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by Alison Golden

Nat wrapped her up in a hug. “We thought you deserved it. We wanted to take a load off your mind.”

  “It looks fantastic, cher,” Evangeline said. “Even better than when it was full of ma ole junk.”

  “It has great energy, Roxy,” George said.

  Elijah nodded. “You work so hard, Roxy. You deserve it.”

  “You do,” said Sage.

  “I want to give you something, too, for all your help.” Dr. Jack stood next to Sage. They were holding hands.

  “You don’t need to give me anything, Dr. Jack,” said Roxy. “Honestly.”

  “Well, it’s a little too late for that,” he said. “I put in a call to the police department.” He gave her his phone. “Someone wants to speak to you.”

  “Huh?” Roxy, dazed with surprise, took the phone. “Hello?”

  “Hello, Roxy, Officer Trudeau here.”

  “Hello. Are you okay? Is your leg healing well?”

  “Yes, thank you,” he said. “I’ll be back to work in a couple of weeks.”

  “That’s good,” said Roxy.

  “You’re probably wondering why we’re on the phone.”

  Roxy laughed. “You could say I’m curious.”

  “Well, Detective Johnson and I have been talking, and the New Orleans Police Department would like to award you a medal for your bravery in the capture of Terah Jones and Charles Romanoff.”

  “What?” Roxy said. “No way!”

  “Yep. You did an outstanding job helping us catch them, Roxy. You were right all along. It wasn’t Dr. Jack.”

  Roxy looked over at George. “I’m just so glad Dr. Jack is off the hook and that you and George are okay. Solving the case is just the filling in the beignets.”

  “All thanks to you,” came Trudeau’s reply.

  “You helped!” Roxy said.

  “Well, yes, but that’s my job. So will you accept the award? Johnson will be mightily annoyed if you don’t.”

  Roxy laughed. “Suppose I better had, then.”

  “I should say so.”

  “Thank you, Officer Trudeau.”

  “Call me Newman,” he said. “Here, Detective Johnson wants a word with you.”

  Roxy winced and bit her thumb. “Okay.”

  Johnson came on the line. “I just wanted to say, um, thanks. And glad you didn’t get hurt. Yes.” Johnson cleared his throat. “That is all.”

  “I’m sorry about impers…” Roxy began.

  “Let’s not talk anymore about that, lady. It all came right in the end.” There was a pause.

  “All right, Detective Johnson. Bye then.”

  “Goodbye, Roxy.” She ended the call.

  Roxy?

  “Woo-hoo! I think we should have a drink to celebrate!” said Nat. “Everyone downstairs for some champagne!”

  “I second that!” said George. The skin on his face was a little raw from where he’d been gagged with duct tape but aside from that, he had recovered well from his ordeal.

  Soon they were all down in the lounge, sipping on champagne. Sam prepared to play his sax as Elijah passed out mini pastries and Funky Cat cookies. “They’re made with real Louisiana strawberries and pistachios, people!” Nefertiti snuggled on Roxy’s lap.

  “You know, George, I thought it might be you when you disappeared with Charles. I thought you might be in cahoots,” Roxy said.

  George hung his head. “I think I deserved what I got, honestly. I started thinking all kinds of bad things about Meredith. I attracted the situation to myself. When Charles came in that back room, he punched Royston, imagine! Then he put a gun to my head and got me to climb out of the window. I should have run when he was climbing through the window after me, but I was so shocked. I couldn’t believe what was happening!

  “He took me to that warehouse and tied me up. Then Terah appeared and demanded I tell her what I knew. But I didn’t know anything! She said she was going to shoot me and leave my body for the rats to feed off. No one ever went to that warehouse anymore, she said. Charles never said a word and then suddenly just ran away. I think he knew that killing me would spell a very bad future for him in the spiritual realm. The spirits would not appreciate him killing me. He did tell me once that he thought Meredith was a complete charlatan, but he wasn’t so sure I was a fraud.”

  Roxy shuddered. “It sounds awful.”

  “I’ll get over it.”

  Nat patted him on the shoulder. “You’re stronger than you think, George.”

  Roxy looked at them for a moment—the deeply warm and affectionate way they looked at each other. She wondered what was in store for them. They said they were just friends, and she believed them, but Nat had been very cagey. Roxy had found her wiping her eyes in the kitchen that morning, and suspected George leaving for home later that day had something to do with it. Nat had blamed her sniffles on the onions she was cutting up.

  “How do you feel about Meredith now? Are you mad at her?”

  “No,” said George. “Whether or not she made up some schtick, she was still exacting and perfectionistic and brilliant and talented. She had high standards. At some level, she had a gift. And I owe her for showing me mine. I will say, though, that I’m glad Royston doesn’t hold the part I played in that deal against me. Had I known that I was being asked to bring harm to another spirit, I wouldn’t have done it.”

