by Lauren Carr
Table of Contents
The Lady Who Cried Murder
Copyright
Dedication
Cast of Characters
Epigraph
Prologue
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
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue
Real Murder Excerpt
About the Author
Other Lauren Carr Mysteries
The Lady
Who Cried Murder
A Mac Faraday Mystery
By
LAUREN CARR
COPYRIGHT
The Lady Who Cried Murder
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DEDICATION
To the arrogant, envious, rude, self-centered, demented, and twisted souls amongst us.
For without you, murder mystery writers would be without inspiration.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
(in order of appearance)
Mac Faraday: Retired homicide detective. His wife had left him and took everything. On the day his divorce became final, he inherited $270 million and an estate on Deep Creek Lake from his birth mother, Robin Spencer.
David O’Callaghan: Spencer police chief. Son of the late police chief, Patrick O’Callaghan. Mac Faraday’s best friend and half-brother.
Deputy Chief Arthur Bogart (Bogie): Spencer’s Deputy Police Chief. David’s godfather. Don’t let his gray hair and weathered face fool you.
Robin Spencer: Mac Faraday’s late birth mother and world famous mystery author. As an unwed and pregnant teenager, she gave him up for adoption. After becoming America’s queen of mystery, she found her son and made him her heir. Her ancestors founded Spencer, Maryland, located on the shore of Deep Creek Lake, a resort area in Western Maryland.
Police Chief Patrick O’Callaghan: David’s late father. Spencer’s legendary police chief. The love of Robin Spencer’s life and Mac Faraday’s birth father.
Florence Everest: Mother of Khloe Everest. Her sudden death sets the wheels in motion for murder.
Archie Monday: Editor and research assistant to world-famous mystery author Robin Spencer. She is now Mac Faraday’s lady love.
Lily Carter: Ex-best friend of Khloe Everest.
Bevis Palazzi: Senator Harry Palazzi’s son and heir apparent to his father’s political legacy, and don’t you forget it.
Gnarly: Mac Faraday’s German shepherd. Another part of his inheritance from Robin Spencer. Gnarly used to belong to the United States Army, who refuses to talk about him.
Khloe Everest: The lady who cried murder.
Meghan Bishop: The producer of E-Entertainment Live. She and her crew came to Spencer for a story about Khloe Everest and got more than they bargained for.
Audrey Connelly: Television show hostess.
Dr. Dora Washington: Garrett County Medical Examiner.
Chelsea Adams: Paralegal for Ben Fleming, Garrett County’s Prosecuting Attorney. House guest at Spencer Manor. David O’Callaghan’s first and current love, he hopes.
Molly: Chelsea’s service dog, trained to sense and warn of seizures.
Ben Fleming: Garrett County prosecuting attorney. He’s one of the good guys.
Edward Willingham: Mac Faraday’s lawyer. Senior partner at Willingham and Associates. He chased Mac Faraday for three city blocks to tell him that he had inherited a fortune beyond his dreams. First lawyer Mac ever met who he actually liked—maybe because he works for him.
Jeff Ingles: Manager of the Spencer Inn, the five-star resort owned by Mac Faraday. His therapist is on speed dial.
Amber Houston: Murder victim. The media attention her murder garnished inspired Khloe to cry murder.
Tiffany Blanchard: Murder victim. Was a model in Hollywood before she ran into our killer.
Dee Blakeley: Murder victim from Mac Faraday’s past.
Catherine Davenport Fleming: Ben Fleming’s lovely socialite wife.
Senator Harry Palazzi: Former sheriff, now United States Senator.
Samuel Brooks: Senator Harry Palazzi’s lawyer.
Hector Langford: Spencer Inn’s chief of security.
Cameron Gates: Pennsylvania State Police Homicide Detective. Amber Houston’s murder is her case.
Irving: Cameron’s twenty-five pound Maine Coon Cat. You’d have issues, too, if you looked liked a giant skunk.
Joshua Thornton: Cameron’s husband. Hancock County Prosecuting Attorney in West Virginia. Together with Cameron Gates, they are the Lovers in Crime.
Otto Grant: Burglar who spends the evening playing with Gnarly at Spencer Manor.
Kevin Cooper: Private Investigator, former police officer.
Nick Fields: Khloe Everest’s gay best friend—at least, that is what he claimed on her reality show.
Sandy Patton: Nick Field’s unfortunate next door neighbor.
Sheila McGrath: Nick’s wife ... or sister ... or sugar momma, or maybe she’s a killer.
Russ Burton: Nick Field’s defense attorney.
Iman: Spencer Inn’s head chef.
Officers Brewster, Zigler, and Fletcher: Spencer police officers.
EPIGRAPH
The truest characters of ignorance are vanity and pride and arrogance.
