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  Two Scoops of Murder

  A Felicity Bell Mystery - Book 2

  Nic Saint

  Puss in Print Publications

  Contents

  Two Scoops of Murder

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by Nic Saint

  Excerpt from When in Bruges

  Copyright

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  Happy Bays, that peaceful little town nestled on Long Island’s south shore, is suddenly the scene of a brutal murder. Felicity Bell, baker and sometime crime reporter, decides to get involved when the police appear stumped. Very soon, however, more murders startle the small community, and Felicity enlists the help of the ‘holy trinity’, three nosy and gossipy members of the Happy Bays Neighborhood Watch Committee (HBNWC).

  Meanwhile Alice Whitehouse, Felicity’s best friend and chairwoman of the HBNWC, has other fish to fry in the form of Reece Hudson, Hollywood hunk. Alice has been Reece’s number one fan since he first rose to fame, and the fact that the handsome movie star is in town to introduce his fiancée to his father doesn’t stop her from accidentally falling into the man’s arms, and promptly signing him up for the HBNWC.

  Now Felicity, with the help of Alice, the Holy Trinity, and action hero Reece Hudson, has to find a way to stop the killer before he strikes again. And as the body count rises, Felicity finds herself running out of time, out of options, and out of customers.

  Chapter 1

  “Once upon a time there was a baker named Fe…”

  Felicity looked up from the recipe book she’d been perusing. “What are you reading?”

  Alice sighed. “Just thinking out loud…”

  The two friends were sitting in the cozy living room of the house they shared on Stanwyck Street 41, enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon. The week had been particularly hectic, as Felicity had written not one but two feature articles for the Happy Bays Gazette and Alice had had to work overtime at the funeral parlor.

  The reason was the sudden deaths of two Happy Baysians in the space of a single week, unprecedented in that cozy Long Island hamlet.

  “Spit it out, Alice,” said Felicity. “What is it?”

  The petite woman sighed once again. “I’m suffering from writer’s block. I want to write about Reece Hudson’s upcoming nuptials and I’m stuck.” She directed a pleading look at her redheaded friend. “Help me?”

  Felicity snorted. “You’re asking the wrong person, hon. The top reporter has left the building and all that remains is this poor excuse for a journalist.”

  Rick Dawson, Felicity’s new boyfriend, had found employ with Time Magazine and had flown to Europe to cover some political conference or other. And without his expert help Felicity found it increasingly difficult to put pen to paper and produce something that was fit to print. “Why do you want to write about him anyway? Aren’t there enough reporters covering that story?”

  The fact that Reece Hudson, Hollywood action star par excellence and one of Tinseltown’s most eligible bachelors, was getting hitched was big news but it left Felicity cold. She’d never been into celebrity gossip. Alice, on the other hand, read all the magazines cover to cover, followed the websites with a religious fervor and seemed to possess a near encyclopedic knowledge of everything that went on in Celebrityland.

  “I’m doing this strictly for myself,” her friend said with a pout. She threw her scrapbook in Felicity’s direction. “You know it’s been a pet project of mine for years, right?”

  Felicity picked up the book and leafed through it. It was now all coming back to her. Of course. Alice had always had a crush on Reece. Even as a precocious fourteen-year-old she’d clipped out all the articles and pasted them into an album. And since she considered herself something of an artiste, she wrote stories to go with the pictures.

  It was of course impressive that a local boy—Reece was born and raised in Happy Bays—had reached the pinnacle of Hollywood fame.

  “All I need is a nice caption. I want to add it to the wedding pictures.”

  “But why? I mean, it’s not as if anyone is paying you to do this.”

  Alice rolled her eyes. “Does everything always have to be about money? I like Reece Hudson.”

  “You adore Reece Hudson,” Felicity corrected.

  “Okay, I adore him. And now I want to end this silly infatuation and put the book to rest inside a time capsule in the garden. Be done with the whole thing.”

  “Why be done with it? The guy’s not dead. I’m sure he’ll make more movies.”

  “I told you. He’s getting married,” she muttered morosely.

  Felicity got it now. “You’re jealous!” she cried in surprise. She never thought she’d see the day Alice was actually jealous of anyone. A perky blonde, Alice was the epitome of sass and smarts. And unlike Felicity she actually had a waistline.

  Her friend merely shrugged and Felicity studied the pictures of the happy couple as they were announcing their engagement. At a major press conference, of course, with the future Mrs. Hudson showing off a ginormous rock. “She’s pretty,” Felicity had to admit. Usually these celebrity types all looked alike, with their forced smiles, their perfect bodies and their designer clothes. Dorothy Valour, even though her smile was forced, her body perfect, and she never left home without her Louboutins, Vera Wang and Louis Vuitton, looked gorgeous.