  “Hey, why don’t we toast Meredith?” Roxy suggested. “She was a person, a human being who didn’t deserve what happened to her.”

  “Absolutely.”

  “To Meredith!” Roxy said, raising her glass in the air.

  Nefertiti chimed in, “Miaow!” and made everyone laugh.

  Later, Roxy climbed up to the loft. She wanted to look it over at her leisure without anyone else in the room.

  “Oh!” she cried when she opened the door. Sam was there.

  “Hey, Roxy. Just admiring my handiwork.” Sam smiled.

  “You did a fantastic job. Thank you so much.”

  “You are very welcome. Are you sure you don’t want to make it your own room?”

  “Well, hmm, what do you think? It is lovely, but I feel a little guilty for taking it over, not making bank from it. You’re my co-owner, what do you think?”

  They stood side by side looking up at the wheel window at the end of the room. Sam put his arm around Roxy’s shoulders. Sparkles shot through her body at his touch. “I think you absolutely should move up here. I would be honored if you would.”

  “You did this with me in mind?”

  “Sure I did.”

  “And you got Nat to furnish it like this, for me?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Roxy thought about the things she knew about Sam—his kindness, his attractiveness, his compassion, his work ethic—and she weighed it up against what she didn’t know—his money dealings. Math wasn’t her strongest suit, but she understood probability and risk assessment. Although in the past, she had avoided uncertain situations at all costs, she was now much more willing to throw the dice. If things worked out there were big rewards to be gained.

  Roxy had changed. She was bolder, more forthright, less complicated. She used her intuition. She’d thought that a girl should never make a move on a boy, but she also used to think she should not stare down murderers, or impersonate police officers, or get arrested. Now she had done all of those things.

  Roxy looked up at Sam. He was over six inches taller. She couldn’t reach him unless he bent down. Bolder than she had ever felt before, she tugged at his shirt and said, “Come here, big man.” As soon as their lips touched, Sam lifted her up and passionately kissed her as she flung her arms around his neck, her feet a foot off the floor. She may have been a charlatan, but Meredith Romanoff had been right about something. The universe had aligned just so, and Sam and Roxy did make an attractive couple. The future was theirs to make. Together.

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  OTHER BOOKS IN THE ROXY REINHARDT SERIES

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  The Case of the Hidden Flame

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  FEATURING REVEREND ANNABELLE DIXON

  Death at the Café (Prequel)

  Murder at the Mansion

  Body in the Woods

  Grave in the Garage

  Horror in the Highlands

  Killer at the Cult

  FEATURING DIANA HUNTER

  Hunted (Prequel)

  Snatched

  Stolen

  Chopped

  Exposed

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Alison Golden is the USA Today bestselling author of the Inspector David Graham mysteries and Reverend Annabelle Dixon cozy mysteries. As A.J. Golden, she writes the Diana Hunter thriller series.

  Alison was raised in Bedfordshire, England. Her aim is to write stories that are designed to entertain, amuse, and calm. Her approach is to combine creative ideas with excellent writing and edit, edit, edit.

  Alison is based in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and twin sons. She splits her time between London and San Francisco.

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  LOUISIANA LIES

  A Roxy Reinhardt Mystery

  A sinister séance. A mysterious murder. A killer with a taste for the occult…

  When famous psychic Meredith Romanoff visits New Orleans, getting wrapped up in another mystery is the last thing Roxy would have predicted. Too bad the spirits had other plans.

  Roxy finds herself invited to join in a spooky séance but when the lights come up, Meredith has left the land of the living. And to make matters worse, Roxy’s friend Dr. Jack is arrested for her murder…

  When he asks Roxy to help clear his name, she finds herself confronted with yet another puzzling case, along with a gaggle of quirky suspects.

  Eager to help her friend, and get back to restoring her boutique hotel, Roxy wastes no time searching for clues. But when her investigation lands her in hot water with the law, this amateur sleuth must risk everything to get to the truth.

  Can she narrow down the suspects, free Doctor Jack, and get back home in time to feed her cat? And more importantly, can she expose the killer before another victim joins the spirit world?

  Cozy mystery fans will love this delicious new book from author Alison Golden. No foul language, no sex, and no gore...Just fun characters, Cajun food, and a puzzling mystery that will keep readers guessing right until the very end!

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Text copyright © 2020 Alison Golden

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  Published by Mesa Verde Publishing

  P.O. Box 1002

  San Carlos, CA 94070

  Edited by

  Marjorie Kramer

 

 

 


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