by Sam Cheever
Humpty Bumpkin
COUNTRY COUSIN MYSTERIES, Volume 1
Sam Cheever
Published by Electric Prose Publications, 2018.
Humpty Bumpkin
Book 1: Country Cousin Mysteries
Published by Sam Cheever
Copyright 2018 Sam Cheever
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Humpty Bumpkin (COUNTRY COUSIN MYSTERIES, #1)
FROM THE AUTHOR
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
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
WHAT’S NEXT?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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She's just a country girl who loves her dog. But her life is about to get less countrified and more...erm...homicide.
Deer Hollow is a small community built in a verdant, rolling countryside. The nearest big city is over an hour away and big city ways are rejected at the Hollow. Unfortunately, the big city isn’t the only place where bad things can happen.
Things like murder...which has a funny way of messin’ up a debutante’s day and turning a sunny Sunday in June right over onto its bucolic head.
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FROM THE AUTHOR
If you’ve been with me for a while, you might be aware that I wrote three cozy mystery books for Kindle Worlds, which is a way for authors to write in each other’s worlds. It was a fun experience and, I believe, the Bubba books are some of my best humorous cozy mystery work.
Unfortunately, the rules of Kindle World do not allow me to use the characters I created for the series. Which is a problem because I absolutely loved those characters. So, I decided that, if I couldn’t write more fun stories with Felicity Chance and her gorgeous Greek/American PI sidekick, Cal Amity...then I decided I’d do the next best thing.
I opted to write about her country cousin, Joey Fulle and Cal’s brother Hal Amity.
Like Felicity, Joey is a self-deprecating debutante with a taste for solving mysteries and, like the “Intrepid” Cal, Hal is a PI who wants to help her with those proclivities...and erm other things. (Romance is sweet.)
I hope you enjoy this fun new series. I was really looking forward to creating this new world and I’m happy to say it was every bit as much fun as I anticipated.
Happy Reading!
CHAPTER ONE
The whole communication revolution thing is a mixed bag of wonderful and tedious. Things like cell phones are a revelation, allowing twenty-something women like me, who have trouble sitting still, to stay in touch with the important people in their lives while we go about our business.
But even the best innovations have their downside.
For example, a wise woman once told me never to answer a phone call whose number you don’t recognize. Answer at your own risk, my cousin Felicity proclaimed one rainy day in the arboretum.
And I’ve since witnessed the intelligence of her advice. Several times over.
Unfortunately, I’m apparently a slow learner.
“Hello?”
“Is this Miss Joey Fulle?”
I frowned, not liking the “I want to sell you a bridge” tone of the caller’s voice. “Nope, sorry. I think you have the wrong number.”
“Actually, I believe I have the right number, Miss Fulle.”
“You’re not right,” I said quickly and disconnected before the man on the other end of the phone had a chance to give me bad news. I had no idea what kind of bad news I was expecting. But I knew it was there, lurking like a vulture in a tree, ugly and ravenous.
I tugged the soft twisty off my shoulder length red-blonde hair and reached up to smooth the hair back into my favorite style, which was a high ponytail. Sweat dripped down between my shoulder blades and I was glad I’d dressed for the heat of an early June morning. Though my plain white tank top and cut off jean short shorts were already damp.
My dog, Cacophony, Caphy for short, bounded up and stopped in front of me, a clump of fur between her jaws. I grimaced. “Caphy, what did you do? Have you killed something again?”
A blonde Pitbull with gorgeous green eyes, Caphy bounced several times, her muscular haunches springing her several inches off the ground each time, and then barked happily and ran off again, tail whipping the air. I sighed, knowing I should follow her and see if I could save whatever she’d decided to “play” with.
My phone rang again. I hit Ignore and trudged after my dog. “Caphy girl, where’d you go?”
The distant sound of barking drew me to a copse of old trees, their gnarled branches bigger around than I was and tangled together high overhead. It was behind one of these, an elegant old Elm tree whose knobby arms spread wider than the rest, that my dog was mostly hidden. I could see her butt wagging happily as she moved around behind the tree.
“Caphy, come!”
My sweet Pitty bounced out from behind the distant tree and grinned at me, her entire body vibrating with excitement. “What have you found, girl?” I murmured to myself. “Come on, Caphy.”
But she turned back to whatever she was exploring. That was when I realized she must have cornered something. I picked up the pace and hurried in her direction.
By the time I was fifteen feet away I smelled something rotting and knew that, whatever she’d found, I wouldn’t be saving it.
Real panic set in. “Caphy, you come here right now!”
My dog disappeared behind the tree and I growled with frustration. But a moment later she reappeared, heading in my direction with something hanging out of her mouth. “Ugh!” I fought an impulse to turn and run. Being corpse-woman was not tops on my list of favorite things.
