Murder, She Wrote: Murder on Parade: Murder on Parade

BOOK: Murder, She Wrote: Murder on Parade: Murder on Parade
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Table of Contents
Murder, She Wrote
Manhattans & Murder
Rum & Razors
Brandy & Bullets
Martinis & Mayhem
A Deadly Judgment
A Palette for Murder
The Highland Fling Murders
Murder on the
Murder in Moscow
A Little Yuletide Murder
Murder at the Powderhorn Ranch
Knock ’Em Dead
Gin & Daggers
Trick or Treachery
Blood on the Vine
Murder in a Minor Key
Provence—To Die For
You Bet Your Life
Majoring in Murder
Destination Murder
Dying to Retire
A Vote for Murder
The Maine Mutiny
Margaritas & Murder
A Question of Murder
Coffee, Tea, or Murder?
Three Strikes and You’re Dead
Panning for Murder
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Bain, Donald, 1935- .
Murder on parade : a Murder, she wrote mystery : a novel /
by Jessica Fletcher and Donald Bain.
p. cm.
“Based on the Universal television series created by Peter S. Fischer, Richard Levinson
& William Link”
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For Anne Mann and her wonderful Research Fund for Waldenström’s (RFW). In concert with her husband, Dick Mann, over the years, she has elevated awareness levels in the medical community and raised more than a million dollars for research into and one day, we hope, a cure for Waldenström’s macroglobulinemia, a rare type of blood cancer.
Chapter One
“By the Old Lord Harry, it seems to get hotter every day, and no relief in sight.”
Seth Hazlitt wasn’t exaggerating. A front had stalled just off the coast, trapping a flow of hot, humid air coming from the southwest and turning Cabot Cove into a sticky, steamy mess. The temperature had broken records for as far back as they’d been kept, and the forecast for the next several days was more of the same. You couldn’t help but notice a discernible rise in tempers as people slowly moved through their days, perspiration dripping down their necks, eyes stinging from the polluted, stagnant, greenish air, seeking out any place that had a high-efficiency air conditioner. Fortunately, Mara’s Luncheonette, where I sat with Seth and Sheriff Mort Metzger, had an AC that kept up with the heat.
I’d met them for breakfast that morning to discuss the upcoming Fourth of July weekend celebration. As a physician, Seth was concerned with the well-being of citizens who might overdo things in the heat. “Folks don’t realize how heatstroke can sneak up on you,” he said, motioning for Mara to refill his coffee cup. “Too many damn fools go runnin’ around in this weather and before they know it, they’re in the emergency room bein’ treated.”
Mort agreed. “The mayor’s got us putting up notices around town warning people to take it easy until this heat wave breaks, but it doesn’t look like it will until after the Fourth.”
“I’ve heard people suggest we cancel some of the events,” I offered.
“Hard to do that, Mrs. F,” said Mort. “You know how folks around here feel about Independence Day. They take it real serious.”
“Like the rest of the nation,” I said, “and rightly so.”
Mara brought a pot of coffee to the table and filled Mort’s and Seth’s cups. “More tea, Jessica?” she asked me.
“I don’t have time,” I said, “but thanks, anyway.”
“What’s your rush, Mrs. F?” Mort asked.
“Errands, and some correspondence to catch up on. I’ve been like everyone else these past few days, moving in slow motion.”
“Best way to be,” Seth advised.
“But not much gets done,” I said.
I reached for my purse, but Seth waved me off. “My treat, Jessica,” he said.
“Well, thank you, sir,” I said, and prepared to leave. But Mort stopped me with, “Look who’s here.”
Coming through the door was Amos Tupper, Cabot Cove’s former sheriff. After Amos retired, he moved to Kentucky to be near family. Mort, who’d been a police officer in New York City, replaced Amos and took up residence in Cabot Cove with his wife. I loved Amos, and still do, but I had to admit—not for public consumption, though—that the efficiency of our police department had improved since Mort arrived, bringing with him his New York street smarts. Cabot Cove had grown considerably, and with that growth had come a predictable increase in crime. Nothing major for the most part, thank goodness, but challenging enough to warrant a more—how shall I say it?—a more energetic approach to the job of keeping the town’s citizens safe and happy.
“Hello, there, Amos,” Seth said, struggling to get up from his chair, which was wedged against the wall.
“No need to get up for me,” Amos said, coming to our table and shaking everyone’s hand. He plopped down in the vacant seat next to me.
“We heard you were coming,” said Seth. “Just wish you’d brought better weather with you.”
“It is hot,” Amos confirmed, wiping his brow with a handkerchief. “You must be breaking all sorts a’ records.”
“Ayuh,” Seth said. “That we are.”
“How are things with you, Mort?” Amos asked.
“Not bad, Amos. Got things pretty much under control. Getting ready for the Fourth.”
Amos ordered a short stack of Mara’s signature blueberry pancakes and coffee. “I had trouble finding a place to stay,” he said to no one in particular. “Looks like Cabot Cove’s Fourth of July celebration is attracting more people than ever.”
Seth, Mort, and I looked at each other.
Amos was right. While our annual Fourth of July weekend was always a major event in Cabot Cove, this year promised to be the biggest yet. But not everyone was pleased with that. Past celebrations had always been festive but manageable in size and scope. This year was decidedly different, thanks to Joseph Lennon and his corporation, Lennon-Diversified, Ltd.
Lennon had moved his corporate headquarters from Massachusetts to Cabot Cove a year ago, wooed in part by a generous tax incentive designed to entice companies to relocate to Maine. He’d purchased the area’s biggest building in our largest industrial park and expanded it to a size that had become a source of consternation for many citizens. The park itself was situated on a prime parcel of waterfront land. Originally, the property was to be turned into a multiuse area, with light industry and residential units coexisting side by side. But Lennon and his battery of lawyers managed to get the zoning law changed, allowing Lennon to conscript a large portion of the land directly on the water for his expansion plans. The rear of his building sloped down to the water’s edge, where he added a promenade and dock for his employees’ enjoyment. It was off-limits to others. Next to the building was a spacious grassy area that also went down to the water. Lennon designated it as a public park, which took the edge off his land grab at the rear of his building.
BOOK: Murder, She Wrote: Murder on Parade: Murder on Parade
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