by Anne R. Tan
Breezy Friends and Bodies
A Raina Sun Mystery
Anne R. Tan
Contents
COPYRIGHT
BACK COVER
THANK YOU
DEDICATION
1. A Symbiotic Relationship
2. A French K-I-S-S
3. A Small Prank
4. Bleach My Ears
5. Twenty-One Hours
6. In the Doghouse
7. Cat and Mouse
8. Bite Me
9. Every Shade of Ugly
10. Playing with Dragons
11. A Chat with Napoleon
12. Twisted Underwear
13. It's Not You
14. Devil's Bargain
15. Funny Money
16. Ninja Attack
17. Kill the Messenger
18. Dancing Fool
19. Storming the Castle
20. Perfume de Raina
21. A New Rain
THANK YOU
RAINING MEN AND CORPSES
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Copyright © 2015 by Anne R. Tan
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Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
BACK COVER
Raina Sun thought cleaning her grandma's house in San Francisco to prepare for Chinese New Year would be a breeze. Instead, she finds her deceased grandfather’s secret journal and ends up French kissing the train tracks in a mugging incident.
After putting the move on her grandma, her grandfather’s BFF took an elevator ride straight to the Heavenly Gates. And the second time Raina ends up flat on her back without a man in sight, she suspects the Year of the Monkey would leave her skulking in cold damp places where family secrets are better off dying with the dead.
For readers who like fun cozy mysteries, quirky characters, and a dash of humor.
Raining Men and Corpses (Raina Sun #1)
Gusty Lovers and Cadavers (Raina Sun #2)
Breezy Friends and Bodies (Raina Sun #3)
Balmy Darlings and Death (Raina Sun #4) available June 2016.
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Raining Men and Corpses (Raina Sun #1)
Gusty Lovers and Cadavers (Raina Sun #2)
Breezy Friends and Bodies (Raina Sun #3)
Balmy Darlings and Death (Raina Sun #4) available June 2016.
To Khai,
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1
A Symbiotic Relationship
Raina jerked her head from the pages of the journal when the back door opened and the laughter and hubbub of conversations drifted out from the house. After a quick glance over her shoulder, she ducked underneath the staircase in the backyard. She clutched her deceased grandfather’s journal to her chest and hoped Uncle Martin would go back inside when he saw the empty yard.
She turned off the light on her cell phone and slipped it into her pocket. She’d waited two years to find this treasure, so a few more minutes would be a breeze. The damp fog rolling in from the San Francisco Bay made the recent injury on her knee ache.
The wind shifted, and acrid smoke and snippets of Uncle Martin’s conversation drifted downwards. “…New Year’s Eve dinner…liver…humane.” The discussion with the butcher became more technical and Raina’s attention drifted off.
Sometimes Chinese New Year could be just as annoying as Christmas with everyone wanting to appear outwardly benevolent. Who cared how the cow was slaughtered? Dead was dead. Absolution shouldn’t come in the form of loose change clanging against the collection box during holidays or how a cow was treated at his death.
Footsteps came down the stairs, drowning out the rest of the conversation. Dust showered on Raina with each thudding step. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the grit from her eyes. She felt like a naughty child instead of the grown woman she was, but a retiree with too much free time was the worst kind of busybody.
The last thing she needed going into Chinese New Year were uncomfortable questions about Ah Gong’s secret family in China. As if she knew why or how her grandfather was able to keep this skeleton for fifty years. At the moment, she wanted to know how his journal ended up in her older sister’s house.
Raina shifted her cold bottom, but it only increased the pins and needles sensation. Geez, why didn’t the man get on with it? He must be sitting on the steps, just on the other side of where she huddled. She could imagine the cigarette dangling from his mouth and bobbing in time to his words.
Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and she saw the outline of the lawn furniture stacked in one corner with plastic covers over them. What she wouldn’t give to pull one of the chairs out.
Chinese superstition held that anything a person did during this critical period prior to the celebration for the New Year was an omen of things to come. If this superstition were true, then Raina had a year of skulking in cold, dark places to look forward to. Wonderful.
Another minute ticked by. Uncle Martin shifted, and dust rained down between the cracks again. Raina covered her mouth with one hand to muffle her sneeze. The silence stretched on. This was ridiculous. Were they trying to out wait each other?
She waited a few more minutes and crawled out from underneath the staircase—only to find Uncle Martin looking straight at her with an expectant smile. The single naked bulb at the stoop did little to illuminate the foot of the stairs. His face was half hidden by shadows. Throw in the swirling fog and cloying cigarette smoke, and this could be a spooky encounter if Raina hadn’t known the seventy-year-old man her entire life.
