Path to Nowhere
A Shady Acres Mystery, Book 2
By Cynthia Hickey
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Copyright 2016
Written by: Cynthia Hickey
Published by: Winged Publications
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
No part of this book may be copied or distributed without the author’s consent.
1
Three weeks without a murder had me walking with a definite spring in my step. “Good morning!” I sang to everyone I passed on my way to breakfast.
“Shelby Jenkins!” Alice Johnson, manager of Shady Acres, narrowed her eyes. “What are you wearing?”
“Shorts and a blouse.” I glanced down at my favorite rainboots, black and white striped with a red bow on the back, a light blue blouse and cut off denims. Was something wrong with her eyes?
“Untie the blouse at your waist. Your stomach is showing. You’ll give the old men a heart attack.”
“But, it’s hot today.” I did as instructed…she was my boss after all. Now, my shirt was wrinkled where I’d tied it. I sighed. “Do you have a certain chore for me today?” As the community gardener and event coordinator, I had learned not to plan my to-do list before speaking with Alice.
“That old brick path needs cleaned up.”
“Where does it go?”
“Nowhere…I don’t care. It’s an eye sore. Now that we’re under new management, I’ll be hiring an interior decorator to redo the cottages. We’re going to make this the ritzy place for retirees that it was meant to be.” Without a dismissal, she turned and headed for the main building.
I shrugged. We could have at least walked together.
“Bossy, witch.”
Startled, I turned, knocking a stack of magazines from the hands of our receptionist Teresa Givens. “Me?”
“Of course not. Alice.” She stooped to pick up the magazines.
I stooped to help, glancing at the headshot of one of Hollywood’s hunks. “I didn’t know you read these.”
She shrugged. “I’m fascinated by the lives of the rich and famous. When I was little, I dreamed of being a movie star. I want a big house, a fancy car, and a man who showers me with gifts.”
“You’ve got the looks for it.” I stood and handed her the ones I’d gathered. “What’s stopping you?”
“Money, mostly. Thanks.” She wrapped her arms around the pile and turned toward the cottages. “See you at breakfast. Alice was insistent I put these away so clients wouldn’t see my ‘trashy’ magazines. Her words, not mine.”
How well I understood. Every employee at Shady Acres had received a tongue lashing from Alice at one time or another. It was worse after the murders last month. Now, Alice seemed to think herself invincible.
She’d been the primary target until I stuck my nose where it didn’t belong. Then, the target had switched to me.
I pushed open the double doors to the dining hall. Conversation, laughter, and the clink of eating utensils against dishes assaulted my ears. Taking a deep breath, I glanced around for Grandma and Heath.
Grandma sat at a table with Harold Ball, Marvin Hall, William Jamison, and Bob Satchett. Of course, she was the only female at the table.
My eyes widened at the fluorescent pink jogging suit she wore with royal blue heels. Shaking my head, I moved to the employee table where Heath was already digging into a mountain of pancakes.
“Hello, gorgeous.” He swallowed and grinned.
I planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Good morning.” I headed for the buffet and filled my plate with fruit, cheese, and a croissant before sitting next to Heath.
“Did Alice tell you about her plans for the place?”
“Redecorating? Yep.” I bit into a strawberry. “I like my cottage just fine. What’s on the agenda for you?”
“I need to look into Dave’s and Harry’s cottages and see what repairs, if any, need to be made.” His tone sobered as he mentioned the deceased Dave, and his killer Harry. “Alice wants those cabins done first. She said she already has people interested in renting them.”
“She wants me to clear some path to nowhere.” I buttered my croissant. “Which is fine. I have a lot of the grounds looking pretty good, other than a few bushes that need trimming, I could do with a large project.” Not to mention I needed to come up with a social activity for that weekend.
“Well, we need to earn our keep, I suppose.”
I shrugged. At least she had stopped giving me portions of her own job to do. For a while, I had been lucky to get any of my own work done, as Alice tended to treat me as her personal assistant. It was still better than a room full of rowdy third graders, which is what I worked at before. I finished off my breakfast and grabbed Heath’s plate and mine. “I’ll set these on the counter on my way out. I might as well get a look at this path.”
I waved at Grandma on my way out and headed for the part of the grounds I had yet to get to. I hadn’t counted it a priority since it was at the back. Shouldn’t I first work on what could be seen? Still, orders were orders.
After stopping at my cottage for a floppy straw hat to ward off the summer’s hot sun, I made my way to the bleached blond brick walkway, my mind already deciding the types of colorful foliage I would line it with. Flowers for spring and summer, evergreens for fall and winter.
Weeds and grass grew between the bricks. First priority would be grass and weed killer. I continued along my brick road until I came to a nine foot overgrown hedge hidden by a stand of trees.
I glanced right, then left. The hedge stretched as far as I could see. How had I missed something so large? Maybe because I’d been busy solving a couple of murders and trying to stay alive myself. I shoved aside branches and followed the hedge until I located a rusty gate. I pushed it open, wincing at the loud shriek the hinges made.