In fact, I was pretty sure it wasn’t on the list at all. “Drop it, Cacophony.”
Of course she ignored me, her steps becoming bouncier and more excited the closer she came. Clearly she wanted to share her treasure with me. I didn’t know how to impress upon her that having a mangled, half dried corpse of a bunny or squirrel dropped on my shoes didn’t take me to my happy place. My usual response of shrieking and running screaming away from her treasure just didn’t seem to be doing much to teach her.
She was a very bull-headed pitty. I grinned at my pun.
Caphy ran up and dropped to her haunches a few feet away. She kept hold of the object, which I was trying hard not to look at, as if she was afraid I was going to take it away from her. She would be right about that. But it wasn’t going to happen until I had a bag or something to use so I didn’t have to touch it. I tried one more time to get her to let loose of whatever she was clutch
ing between her jaws. “Drop it, girl.” If I was really lucky I could convince her to let go of it and I could drag her home.
To my shock she lowered her head and released the contents of her mouth.
I glanced down. My stomach did a painful little dance and my gag reflex kicked in. Caphy was watching me very carefully, letting the object lie there as if checking to see how I would react. I was glad it was out of her mouth.
In fact, I would have been elated about it.
But I was too busy shrieking and running away. It might not work for her...but it worked just fine for me.
SHERIFF ARNO WILLAGER peered toward the object hulking under the trees. Two, skinny white stick-like things protruded from one end, their bony lengths painted in red streaks. He narrowed his dark brown gaze at the thing, no doubt gawking at the enormous feet on the end of the sticks.
I shuddered beside him, my dog vibrating excitedly next to me on a leash.
“Is this your chipper, Joey?”
I gave him the full force of my hostile blue gaze. “Uh, no, Sheriff Willager. It’s not my chipper. And, before you ask, that’s not my body either.”
He lifted a golden eyebrow and quirked wide lips as he skimmed my own personal body a long, slow look. “Oh, I can see that.”
I frowned but didn’t scold him for giving me the once over. I was on uneven ground with that one because I was pretty sure there’d been one time at a party in high school when I’d been in a closet with Arno, our star quarterback at the time. We’d been pretty drunk and the details of what we’d been doing in there were vague. I decided that changing the subject might be a good idea. “Do you know...” I swallowed hard. “—who it is?”
Arno wrinkled his nose. “Can’t be more than a couple people around here with feet that big.”
I nodded, covering my nose with a hand as a warm breeze carried the butcher shop stench in our direction. “It’s horrible.”
Arno didn’t respond. Finally, I looked at him. “Did you call Doctor Miller?”
“I did.”
“Well that’s good.” I glanced down at the item on the ground a few feet away. It was part of a hand. A man’s hand if size was any indication. The ends of the fingers were missing, and my stomach roiled.
“Tell me how you found it.”
“I told you already. “
“Humor me, Joey.”
I sighed. “Caphy and I were taking a walk. It’s a nice day.”
He scoured me a look and I fought a grin. He was just too easy to annoy for his own good. “Caphy ran up ahead and came back with fur in her mouth.”
“Fur?”
“Well...I thought it was fur. But clearly it wasn’t.” My gaze skimmed to the small patch of scalp resting in the dirt where Caphy had dropped it.
“Did you walk up to the chipper?”
“No.”
“You didn’t touch anything? Move the body parts...?”
“Ew! Of course not. Why would you even ask me that?”
“It’s my job.”
Frustration twanged my last nerve. Arno had always been a man of few words, but he had to know I had about a thousand questions. As if reading my mind, he turned to frown down at me. The sun dropped slowly behind him, forming a backdrop for his tall, lean frame, narrow hips and broad shoulders. Arno’s face was classically handsome, with a clean-shaven square jaw, sexy brown eyes and a pleasantly-shaped mouth with a slightly fuller lower lip that was immensely appealing. Two lines rode the space between his dense golden brows as he looked at me. He was clearly chewing on something he thought he should tell me.
“What is it, Arno?”
The worry lines deepened and he held my gaze with a searching one. “You can’t talk about this, Joey. This is an ongoing investigation and I need you to promise me you won’t spill details around town.”
“I don’t know any details.”
“You know more right now than anybody else except the killer.” He lifted a golden brow for emphasis.
His words finally sank in. “Oh. Yikes.”
“I need you to keep a low profile until we figure out what’s going on.”
“Surely this is someone from outside the Hollow.”
He shrugged. “We don’t know that yet.”
