A Humbug Holiday

by London Lovett

  A Humbug Holiday

  Firefly Junction Cozy Mystery #4

  London Lovett

  Wild Fox Press

  A Humbug Holiday

  Copyright © 2018 by London Lovett

  All rights reserved.

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  Contents

  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

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  More Cozy Mystery

  Sneak Peek

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  "Why does it not surprise me to find my best friend in the donut shop on this chilly Tuesday morning?" Raine chirped from behind.

  I pulled my focus from the fabulous trays of donuts, crullers and muffins long enough to greet her. She was wearing a red dress with a dark green knitted shawl dropped low over her shoulders. Silver bells dangled from her earrings.

  "Hello. Someone is certainly in the holiday spirit," I quipped before turning back to the donut case. There were still three people ahead of me, so I had time to decide which donuts to pick for the office. It was my week and it was extremely important that I made wise choices.

  Raine came up next to me to survey the treats too. "I'm feeling very merry. Just finished decorating my tree. It takes up half my living room. Now my entire house smells like a forest."

  "I wish I could get into the spirit. Even with my mom coming to town, my money pit of a home is draining away my merriness. I didn't even bother with a tree. Ursula and Henry are still putting up crown moulding in the dining room. There's such chaos in the house, I'm just not in the mood to decorate."

  "What a bah humbugger you are," Raine noted accurately. "Your sister has her place ready for a magazine shoot."

  "I know. I figured I can never compete with Lana's incredible eye for perfection or Emily's knack for cozy country, so I just don't bother. Besides, I can go to their houses when I'm in the holiday mood."

  "Nonsense. We need to get you in a permanently merry spirit. We'll walk through town for lunch today. They've started selling the goodies for the Firefly Junction Holiday Festival. The theme is Celebrating a Victorian Christmas. I've heard they're selling mincemeat pies and sugarplums. Whatever those are. We can't have you acting like a Scrooge all winter." Raine's tone hardened and her face drew into a scowl as she watched the woman in front of us buy up the last dozen green and red sprinkled cake donuts. "Hope you're proud of yourself, leaving the rest of us without any holiday sprinkled donuts," Raine snapped.

  The woman turned around. "First come, first served," she said with a smirk.

  "Donut hog," Raine muttered under her breath.

  I leaned my head closer to her to lower my voice. "What was that about Scrooge and merry spirit?" I asked.

  "I came here for the red and green sprinkled donuts," Raine complained.

  "There are still plenty with the rainbow sprinkles." I pointed them out.

  "Not the same. It's Christmastime. The red and green ones taste like a holiday treat. Rainbow sprinkles are for summer and birthdays."

  I smiled at her. "And that's why I like you. Not many people have categorized donuts by season or celebration."

  "Coffee latte for Aurora," the coffee barista called from the other end of the counter. A fit and trim woman carrying a black velvet top hat adorned with holly leaves and wearing a forest green blazer buttoned over riding breeches walked up to the counter to pick up her coffee. Her hair was tied neatly in a ponytail at the nape of her neck and she was wearing a sleek black pair of tall boots. Both the hairstyle and boots reminded me of Edward, who was at home, no doubt pouting in an upstairs room as Henry and Ursula pounded their 'blasted' hammers against nails.

  "I've always considered her an underappreciated Disney princess," Raine said lightly.

  I looked at her. "That woman is a Disney princess?"

  "No, don't be ridiculous. She's the woman running the horse-drawn carriage for the festival." Raine shook her head as if I was completely daft. "I'm talking about Aurora, the Disney princess from Sleeping Beauty. She's my favorite."

  "Of course. Silly of me not to follow your odd train of thought. And I think Princess Rapunzel is the best with all that magical hair."

  "Well, everyone is entitled to their opinion," Raine said with a chin lift.

  The customers ahead of me had nearly cleared out the shelves. "I guess Tuesday is donut morning in this town." I finally reached the counter. My choices were limited now, which was probably a good thing. The young man working the counter filled the box for me. Raine ordered a maple cruller, and we walked out of the shop together.

  School was out and the street was crowded with kids enjoying their freedom. The snow edged landscape vibrated with the excitement of the upcoming holidays. The town had started blasting Christmas carols from speakers set up around the shops. It seemed I was doomed to have Silver Bells and Rudolph stuck in my head for the next two weeks. A moment of nostalgia hit me as I watched three kids, dressed in beanies and puffy coats, drag a sled down the sidewalk and toward the end of town where several plump hills provided a perfect snowy playground for sleds and snowman building.

  "Have you noticed that the princes all have a bigger part now? In fact some of them aren't even proper royalty, just off the street kind of guys, like Kristoff in Frozen." Raine posed the question and took a bite of cruller, keeping her hand beneath it to catch any falling shards of maple glaze.