A maze! One that needed work, but a maze nevertheless. I’d found my next social event. How fun to traverse the maze at night by flashlight. I’d have to work fast to have it ready by the weekend, but a backhoe would rake up the fallen leaves quick enough. It would take a while to trim the hedges, but that wouldn’t stop the community from having a bit of fun. The prize would be at the end.
Deciding I needed something to show my way so I wouldn’t get lost, I headed back to my cottage for some ribbon leftover from a project I’d done with my students once upon a time.
Armed with red ribbon and a pair of scissors, I hurried back and left a bow at each intersection, removing the ribbon when I realized I’d gone the wrong way. Oh, this was fun! I could already imagine the hilarity that would ensue when it was dark.
After an hour of traversing the very difficult trails, I wished for a drink of water. Why hadn’t I filled my cooler and brought the wheelbarrow? I sat on a stone bench and fanned by face with my hat.
The maze was very peaceful. Birds twittered from within and from somewhere came the sound of trickling water. It would be beautiful when finished.
Rested, I pushed to my feet and continued on my personal treasure hunt. There had to be an end to the thing. I only hoped it didn’t come back out before revealing something wonderful. A place I could set the prize for the participant who got there first.
I rounded a corner. Oh, a gazebo! It needed paint, and one of the benches sagged, but it was the perfect place to hide a…body?
Sensible navy pumps covering feet connected
to shapely calves, hung down the gazebo steps. I dashed forward, pulling my phone from my pocket as I ran.
Teresa Givens, a knife protruding from her chest, stared up at me with dead eyes.
I dialed Officer Ted Lawrence, who also happened to be Grandma’s boyfriend. “This is Shelby. I found a dead body.”
“Who?”
“This isn’t the time for teasing! Teresa Givens is lying in the gazebo in the maze with a knife in her chest.”
He sighed. “I’m on my way.”
“Oh, Ted?”
“Yeah?”
“Follow the brick road, then the hedge, then the red bows, and…oh, bring me some water, please. I’m dying here.” I cringed at my choice of words.
He said a few colorful expletives and hung up.
I dialed Alice next. “Teresa is dead in the maze.”
“Excuse me?”
“Dead as in stabbed in the chest.”
“We have a maze?”
“Alice!”
“Sorry, I wasn’t aware.”
I gave her the same directions I had given Officer Ted, then dialed Heath. “Teresa is dead in the maze.” I should have recorded my first conversation and replayed it to all interested parties.
“Are you okay?”
Finally, someone cared about me and the victim. “I’m fine.” Tears burned my eyes. “But Teresa isn’t. Oh, Heath, all she wanted was to be a movie star.” I plopped onto the sagging bench across from the body. “Who would want to kill such a nice girl?”
“I’m on my way. Oh, there’s Alice. I’ll come with her.” Click.
Great. The one woman other than me who had a crush on Heath would now get to follow the maze with him.
Doing my best not to look at Teresa’s body, I decided to stay busy seeing what all needed done to get the gazebo in shape. Maybe I could ask Heath to fit it into his schedule to help. I had an engraved wooden box given to me by my lousy, coward of an ex-fiance that would make the perfect prize. I would set it right on the banister.
Where was everybody? I resumed my seat and fanning my face. It had taken me a long time to get here, but I left them a clear path.
An hour after I called Officer Ted, he arrived on the scene with Grandma, Alice, and Heath in tow. Grandma stood over the body, a hungry gleam in her eye. Since the first murders, she fancied herself a sleuth and seemed to look for mysteries every day.
“I don’t think she was killed here,” I said.
Officer Ted glanced my way. “Why do you say that?”
“There’s no pool of blood under her.” I stood. “Now, I’m not saying she wasn’t killed in the maze, that’s possible, but I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Most likely.” He didn’t look the least bit happy about my observation. “Stay out of it, Shelby.”
“I didn’t have anything else to do while waiting on y’all, but think about it.”
“Your job here is done.”
“Not really. I have a lot of work to do before the weekend haunted maze activity—”
“What a great idea!” Grandma clapped her hands. “It’ll be even more scary now that someone was killed.”
Officer Ted scowled. “This is a crime scene. I doubt it’s cleared in time for you to prepare for this weekend.”
Of course, he was right. I needed another plan, and I was fresh out of ideas. No, wait. I’d play off the scariness of this and build people’s anticipation with a murder mystery dinner in the dining hall.
I skirted Teresa’s body, tears springing fresh. I really thought we could have become friends, given the time, if not for the fact the girl was very secretive about what she did after work. I glanced one more time at her, then squatted next to her.
“Did you see this?” I pointed to the bouquet of roses under her. “I think she was here with a beau.”
2
“She wasn’t killed here,” Officer said.
“No, but the killer let her keep the flowers.” To me, that signified someone she knew, possibly someone who cared for her in a sick twisted way.
Two detectives arrived, followed by two other men in uniform. They immediately strung yellow crime scene tape, blocking off the gazebo area and shooing us to the other side of the tape.