Samuel Butler
PROLOGUE
Spencer Mountain on Deep Creek Lake, Western Maryland—Three Years Ago
“Are you ready for this?” Mac Faraday asked David O’Callaghan, Spencer’s chief of police.
The two men peered through the window at the fleet of vans and SUVs blocking the mountain road. A mob of journalists and their camera operators filled the small front yard of the log A-Frame home built into the side of Spencer Mountain. The rear of the luxurious mountain house provided a bird’s view of the valley floor and Deep Creek Lake.
“There sure are a lot of them,” David said in a low voice.
Mac looked over at the handsome young man. A gold police shield was pinned to his chest. Shining, it stood out against his uniform’s white shirt. Somehow, it seemed unfair that the police chief, only in his ear
ly thirties, should be introduced to the media with such a horrible case. Baptism by fire.
“You’ll do fine,” Mac said. “Use your officer’s training from the Marines. When you go out there, take command. They’re going to try to take control from you—don’t let them.”
“You make it sound like I’m going into battle.”
“You are.” Unable to look at the journalists, desperate for something to report—anything, no matter who it hurt; Mac turned away.
David followed him into the front sitting room. “When you were a homicide detective in DC, did you ever have to give a statement to the media?”
“Are you kidding?” Mac replied. “I’m the last person my superiors wanted speaking to one of those vultures.” Grasping David’s arm, he softened his tone. “You’re going to do fine. We’ve practiced your statement. Remember, no questions because—”
“It’s an open police investigation,” David finished.
“It’s okay to be firm with that,” Mac said. “You’re in charge of this investigation. A young woman is missing. Your first objective is bringing her home to her mother—not playing up to the cameras.”
“I almost wish I wasn’t chief of police,” David muttered. “I remember how much Dad despised having to do things like this. They always seemed to take one thing he would say and twist it—”
“I know.” A smile came to Mac’s lips when he thought about the feelings he and his birth father shared, even though they had never met. There was something to genetics.
He caught a look in David’s eyes, which were identical to his own. They had both inherited their deep blue eyes from their father, as well as his tall, slender build. The only noticeable difference was in David’s blond hair, inherited from his mother. Mac had inherited his birth mother’s dark hair, touched with gray at the temples that had crept in after he had hit forty.
As a teenager, Robin Spencer had given birth to Mac out of wedlock. Her parents had immediately whisked him away to be adopted. While Mac’s mother went on to become a world famous murder mystery author, his birth father, Patrick O’Callaghan, had become Spencer’s police chief. Eventually, he married and had a son.
It was only upon Robin Spencer’s death forty-seven years later that Mac Faraday, a homicide detective in Washington, DC, had discovered the truth. She had left her entire estate, which included a mansion on Deep Creek Lake, to him. She had also left her journal to Mac. From that, the multi-millionaire had learned about his parents unending love for each other and his half-brother, who lived in the same town.
“I’m glad you’re here to help me, Mac,” David said.
Mac shrugged his shoulders. “It’s better than losing another tennis match to Fleming.”
Arthur Bogart, Spencer’s deputy chief of police, came in from outside. “The natives are getting restless out there, Chief.”
“I’m ready.” David picked up a clipboard with his notes from the coffee table to go over his statement one more time.
“I’ll give these to our officers to pass out to them.” Bogie picked up a stack of papers that contained a drawing of their suspect and handed some to Mac.
“Chief O’Callaghan?”
They looked up the stairs leading to the upper levels of the home. Florence Everest was making her way down. Archie Monday, assistant to the late Robin Spencer, was behind her.
Focusing on the case of Florence’s missing daughter, Mac pushed away the thought of how lovely Archie was. For the last four days, the petite blonde had been acting as friend and confidante to the distraught mother.
When Robin Spencer had left her estate worth two hundred and seventy million dollars to Mac, she had further increased his good fortune by stipulating that her assistant, Archie Monday, was permitted to live in the guesthouse for as long as she wanted. Mac had no desire for the emerald-eyed blonde who loved to go barefoot to leave. It isn’t every man who inherits a house with a live-in beauty.
Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to gauge Florence Everest’s age. She was a tall, slender woman with the look of a movie star from the days of the silver screen or a runway model. Her presence was flawless. An interior decorator, she knew all about style, and she had used her talents to become successful in business as well as in high society, which was how she had risen up from a single working mother to the cream of Deep Creek Lake society.
For those on the A-list, Florence Everest was the only interior decorator in town.
Casting a fearful glance out the window at the crowd that seemed to be closing in while David’s officers pushed them back, she asked, “Do I need to go out there?” Her eyes were puffy from a recent flow of tears.
“No,” David said. “If you’re out there, they’ll be focused on you. I want them to listen to me and look at our pictures from the sketch artist.”
