there, she was still curious about what all the hubbub was about. Up to now, she hadn’t seen any quartz mines and wasn’t sure what made one better than the rest. It could be just opinion. When Mark and she went on a cruise that came complete with a murderer, they still left nicer reviews than some of the fellow cruisers. You would have thought those folks had been in third class steerage on the Titanic—which was the first to flood—as opposed to enjoying endless food on a luxury liner.

      The car jerked, causing her finger to slip on the phone. Why’d you do that?

      I didn’t do anything. It was the car. As if to prove his theory, the car jerked again, and white steam drifted up from the hood.

      This doesn’t look good, and I’m not even a mechanic.

      Mark steered the car over to the side of the road. He hit his hand on the steering wheel. The car isn’t even a year old. I shouldn’t be having these problems. It’s probably the radiator. He swung open his door. Before he could climb out, Donna grabbed his arm.

      Don’t open the radiator cap. You could get a steam burn.

      Relax. This isn’t my first car problem. See if you can reach AAA road service.

      Her eyes tracked Mark’s movements. Instead of heading for the front of the car, he went to the back to get the car emergency kit, which included signage to warn people there was a stopped car ahead, along with a few other items including an air compressor, charger, road flare, and duct tape. Her husband was a big believer that simple repairs could be made with the silvery tape.

      Since it looked like he was using precautions without reminders, she would call AAA. Once she located the card in her wallet, she tapped in the number for out of state service. Nothing. Maybe she missed a number. She did it again. Not even a ring or a message, which was peculiar. Even though she hated doing it, she donned her cheater glasses and tried again. Nope. It was the right number. Maybe it was her phone. It looked the same as normal, except up in the right-hand corner, where it usually showed the bars to indicate service, none showed.

      She opened the car door and climbed out. The hood was already up, and Mark wouldn’t hear her. When she came around the hood, Mark was sporting sunglasses and had a gardening glove on one hand. She’d added the gloves since she couldn’t find anything else that would serve.

      Good to see you’re taking precautions.

      I knew you would check. These gloves are too tight. I can’t even move my fingers. He yanked off the glove. It’s obvious the car is hot. I would have thought it would have some type of bell or whistle to warn me about that.

      It was probably extra.

      True. Did you reach the automobile club?

      She held up her phone. No service.

      How can we have no service when you were busy typing in directions a few miles back?

      For a man who spent most of his career behind the wheel, he missed the obvious. Still, he always had a police radio, which had much stronger signals. We just don’t. I heard cell service could be spotty in the mountains—something to do with the quartz. It even messes with the GPS.

      I’ll keep that in mind as an excuse if we get lost. We’ll have to wait until the car cools down.

      As plans went it didn’t strike her as the best one. What if it was more than the radiator? Trees lined the road along with a few signs for fast food restaurants, a motel, and Bobby Lee’s Quartz Adventures. It looked like there was a bunch of stuff a couple of miles ahead, just not anything there. Her pink toenails with the flower design peeked out of her sandals. Cute, but not practical for hiking to wherever civilization might be hiding. Well, she had wanted to get some hiking in.

      She gestured down the road. It’s a nice day. I guess we’ll have to walk to wherever the next business is. We can try their landline. Who knows? The next place might be a full-service gas station.

      Mark whistled. That would be a rarity, but I don’t see much choice. It’s not the way I wanted our honeymoon to start.

      Don’t worry. She moved to kiss him on the cheek. It’s a minor inconvenience. We’re together, that’s all that counts. We’ll have quality time enjoying nature together.

      He kissed her back before putting down the hood. Once they changed shoes and secured the car, leaving the signage in place and locking the doors, they headed out. They hiked possibly a thousand feet before a bug bit her, then another. There was even a bee stalking her. I think I know why Arkansas slogan is the natural state. It’s full of insects!

      Ah, honey, you can’t blame bugs for being what they are, especially when you saturated yourself with fruity perfume.

      You said you liked it.

      I do. You smell like a fruit salad, and I do like fruit salad, as do the bugs.

      She slapped another bug, but not before it bit her. I notice the bugs are leaving you alone.

      I guess none are fans of deodorant soap. He pointed to a sign to their right. Look. There’s someplace, at least.

      The closer they got the easier it was to read the part of the words QUARTZ MINE. Someone had spray painted words across the rest of it. When they got still closer, they noticed the red words spelled out DIE. Underneath the not so nice message was the name Bobby Lee.

      He really isn’t liked.

      Not our problem. The open sign is lit, and there’s a car in the parking lot. Let’s go check it out. They might even have cold drinks for sale.

      It’s a quartz mine.

      You think quartz miners don’t get thirsty? When people are out this far and they didn’t bring their own drinks, the only option is to buy an overpriced bottle of water or soda. I’m sure Bobby Lee has a cooler full of drinks along with quartz to buy when you don’t find any on your own.

      Probably so. Donna agreed. Her throat was feeling a little dry and tickly, like she’d swallowed one of those annoying bugs. I’d even go for one of those overpriced drinks.

      Mark did a doubletake, well aware of how hard she pinched a penny. This is a wild and untamed side of you I’ve never seen. How much would you be willing to pay? Five bucks?

      Goodness, no. I imagine my adoring husband would go as high as three dollars for a cool beverage for his parched wife.

      I would. Maybe even go as high as three dollars and twenty-five cents.

      Donna laughed as she climbed up the steep driveway,

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