“The rest of you can leave. Shelby stay here, I have questions for you.” Officer Ted gave me a stern look, then turned to converse with one of the other officers.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Grandma said. She pulled a granola bar and a bottle of water from her cavernous purse. “Here, you look peaked.”
“Bless you.” I drank half the bottle in one go. “I’ve been out here for a long time.”
Heath pulled me into a hug. “I’m so sorry you had to be the one to find her.”
“Seems to be my lot in life at Shady Acres.” Gracious, I hoped not. While solving mysteries was fun, I hated that people died. Why couldn’t it be something as simple as a stolen ring? That would still give Grandma and I the thrill of the hunt without someone losing their life. Tears welled again.
I couldn’t remember crying as much in my entire life as I had in the last month of working at Shady Acres. “This place is cursed.”
Heath chuckled. “No, you’re just unlucky.”
I peered up at his face. “This is my fault?”
“I didn’t mean it that way. I only meant that you have poor luck in being the one to stumble across the bodies.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m sorry.”
I nodded. He was right, but it was because I traversed the entire grounds doing my job. Most of the residents didn’t follow the same paths I did.
After another hour and my second water bottle, I had a whole different body function problem. For one of the few times since meeting Officer Ted, I looked up with anticipation as he came to question me. Soon, I could go home to my humble cottage.
“Start from the beginning.” Officer Ted pulled a pen and small notepad from his pocket.
“Well, Alice told me to clean up this path. I followed it and found this maze. Then, to keep from getting lost, I—”
He rolled his eyes. “Can you skip to the part about finding the victim?”
I sighed. “Fine. I thought it might be fun to do a community event in the maze and was searching for a place to leave the prize. I found the gazebo…and Teresa. I didn’t touch her.” I crossed my arms and glared.
“So, you don’t know whether she was alive when you got here?”
“I’m pretty sure she wasn’t. Her chest wasn’t moving and she wasn’t blinking. Last time I found a body, you yelled at me for touching…it. I wasn’t going to make that mistake again.” Please God, don’t have let her have been alive when I arrived and I didn’t do anything to help.
He shook his head. “Then…”
“I called you, then Alice, then Heath.”
He snapped his notebook closed. “We’re finished for now. You may go.” He turned in a definite move of dismissal.
Heath put an arm around my shoulders and we followed my path of red bows out of the maze and back to my cottage. Alice was the only one who stayed behind, most likely doing what she thought was her managerial duties.
“Good morning!”
I opened the door to see Mom on my sofa, a cup of tea in her hand. “Mom?”
“I’ve made tea.” She held up her cup. “There’s plenty.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m staying with your grandmother while my house is being fumigated.”
“You are?” Grandma frowned. “You know how I feel about you cramping my style.”
“You’ll get over it. You’re an old woman. I won’t cramp my daughter’s style.”
I had no idea what style they were talking about. I plopped on the sofa next to her and explained about my morning.
“Oh, dear, you do have a way with murder, don’t you?”
“What?” I frowned.
“This is what…the third body you’ve found? You’ve a gift, dear, and while I don’t co
ndone you putting yourself in danger, you should use this gift and find out who killed the poor girl.”
“I think I’ll stay out of this one.” I shuddered.
“What if someone else dies because you didn’t snoop around?”
Grandma patted me on the hand. “I’ll help you.”
Good grief. I glanced at Heath for help.
He shrugged. “This is between the three of you…and the police. Ted will have a heart attack if you get involved, so keep that in mind.”
“I can handle Ted,” Grandma said. “All he needs is a little female persuasion and he’s putty in my hands.”
Gross. “I don’t plan on getting involved.”
“You won’t be able to help yourself,” Grandma said. “It’s a sickness.”
“The cure is minding my own business.” I moved to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of tea. My family was going to pull me into this murder whether I liked it or not. Don’t they remember that me and Cheryl, my best friend, were almost burned alive by the last killer?
Deciding I needed a rational person to talk to, I headed for my room and called Cheryl. I told her what had happened and settled back against the bed pillows to listen while she reassured me that everything would be okay.
“Another one?”
“I don’t ask for these things to happen, Cheryl.”
“If I wasn’t teaching summer school, I’d come out and help you solve the crime.”
“I’m not getting involved.”
Her loud laughter showed she didn’t believe me. “Sure.”
“I’m serious.”
“You won’t be able to help yourself. You’ll hear or see something and off you’ll go. I’m only sorry I’ll miss it.”
“You actually enjoyed almost being killed?”
“Well, not that part, but the rest was entertaining.”
I was surrounded by insane people. “I hoped you’d be the voice of reason.”
“Sorry. All reason was lost a long time ago. Look, I’ve got to go grade a ton of paperwork. Keep me posted. Ciao!” Click.
“Here.” Grandma entered the room and dumped her bag on the bed next to me. “I bought you a Tazor, a tiny flashlight, and some pepper spray. I figured after what happened before you would need them. How right I am. I’ll buy you a gun if you want one. I ordered me a hot pink number that’s to die for.”
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