Uncle Martin wasn’t technically an uncle. He was married to her grandmother’s cousin at one point, but they were divorced by the time Raina was born. Strangely, it was the cousin who disappeared from their lives and the ex-husband that hung around the family.
“I thought you were behind the apple tree,” Uncle Martin said.
Raina hugged the journal across her chest as if the flimsy book were a shield. The hair on the back of her neck stood at attention. It sounded as if Uncle Martin was aware of her nefarious activity and sought her out.
“Should I be concerned we have another ninja in the family?” he a
sked, the laughter in his voice grating on her nerves.
“No, I wouldn’t think of intruding on Po Po's fantasy.” Her grandma was notorious for her inventive costumes.
He chuckled. “What do you have there? That looks like one of your grandfather’s old journals. I don’t understand why people want to record what happens in their lives.”
She gave him a noncommittal tight smile, the kind one gave to a talkative passenger on a bus to discourage further conversation without being outright rude. “I better go back upstairs. It’s almost time for Lila to open presents.”
“Where’s your Po Po? I’m surprised she’s not at her great-granddaughter’s birthday party.”
He flicked the cigarette butt into the darken yard, and slipped a new one in his mouth, his lips tightening around the cylinder. His hand screened the wind while the other hand clicked on the lighter.
She plucked the lighter from his hands and slipped it into her pocket. “One is plenty, Uncle Martin.”
He slipped the cigarette back into the pocket of his sweater. “You’re starting to act like your grandma.”
Raina smiled. There was no better compliment. “Po Po should be back for the New Year’s Eve dinner. Her best friend had an outpatient procedure.”
Bonnie Wong, or Po Po as Raina had always called her maternal grandmother, was popular among the local retirees and ate marriage proposals for breakfast. There weren’t too many seventy-five-year-olds with her energy or full set of teeth.
“Raina, I need your help. When is Bonnie coming back to San Francisco?” Uncle Martin asked again.
“I just told you. Po Po will be back before the end of the week.”
Uncle Martin tugged at the collar of his sweater, the wobbly loose skin on his throat spilling over the fabric. “Oh, right.” He took a deep breath. “I need you to convince your grandma to go out on a date with me.”
Raina’s eyes widened until she felt like a bug-eyed toad. She’d never been asked to play matchmaker before. If it were up to her, she would run a background check on each and every suitor. “How come you don’t ask her yourself?” she asked, stalling for time. Her grandma would never forgive Raina for her interference. “You, of all people, should know she is perfectly capable of making her own decisions.”
“Bonnie didn’t like the idea.” Uncle Martin frowned, staring over Raina’s shoulder as if remembering past rejections. “Look, she trusts you. You're the only one she asked to clear out her husband's stuff. You can convince her.”
His faith in her influence stood on quicksand. Things had been rocky between Raina and her grandmother since their Christmas blow-up on the interpretation of lying.
He didn't need to know cleaning out the attic was Po Po's passive-aggressive punishment because Raina “lied by omission.” How was she to know her promise to her dying grandfather would lead to the role of confessor for his infidelity? Then again, maybe Raina misunderstood the entire thing. After all, she wasn’t a mind reader.
“I am Switzerland. Totally neutral when it comes to my grandmother's love life,” Raina said. Rumor had it Uncle Martin had money of his own, but he didn’t have the vigor to match her grandma nor did he have the calming personality that could temper Po Po’s razzle-dazzle. “She doesn't comment on the men I date and I extend the same courtesy to her.”
“Fate can be such a shyster. I had to fall in love with the woman who was engaged to my best friend.” His mouth twisted into a grimace. “I cared for my ex-wife. And I tried to make our marriage work, but sometimes you only fall in love once in a lifetime and everyone else pales by comparison.”
Raina’s eyes softened. Was this the reason Uncle Martin stayed close to the Wong family all these years? How come she never felt like this about anyone? Well, she did have passion like this once, but Matthew didn’t want her. “I don’t know…”
“It’s now or never. I can’t spend the rest of my life waiting. My liver is failing. Who knows how many years I have left? And with what time I do have, I want to show your grandma a good time.”
Raina gave him a sideways glance. Yuck! There wasn't enough bleach in the world to scrub away the image of Uncle Martin doing the Hokey Pokey with Po Po.
“Just put in a good word for me. Get Bonnie and me in the same room. I will take it from there. Please, Raina, I could make your grandma happy,” Uncle Martin said, the words tumbling out now that he got over the difficult part.
Raina shook her head. No way was she getting involved. If she kept another secret from her grandma, it would be the end of their relationship. The truth always had a way of coming out.
“What can I do to get you to help me?” Uncle Martin asked.