  "I see we're still talking about Disney. Yes, that's true. In the old movies like Sleeping Beauty, the prince was strictly eye candy. He had very little substance." We stopped at my jeep. "I don't know what's more disturbing," I said. "That we know so much about Disney movies, especially since neither of us have children or that we can actually spend time psychoanalyzing them."

  A loud truck rumbled along the road. It was brimming with holly garland shaped like massive stars. "I was wondering when they were going to hang the stars on the streetlamps," Raine said. "I heard they had to delay it until the big tent was constructed for the holiday play. It's just not Christmas without those stars." As she spoke her earrings jangled.

  I glanced down at my navy blue sweater and black pants. I really was starting to feel a little Scrooge-ish standing next to my holiday bedecked friend. "I suppose I should get more in the spirit. A walk to town is probably just what I need. But I'm not sure about mincemeat pie."

  "Come on. Where's your Victorian sense of adventure?" Raine asked.

  "I'm fairly certain Victorians weren't known for their sense of adventure. And it's less a
bout the adventure and more about the idea of mixing meat and fruit together in a pie. But I'm happy to try sugarplums and whatever else they're selling at the festival."

  "Great. Then we'll have you humming Christmas tunes in no time. By the way, when's your mom getting in?"

  "Lana's picking her up at the airport in a few hours. I'm looking forward to her visit and her holiday stuffing. She makes the best."

  Raine was halfway through her donut. "Lana said the same thing. I think she's looking forward to having your mom help out. She's managed to overbook herself for the holidays . . . as usual."

  A police car rolled past following the crew that was about to hang the stars from lampposts.

  "I better get to work before the police block off the streets." I unlocked the jeep. "And before my boss starts demanding his donut."

  "Speaking of police," Raine said slyly. I knew exactly what would come next. Thus far, there was only a faint, unspoken thing happening between Brady Jackson, the town detective, and me. It was so faint, in fact, that it was basically invisible. "What has Firefly's most spectacular detective been up to and more importantly have the two of you kissed yet?"

  "Sorry to leave you disappointed, my friend, but I don't know what he's up to at the moment. We've both been busy. I haven't heard from him in several weeks. And, no, there has not been a kiss. We've come close, but Jax decided the moment needed to be just right. We need a kaboom moment. And that just right moment has eluded us time and time again."

  Raine shook her head in dismay. "Silly friend, a kiss from that man is the kaboom moment."

  I laughed. "Hope so." As tempted as I was to add in that my nosy posy house ghost made sure the right time never happened, I was sworn to secrecy about my haunted inn. It was especially aggravating when I knew that, of all people, Raine would understand and be thrilled about it. "To be honest, I'm relieved that we haven't moved past a flirtatious friendship."

  "Yes, of course you are," Raine said wryly.

  "No, I mean it. I've suffered terrible heartbreak once. And my intuition tells me that handing my heart over to Brady Jackson would be equally dangerous. I don't want to go through anything like that again."

  "Your ex-boyfriend, Brett, sounded like a real jerk. You were younger and not as savvy back then. You're a good match for Detective Jackson. Heaven knows someone has to rein in that man. He's been bouncing around as the town's most eligible bachelor for far too long. It's time he settles down."

  I laughed. "I'll be sure to let him know that Raine thinks he should settle down. In the meantime, I've got to get these donuts to the office before Parker Seymour has a donut fit and decides to hand me the local grannies' knitting club for my next assignment."

  Raine lifted her shawl higher to cover her shoulders. "Perfect. I need a lift back. I've got a card reading at nine." She hurried around the jeep and climbed into the passenger's side. "So lunch at noon?" she asked as I pulled away from the curb.

  "Sounds good to me. Sometimes it feels like my work day is just a series of eating events connected by the occasional moments of writing."

  Chapter 2

  I'd spent far too long wasting time with Raine rather than fulfilling my important task of getting donuts to my editor. Parker burst out of his office, his thick moustache rocking back and forth like a fluffy bucking bronco, as I stepped inside with the precious pink box.

  "Taylor, what took you so long? There had better be at least two maple bars in that box or you'll be stuck cold calling advertisers for the next two weeks," Parker grumbled.

  Myrna looked up from her computer with anticipation. She was the one usually stuck with the odious task of selling ad spots for the paper.

  I smiled sweetly at her and lifted the box lid. "Three maple bars and a maple cruller, just in case." Parker marched over so hard, his big feet sent tremors across the floor. The old flyers and articles pinned to the wall fluttered in the breeze he created. He reached into the box and grabbed out two maple bars.

  "Guess you dodged a bullet," he muttered before returning to his office and swinging shut the door.