I fell silent, chewing my bottom lip as a distant rumbling noise climbed ever closer to the spot where we stood. That would be Doctor Miller and the deputies Arno had called. They would have left their cars on the road and were approaching on all-terrain vehicles. My family’s property included well over a hundred acres without roads. And the spot where Arno and I stood was in the most remote section of it all. The killer couldn’t have found a more private spot to stick some poor schmoe into a wood chipper.
Finally, I nodded. “Okay. I promise.”
“Good. Now you should get on home with that dog. She’s disrupted the crime scene enough.”
Caphy whined softly and dropped to her wide haunches, plying the Deputy with a grin and soft eyes for good measure.
She wrung a grin out of him and he reached out to scratch the wide spot between her eyes. “You’re a good girl, Caphy.”
My pitty leapt to her feet and started wagging from her nose to the deadly whip of her tail, which unfortunately was smacking painfully against my leg.
I gave her leash a tug and, with one final look at the horror between the trees, we started back toward home. Despite my promise to keep the body in the chipper to myself, I had no intention of doing it. Whoever that poor soul was, he or she was killed on my property.
That made it personal.
And, personally, I didn’t like it when people started flinging other people into wood chippers in my woods.
It was rude and disturbing.
And nipping it in the bud as quickly as possible seemed like the logical thing to do.
CHAPTER TWO
“What do you mean you don’t know who it is?” I couldn’t believe that, after two whole days Arno didn’t seem any closer to finding out who’d been chipped into pieces in my woods. “Have you taken roll call in town?”
“Very funny, Joey.”
I frowned. “This is very upsetting.”
He sighed. “I know. But I promise you I’m working on it.”
“What about dentals?”
“It’s kind of hard to reconstruct the pieces.”
Argh! “Fingerprints?”
“Chopped.”
“I don’t suppose he had a wallet in his pocket?”
“If he did I haven’t found it. I’m guessing if the killer went to so much trouble to hide the identity of the body, he or she would have made sure to remove any identifying documentation.”
I knew he was right. But dang if it wasn’t frustrating. “What about the chipper? Where’d it come from?”
“Buck reported it stolen from Mitzner Landscaping.”
“That’s convenient.”
“Now Joey...”
“What? I’m just sayin’.” Buck Mitzner just happened to be the resident “angry man” in the small town of Deer Hollow. He was famous for getting his wick lit over the smallest perceived slight. One time he’d punched a guy at Sonny’s Diner because the tourist had boasted that the six-point buck he’d shot was the biggest in Deer Hollow history.
Buck, whose father had been off deer hunting with friends while his mother was giving birth to infant Buck some fifty years earlier...thus the ill-advised name...figured the biggest buck in Hollow history was already hanging over his own fireplace.
“I wonder if the dead guy’s a former client of Mitzner’s?”
“Joey, I’m looking into it. And you promised me you’d stay out.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“Joey...”
“Nothing to worry about, Arno. I made a promise and I’ll keep it...” Sort of. “Have a nice day.”
I disconnected and quickly dialed my cousin, Felicity.
She answered on the third ring, sounding breathless. “Hey there! How’s
things in the Hollow?”
“Things have been better.”
“Oh?” Felicity sounded immediately concerned. “Are you okay? Caphy?”
“We’re both good.” I reached down and scratched my dog between the ears, grinning when one of her back legs started to thump with pleasure. “But something’s happened in my...erm...”
“Your erm?”
I thought about it for a moment, working out how to technically keep my promise to Arno and still get what I wanted from Felicity. Finally, I went with a pretty standard escape clause. “I have this friend...”
“A friend?”
“Stick with me here. This friend has a hypothetical problem.”
“A hypothetical friend with a problem, got it.”
“No, the friend isn’t hypothetical...” I started to argue, but I recognized that it was all hypothetical. “No, you’re right, everything I’m about to tell you is...hypothetical.”
“I’m listening.”
“This friend was out for a walk with her dog the other day...”
“Was your friend’s dog a pibl?”
Joey sighed. “Focus, Felicity.”
“Sorry,” her cousin’s voice throbbed with laughter.
“Anyway, said friend and dog, which may or may not have been a Pitbull, found something horrible in the woods.”
“Okay, I’m not liking where this story’s going.”
“That makes two of us, but my...erm...friend needs help.”
“You’re in trouble?”
“Not me, my friend. And she’s not in trouble so much as, just wanting to get to the bottom of things.”
“What things?”
“A dead guy.”
Silence throbbed across the phone line. “Dead? How? Why?”
“All TBD, I’m afraid. Well, except for the ‘how’ part. Think Humpty Dumpty.”
“Ew!”
“Yeah. All the King’s men are at a loss.”
“Joey, please tell me this guy’s death isn’t somehow tied to you?”
“It’s not. Well, I assume it’s not. Arno hasn’t figured out who it is yet.”
“Arno Willager, my favorite villager?”
