Corpse in the Crystal Ball

Praise for

Tempest in the Tea Leaves

“My tea leaves and my tarot cards agree …Townsend is riding a bullet train straight to the top. I predict this vivacious, talented author will soon join the ranks of the superstars.
Tempest in the Tea Leaves
is a stellar launch for the Fortune Teller Mysteries, and every one of them is destined to become a classic.”

—Maggie Shayne,
New York Times
bestselling author

“Smart, funny, and gutsy fortune teller Sunny Meadows is a delightful new star on the psychic horizon.”

—Cynthia Riggs,
author of the Martha’s Vineyard Mysteries

“Kari Lee Townsend has a hit …A little romance, a big white cat, and a Victorian house make for a fun read.”

—Joyce Lavene,
coauthor of the Missing Pieces Mysteries

“You don’t need a crystal ball to predict a bright future for Townsend’s Fortune Teller mystery series!”

—Dorothy Howell, author of
Clutches and Curses

“[A] delightful new cozy mystery series …Highly recommended.”

—
The Mystery Bookshelf

“Fun and fortune telling await readers in this first-rate debut mystery featuring a young and feisty psychic …Great pacing, characters, and a surprisingly good conclusion make this new series absolute fun!”

—
RT Book Reviews

“A fine whodunit laced with generous helpings of humor,
Tempest in the Tea Leaves
marks an entertaining beginning to Townsend’s series. And it wouldn’t be wrong to predict continued success.”

—
Richmond Times-Dispatch

TEMPEST IN THE TEA LEAVES

CORPSE IN THE CRYSTAL BALL

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ALWAYS LEARNING

PEARSON

This book is dedicated to my in-laws, Norm and Joan Townsend. Twenty-two years ago you welcomed me into your family with open arms. Those arms are still open today, and I couldn’t be more proud to be your daughter-in-law. You both have always been there for me, stepping in to help at a moment’s notice without hesitation. I am so grateful to have you in my life, and I want to thank you both for everything you do. I got lucky when I married Brian. Love you both.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks to my husband, Brian, for always being my own personal hero. And thanks to my children: Brandon, Josh, Matt, and Emily. You put a smile on my face every day.

To my fabulous agent, Christine Witthohn of Book Cents Literary Agency, thank you so much for being an amazing agent and an incredible person. You work so hard and always put your clients first, no matter what. I appreciate everything you do.

To my awesome editor, Faith Black. You rock! I always look forward to your edits because you have a gifted way of making a story so much better. I look forward to working with you for a very long time.

To Lisa French (illustrator) and Lesley Worrell (cover designer) all I can say is WOW! You ladies create the most amazing covers. Absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.

And a shout-out to the entire Berkley Prime Crime team for making me look so good.

Thanks to my beta readers, Matt Bourdon, Joanne Russo, and Michelle McDonald for knowing what makes a great story and pointing out anything that’s off.

Thanks to my BC Babes: Barbara Witek, Danielle LaBue, and Liz Lipperman. As always, you ladies are the best.

And finally a big thanks to my extended family for always being there: the Harmons, the Russos, and the Townsends. It’s been quite a ride, and I don’t want it to stop anytime soon.

“Sunny, you’re the one who told Mitch you just wanted to be friends,” my best friend, Joanne Burnham, pointed out from the passenger’s seat.

We sat in my slightly rusted VW bug with the orange, yellow, and pink flowers on the side. I loved my bug, but sometimes it refused to cooperate when I needed it to the most. Like now when I would give anything to avoid a certain conversation.
Grrr
. I turned the key for the umpteenth time, and finally it started. Silently, I pulled out of the gym parking lot and headed for home, hoping Jo would take the hint.

Jo was a sultry, voluptuous, burgundy-haired goddess and proud proprietor of Smokey Jo’s Tavern. She had a knack for reading people and had become my own personal shrink whether I wanted to listen to her or not. Even I had to admit that ever since I’d moved from the Big Apple to the
quaint upstate town of Divinity in January, I seemed to need a lot of advice.