  Myrna's enthusiastic posture deflated. "Darn it. Oh well, nothing can ruin my morning." She reached under her desk and pulled out a large, round hat box decorated with green ribbon. "My festival bonnet arrived this morning." Myrna pulled on her bright red velvet bonnet and tied the big satin bow on the side of her chin. The front edge was trimmed with white faux fur, and the lining was a satiny tartan plaid.

  Myrna held out her arms and turned her head side to side. "What do you think?"

  "It's gorgeous. It goes so perfectly with your dark hair and that new red lipstick you're wearing." I carried the donuts over to her desk.

  She waved her hand as if I'd brought her a box of vipers. "No, no. I've got the holiday dance recital in less than a week, and the costume is still a size too small. I've got to avoid anything with sugar, or butter . . . or calories, for that matter."

  I closed the box tightly to seal away the tempting aroma. "I'm sure they aren't that tasty anyhow. They look kind of greasy today." Myrna had taken up dancing at my suggestion, and it had turned into her full-time hobby. I wanted to support her in any possible way.

  "You do realize that greasy only makes them sound more tempting," Myrna said with a laugh. She pulled out a hard candy. "It's sugar free." She stuck it in her mouth and got back to work still wearing the bonnet.

  The front door swung open thrusting a cold swoosh of air across the papers on Myrna's desk. She smacked them all down as if playing the Whack-a-mole game.

  "You too, with the fancy hat?" Chase chided as he strode past us. "Rebecca just spent a fortune on an entire custom made Victorian dress and matching bonnet. She looks beautiful in it, of course, but it's still a lot of money for a few days of a street festival." Chase, our lead reporter, was solidly back with his girlfriend, Rebecca Newsom. Conveniently enough for Chase, her father owned the Junction Times. It was a great way to ensure job security. Although, I imagined it was equally stressful.

  The hard candy crunched between Myrna's teeth and she swallowed. "Not all of us can afford to have the entire outfit. I'm happy with my bonnet, and I bought a matching white fur muff. What are you wearing to the festival, Sunni?"

  I was in the process of plucking out a jelly donut when she asked the question. I blinked in response. "Wearing? I didn't know a costume was required."

  "Well, it's not." Myrna looked pointedly at my drab desk. "I suppose it depends on your level of spirit." She had spruced up her desk with a green garland dotted with gold bows and silver bells. A vintage Santa Claus was sitting on the corner of her desk, cheerily smiling down at her pile of papers. Even Chase had taken the time to add a teensy live Christmas tree to his work area. The only things on my desk were a stapler, a container of pens and yesterday's coffee cup.

  I looked back at Myrna. "This is the second time this morning I've been scolded for lacking holiday cheer. And yet, I'm not moved to spend any money on a bonnet or a muff or jingle bell earrings. I've got way too many money sucking projects at the inn." I tromped out of the room with my box of donuts and placed them in the lunch lounge.

  "Taylor, get in here!" Parker's voice boomed through the office causing my shoulders to jerk up around my ears. I left the box on the table and hurried to my desk for my notebook and pen.

  Parker was sitting behind his desk shoving the tip of a nasal spray into a nostril. He waved to the empty chair with his free hand, a movement that sent three of his sticky notes off his computer and onto his desk. He finished spraying his nose and swept the runaway sticky notes off the manila folder sitting in front of him. I was certain I read a note reminding him to buy his wife a Christmas present, which I found humorous enough that a smile popped up.

  "What are you so cheery about?" he grumbled. "The only thing worse than cold weather is cold weather during the holidays. The frigid temperatures zap your immunity just before you have to heave yourself into crowded shopping malls and parties that are ripe
with germs." For a man who spent much of his day worrying about his health, Parker rarely ever had a cold or flu. That might have been due to the gallons of hand sanitizer he used.

  "Yeah, I know I sound like Scrooge," he said, even though I hadn't said one word.

  "No, you're right," I sat forward, which caused him to instinctively lean back and away from my possible germs. "When I was a kid, I distinctly remember always spending at least three or four of my winter break days in bed with a cold. And this morning, it's been alluded to more than once that I, too, am a Scrooge. So, I guess misery loves company, or in our case, miserable people love company." I laughed lightly, hoping he'd find my comments funny. Instead, he just wriggled his red nose at me as if I was babbling a lot of nonsense. Which I was.

  "Then this assignment is right up your alley." Parker picked up the manila folder and tossed it my direction. "A group of business folk always put on a holiday play for the festival. It's usually boring and chaotic. I'm sure this year will be no different. But the local businesses are our bread and butter," he said for the millionth time since I'd started working at the newspaper. The Junction Times was a small paper, but some of my articles had helped it gain more of a readership. I was proud of that fact. Parker was too, only I'd learned early on that he wasn't the type of editor to heap praise on anyone.