“Sorry, there’s nothing I need so desperately that would make me want to interfere with my grandma’s love life.”
“I can tell you the truth about what happened in China in nineteen sixty-two.” He nodded at the journal in Raina’s hands. “Stuff that might not be in there.”
Raina froze, turning her head like a puppet to stare at the elderly man who had been a benign uncle to her until this evening. Her deceased grandfather had acquired a secret family in nineteen sixty-two. At his death, he had left three million dollars in Raina’s custody for their upkeep. This secret had dictated her life for two years.
“What do you know?” she said through numb lips.
He wagged his index finger. “Na-ah. Not until you get me a date with Bonnie.”
Before Raina could continue her conversation, the back door clicked opened. Her sister, Cassie, peered out into the backyard. “There you are, Rainy. It's time for the birthday cake.”
Uncle Martin got up, brushing dirt off his pants. “Just think about it. This could be the beginning of a symbiotic relationship.” He chuckled as if he made a world-class joke.
* * *
Raina slid a sideways glance at a laughing Uncle Martin by the grouping on her right. Next to him stood a tall distinguished man with a round gut that would make a potbelly pig jealous. Mom sailed in from the kitchen with a platter of goodies and the men immediately shifted to welcome her into the group.
All the designer furniture was pushed up against the walls, leaving a clear space in the middle of the great room. The younger children had been relegated to the den with the nanny hours ago. As the brigade of wine and beer exchanged hands, everyone spoke over the person next to them, so the room clamored like a broken bell. This was turning out to be some two-year-old birthday party.
Cassie snapped her fingers in front of Raina’s face to get her attention. “What are you looking at?” She turned around, and her sleek black hair fanned out behind her. The lights bounced off the gloss like liquid mercury. Raina would willingly give up a molar for a mane like that.
Mr. Potbelly reached over and squeezed their mother’s waist. Mom’s favorite dating advice to her daughters comprised of pumping men up with food to ensure they didn’t stray too far from home, which never made sense since their dad had been a health nut. Apparently she’d found someone who didn’t mind being pumped.
“Who is the man with Mom?” Raina asked.
“Do you remember Hudson Rice, Uncle Martin’s nephew? He moved back from L.A. last year to take over the family business. It was the only way Uncle Martin could retire,” Cassie said.
Raina did a double take, trying to reconcile the overweight man with the fit playboy in her memory. The thinning black hair held more streaks of gray. Time had blurred much of the Eurasian features, but the ice blue eyes still flashed with a wry humor she remembered from her childhood.
Cassie smirked. “He didn’t age well, huh? I heard it’s from partying too much.”
“Nobody really ages well. I'm surprised Hudson has gained so much weight. He used to be a marathon runner.” Was this Raina’s future staring at her? Maybe she should add weights to her routine. Rail-thin with a head of curly black hair like a dandelion puff, she didn’t need a daily run, but without the endorphins, she couldn’t guarantee her family’s sa
fety within spitting distance.
Cassie’s mouth tightened as if she took personal offense. Their relationship was touch and go ever since Raina had refused to pay off her sister's credit cards last year. “I’m aging well and so is Mom.”
Raina averted her gaze, glancing down at the wineglass in her hands. At thirty, of course her sister was “aging well” compared to someone in his late forties. And their mother was a socialite, flitting around the City like a butterfly. This kind of living sure could age someone. “Is Mom dating him?”
“I hope so. He's Uncle Martin's heir. And besides, how cool is it that Mom is dating a younger man?”
Raina glanced at Hudson again. Just because he would inherit the family business didn’t mean he was financially solvent, especially since his living depended on Chinese faith and superstition. “I’m surprised Mom has taken up with a reformed player.”
“I think it’s cool she gets to tame the bad boy.”
Raina raised an eyebrow. How bad could Hudson Rice be when he couldn’t even see his toes?
Cassie continued, “Changing topics. Why did Po Po want you to clear out Ah Gong’s stuff from the house? “
Raina licked her lips. She had to tread carefully so her sister wouldn’t stalk off in a huff before she had time to ask about the journal. “I don't think Po Po can handle going through his stuff. Even though he has been dead for two years, it's painful to close the door on fifty years of marriage.” More so when he was a cheating rat. “If you’re feeling left out, you’re more than welcome to come help me.”
“Is she planning to sell the Victorian? Why did she buy a condo in Gold Springs?”
“I don't know.”
“Come on, you must know something. She moved into the dinky little town you call home. I don’t understand why anyone would want to leave the City.”
“I really don't know,” Raina said, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. Gold Springs wasn't dinky. “Po Po is a grown woman. Why would I question what she does?”