I’d been looking forward to the quiet, slower-paced town with its ancient Victorian houses, elegant storefronts, and old-fashioned brass streetlamps. Nothing had ever happened here until I came along. I certainly hadn’t expected to be accused of murder after giving a tea leaf reading to the town librarian who later turned up dead. But now that the murder had been solved and my name had been cleared, I was hoping for the quiet normalcy I longed for.

Hitting the gym being anything
but
normal for me.

Exercise was not my thing. But ever since Sean O’Malley—Jo’s hunky blond Irish bartender with dimples to die for—charmed me into trying the dance exercise class called Zumba, I was hooked. Sean moonlighted at Wally’s World gym, but even his charming Irish self wouldn’t be enough to entice me to go back now.

Not after today.

I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to do the Zumba booty again.

“Have you changed your mind about Mitch?” Jo asked, tipping her head to the side and studying me with her smoky gray catlike eyes.

“No, absolutely not,” I scoffed. “Detective Grumpy Pants and Tinker Bell would never work as a couple. It would be insane. Ridiculous even.” I snorted, shaking my head over the absurdity of the notion. The nicknames we’d given each other said it all. “Believe me, I did us both a favor by ending ‘us’ before we even got started.”

“Riiight …” she purred.

I glanced at her with my lips turned down. “What do you mean ‘riiight’?”

“Oh, nothing. Except you are jealous as hell.”

I gaped. “Am not!”

“Uh, you might want to watch the road before we end up in a ditch there,
Tink
. And yes you are.”

I whipped my head up to the road and swerved back into my lane, barely avoiding the
Divinity Gazette
newspaper box on the corner by the bus stop. “You’re crazy.”

“No, you’re the crazy one. Crazy about one big delicious detective.”

“Even if I was—which I’m not saying I am—it wouldn’t matter. We fight all the time, and he thinks I’m a quack.” I sighed. “He’s not a true believer, Jo. Is it so wrong to want to be with someone who accepts me for who I am? For what I am?”

“Not at all.” She reached out and squeezed my arm. “I’m not blaming you, honey. I’m just pointing out that you don’t really have a right to get jealous if you’re nothing more than friends. Maybe you should try dating someone new. Take your mind off him, even though I still don’t see why you won’t give him a chance.”

“Ugh. I just hadn’t expected to ever meet his ex-girlfriend face-to-face here in Divinity. Mitch never dates anyone, so these past couple months have been easy just being friends. I guess with her living in the city, the thought of ever actually talking to her never entered my mind. She’s just so …”

“Perfect?”

“Yes,” I said miserably. “At least her perfectness is only skin-deep. She’s been here for a week and has managed to anger half the town already. So far I’ve lucked out and avoided her. God, did you see her body? There’s not a single jiggly part on her.” I groaned. “Why did she have to go and
ruin Zumba for me? Guess my jiggly parts won’t be going anywhere anytime soon because I’m never going back there.”

“Oh, please. First of all, you’re hardly jiggly. You’re adorable. I’m twice your size, but you don’t see me complaining. I like my body.”

“Who
doesn’t
like your body? There’s a distinct difference between big and va-va-va-voom.”

Jo laughed. “Thanks, I’ll take that. As far as the ex goes, I’ll bet half her ‘firm’ parts were bought and paid for. At least your parts are real. Men like Mitch prefer parts that are real.” Jo winked.

“Doesn’t matter, because like I said, Mitch and I are just friends. If he wants to get back together with his ex, then that’s his business. We never even went out on an actual date. All we ever did was kiss, and who could blame us after nearly getting killed. He certainly didn’t waste any time moving on, though.”

“Riiight …”

“Stop saying that,” I growled, shoving a hand through my short blond spiky hair, and then I hoisted my chin a notch. “Besides, I might want to date someone else myself.”

“Get out.” Now
she
gaped at
me
. “You mean you’re finally going to give Sean a chance?”

“Sean is like a brother to me.” I grimaced and waved her off. “That would be too weird.”

“Sugar, you don’t have a clue when it comes to men. The way that man looks at you is anything but brotherly.”

“Again with the craziness. Sean and I have talked. He gets it. Other than you, he’s my best friend. I won’t risk screwing that up. Besides, that blue-eyed hottie can have
any woman he wants and usually does.” I chuckled. “I’m talking about the new mailman, Kevin Brown.”