  “Yeah, she’s not so bad,” Alice admitted grudgingly. “He could probably have done a lot worse than Frank Valour’s daughter.”

  Felicity started. “Wait. Dorothy Valour is Frank Valour’s daughter?”

  “Where have you been? Mars? Of course she is. Don’t yo
u read the papers?”

  “The papers, yes. Not the entertainment section.”

  “What? But that’s the best part!”

  Felicity thought about the coincidence. Frank Valour was a resident of Happy Bays and even a customer at Bell’s, the bakery Felicity’s family ran. She frowned at the pictures, looking at Dorothy Valour with different eyes. The name rang a bell now. “Wasn’t she in school with us?”

  “One grade up,” Alice mumbled while flicking a speck of dust from her pink bathrobe. “It could have been me.”

  “As if,” Felicity snorted. The words had left her mouth before she realized how they sounded. She instantly backpedaled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

  Alice narrowed her eyes. “So what you’re saying is that I can’t snatch a guy like Reece Hudson, huh? You do know I used to go over to his house all the time to buy milk and eggs, right?”

  Reece’s father Jack Hudson was a small-time farmer slash gun range owner, though to Felicity’s recollection Reece had already been in college by the time she and Alice were old enough to be aware of boys.

  “That’s not what I’m saying and you know it. All I’m saying is that we don’t move in the same circles as these people.” She gestured to the news clippings. “Look at them. Rich, beautiful…skinny.”

  “I’m skinny. And Dorothy and Reece did move in our circles.”

  “When they were ten. Now? I don’t think so.”

  “If I wanted to I could snag a Reece Hudson.”

  “Of course you can.” She didn’t want to get into an argument over some stupid society wedding.

  “You don’t believe me?” Alice asked. “Wanna bet I can get him to ask me out on a date?”

  “Alice, the man is engaged. His dating days are over.” Especially with girls from Happy Bays who work at the local funeral parlor and hold a side job at the gun store, she wanted to add, but bit her tongue before the words slipped out.

  Alice’s green eyes flashed. “Free donuts for life if I pull this off.”

  “You already have free donuts for life,” Felicity pointed out. Since donuts were Alice’s favorite, Felicity made sure the cupboard was always stocked with Bell’s crispiest and creamiest.

  “Don’t change the subject. Do you accept the challenge or not?”

  “What if you lose? What do I get?”

  “Anything you want.”

  Felicity mused. They’d been putting off spring cleaning for weeks, and judging by the dust settling in every nook and cranny, they could put it off no longer. “Okay. I’ll bite. If you lose, it’s spring cleaning time. Top to bottom. No excuses.”

  Alice’s face creased into a wide smile. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Fe.”

  Chapter 2

  Alistair Long stared gloomily out across the vast expanse of land bordering his one-acre domain. The land had been in the Long family for generations and was now so valuable, real estate developers were straining at the leash to take it off his hands for bags of gold. Not that Alistair would ever sell.

  Each time one of those money-grubbing sharks was on the phone he simply hung up on them, shaking his head at the folly that avarice inspired in some people. And this included his own flesh and blood. His son and daughter had been pushing him to sell for years.

  And it wasn’t just the land. Rob and Ruth wanted him to sell the Happy Bays Inn, too. Wanted him to sell and hand the money to them.

  Over his dead body.

  He spat on the ground, as if to emphasize this thought, then resumed his gazing into the middle distance, thinking hard thoughts about his scrounging offspring.

  His long, flowing white beard wiggled in the breeze. Since he’d cultivated the hirsute appendage in the seventies beards had gone out of style, but now they were back with a vengeance. Beards were hip. Beards were cool. Some kids called him Hipster Grandpa, and some even thought he looked like Gandalf the Grey, some dude from some movie. He didn’t think so. For one thing, this Gandalf guy wasn’t bald, and he didn’t wear a Knicks cap like Alistair did.

  At the end of the day he didn’t care what they called him. He had other fish to fry. And as his weary old eyes traveled along the contours of his plot of land, he envisioned the house he would build here. Finally. Mary would love it. It had been a dream of theirs for years. And now he’d finally put the wheels in motion.

  It was time. They couldn’t wait any longer.

  He turned when a car approached and parked along the edge of the forest. A man stepped out and sauntered up. He was tall, and looked like a city type to him. Alistair steeled his resolve. Another shark, he reckoned. Another who wanted a piece of him. Oh, he would give him a piece of his mind all right.

  “Hey, old-timer!” the man called out.

  “Hey, yourself,” he said, none too friendly.