A ruckus outside caused them to return to the window. The journalists looked like they were about to mow down the dozens of Spencer and Garrett County officers trying to hold them back when the front door opened.
A young woman and man rushed inside and slammed the door behind them.
While the woman rushed to hug Florence, her chubby companion hung back to glare at David and Mac. His penetrating gaze bore through his small dark eyes under his dark eyebrows and flabby cheeks.
“Ms. Everest, have you heard anything yet?” the woman asked. “I saw on the Internet that the police chief was going to make an announcement. Does that mean they found Khloe?”
“No, Lily,” Florence said. “We’ve heard nothing yet.”
“I wish I had insisted on Khloe going home with me.” With a sob, Lily glanced over at the row of pictures that lined the fireplace mantel. “I saw that she had had too much to drink. None of this would have—“
“It’s not your fault.” Florence draped her arm around Lily’s shoulders.
Everyone’s eyes turned to the mantel, which contained an array of pictures of the dark-haired beauty. Like her mother, her hair that fell in a thick wave past her shoulders. Her dark eyes stood out against her alabaster skin. Many of the photographs were professional shots that displayed her striking features that had won her leading roles in the local community theater circuit.
“We’re passing out pictures of the man that you saw Khloe talking to down at the lake on Friday night,” David explained. “If we can get it out across the media, maybe someone will recognize him.”
“That’s all?” Lily’s friend exploded. “You’re passing out drawings of this guy? Why aren’t you out there looking? Why aren’t you bringing in suspects to question? She’s been missing for the last four days and all you bunch of boobs have been doing is hanging around looking at the view and contemplating your navels.”
“Now look here, Bevis,” Bogie said, “We’ve been doing everything possible. You don’t know—” The silver-haired deputy chief who possessed the solid build of a wrestler was more than impressive enough to cause Bevis to back up a step to avoid contact with him.
“I know all about abduction cases.” Bevis tried to avoid the imposing form of the deputy chief. “Back when I was a kid, my mother and her friend were kidnapped, and my father caught their killer. He was a sheriff in Frederick County in the 1970s, and he knew his job. He worked hundreds of abduction and murder cases, and it’s because he was so good at what he did that they elected him senator. I know all about how this works. I also know that your handling of this case is totally unacceptable!” Threatening to strike the police chief in the chest, he poked a finger in David’s direction. “If you morons would have listened to me four days ago, Khloe would be home now, and her kidnapper would be in prison.”
There was something about the smug expression on Bevis’ face that made Mac want to slap it. Sometimes, Mac wondered if it was who Bevis’ father was that rubbed him the wrong way. Senator Harry Palazzi, a former sheriff, had earned every bit of the reputation of a sleazy politician. He could see by David’s clenched jaw that he had the same effect on him.<
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“Everyone is on edge right now, Bevis,” David said in a steady tone. “So I’m going to excuse your comments as simply that.”
“Spoken like a man with no balls,” Bevis replied. “How did you get appointed police chief anyway?” He cast a glance in Mac’s direction before scoffing. “I’m sure rubbing elbows with the owner of the Spencer Inn had nothing to do with it.”
“That’s enough, Bevis.” Florence stepped in to cut Bogie off before he was about to grab the young man by the front of his shirt to take him outside for a little talk about respect.
Seeing Bogie coming, Bevis backed up. His legs buckled and he fell backwards to land on his rump on the floor.
Without missing a step, Gnarly, another part of Mac’s inheritance, scurried around from where he had moved in to trip Bevis and sit down next to his master. A huge German shepherd with a mind of his own, Gnarly and Mac had a love-hate relationship. When he listened to Mac, or took it upon himself to act in Mac or Archie’s defense, it was love. When he was committing petty larceny, it was hate.
At this moment, it was love. “Watch yourself,” Mac told Bevis, “that first step is a doozy.”
Bevis pointed at the dog whose tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth in what appeared to be a laugh. “He tripped me on purpose.”
Lily offered her hand to help him up. “Really, Bevis, he’s a dog. They aren’t capable of doing things on purpose. What is it with you two? You’ve been paranoid about him ever since you met him.”
“I don’t like the way he looks at me.” Shoving his cell phone into his pocket, he smoothed his hair with both of his hands. “I know he stole my phone the other day. That’s why I had to go out yesterday to buy a new one.”
“Why would a dog steal your cell phone?” Lily asked.
When Mac cast a glance in Gnarly’s direction, the dog scurried over to hide behind Archie.
“The sooner we get this started, the sooner we get it over with.” David moved to the door with Bogie directly behind him. Mac, Bevis, and Lily fell in behind them. Archie grasped Gnarly’s collar to hold him inside with her and Florence to watch through the window.