  The stranger’s overcoat flapped in the breeze, and he could clearly detect the charcoal suit. His lips tightened, and the words ‘I ain’t selling’ were trembling on his lips as the man stepped up to him, deftly avoiding the puddles last night’s downpour had left on the soggy soil.

  He was surprised at the darkness of the man’s eyes. Almost black. And cold. A sudden apprehension ran through him, and he suddenly wished he’d brought his rifle. Some people need more than words to scare them off.

  “Nice piece of land you got here,” said the man, a smile on his narrow face.

  “That’s right.”

  “I hear you’re having trouble selling?”

  “I ain’t selling,” he grumbled.

  The man shook his head. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, bub.”

  Alistair narrowed his eyes. “And I think you’re trespassing…bub.”

  The man grinned, a horrible sight. “Sometimes you just have to let go, old man. Move on, if you catch my drift.” Alistair’s eyes widened as the other reached into his overcoat and came out with a gun. “And I’m here to help you do just that.”

  Alistair held up his hands. “Hey, what do you think—”

  But then the man simply shot him straight through the heart.

  The last thought that went through Alistair’s head as he fell to the sodden earth was, ‘What’s going to become of Mary?’

  Then he slipped into a darkness deeper than any he’d ever known.

  Chapter 3

  Reece ran a finger along his impressive jawline and brushed a strand of dark hair from his brow as his chocolate eyes focused on the ring again. It was huge. Shiny, sparkly, and humongous. But then Dorothy wouldn’t have had it any other way. She liked ostentatious. Bold. Whatever she wore had to be noticeable. Had to stand out. The ring symbolized not so much the love between two people but the need to attract attention, to play for an audience of millions.

  He? Something more delicate and subtle would have pleased him more, but then he wasn’t in charge of the proceedings. Ever since he’d gotten involved with Dorothy Valour, Reece Hudson’s life hadn’t been his own. He would have thought that being an A-list celebrity had taught him a thing or two about being in the limelight. He was wrong.

  He was now part of Doreece, as the press had dubbed the couple, and whatever they did, and wherever they went, shutters clicked and cameras rolled. And in the precious few moments they weren’t surrounded by paparazzi, Dorothy’s constant stream of selfies made sure that her fans knew where she was and what she was doing every second of every day.

  He watched his fiancée as she admired the rock on her finger, holding it aloft so the other diners could see. The thought had occurred to him that she was more in love with the glistening diamond than with the man who’d put it on her finger. Silly, of course. Why would she? She was in love with him, wasn’t she? Of course she was. She’d told him so herself. Well, actually she’d said ‘I simply adore you, Reece Hudson,’ but that amounted to the same thing.

  When he looked up, he caught a flicker of annoyance in her icy blue eyes and realized she’d said something. “What was that, honey?”

  She tossed her slee
k auburn tresses. She wanted his full attention. All the time. “I don’t think we should go. Not now. Not when there are so many things to take care of.”

  “We need to go sometime. Dad invited us over like a million times already.”

  “I know. But now is not a good time.”

  They were having lunch at Plaza Di Scarrio, the place to be these days. And when he looked around he had to admit Dorothy was right. The small restaurant was trendy, filled to capacity with the city’s beautiful people—or, as some newspapers disparagingly called them, the idle rich.

  The chandeliers suspended from the ceiling glittered almost as brightly as the diners gathered beneath them, decked out in the latest fashion, and sporting faces worked on by the best plastic surgeons in New York. All in an effort to secure themselves a spot in the limelight.

  So what the hell was he doing here?

  He placed his hand on his betrothed’s. “Honey. I promised Dad.”

  His father was anxious to see the both of them and he no longer wanted to postpone the visit. It simply wouldn’t do for his old man to meet Dorothy in the church on the wedding day.

  She pursed her lips into a pout. “Can’t you go alone? You know how much I hate having to change my schedule. And I’ve arranged to meet the girls to discuss my bachelorette party.”

  The bridesmaids were as anxious as the bride-to-be herself, and Reece had to smile at Dorothy’s enthusiasm. She was looking forward to all the pomp and circumstance surrounding this wedding a lot more than he was.

  “All right, why don’t I go up there now and you join me when you can,” he suggested. “That way you don’t have to break your promise to the girls.”

  Her pout broke into a smile of such radiance he blinked. She was gorgeous. Flawless skin. Perfectly straight teeth. Not for the first time he realized he was probably the luckiest guy on the planet, a fact which both People Magazine and Us Weekly had often pointed out.

  So why did he feel so damn blasé about the whole thing?

  She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. “You are such a dear, Reece. You always come up with the best solutions. I promise I’ll come down to Long Island the minute I can. In the meantime give your father my best and tell him I can’t wait to finally meet.”