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No Charm Intended
By Mollie Cox Bryan KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
Copyright © 2017 Mollie Cox Bryan
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ISBN: 978-1-4967-0467-2
CHAPTER 1
I kidnapped her.
Cora blinked and reread the message. It had been sent early this morning. She hadn't checked her phone all day. Between looking over supplies for the next craft retreat, making certain Kildare House was spotless and ready for the arrival of her teachers and crafters, and writing her next blog post, checking her own messages had slipped through the cracks of a very hectic day.
No name was attached to the text.
Her heart raced as she clicked and scrolled and tried to find out who sent such a message to her.
Could this have been an errant text? A complete mistake? Or, had one of her previous clients tracked her down in her new home?
Switching states and getting new phone numbers sometimes just wasn't enough. She had been warned. But she tried to sort through the Rolodex in her mind of clients this could possibly be — and didn't come up with a thing. Did anybody ever mention kidnapping to her?
Not in so many words. But parents often took children from other parents — this she knew. Cora remembered one case where a grandmother stepped in and took her grandson. The mother hadn't realized it for a few days — she'd been on a heroin binge. It was best for the child to be removed from her care, but the grandmother still had faced kidnapping charges. You had to follow the letter of the law when you took a child from his or her home, even if it was a bad home.
Cora sighed and vowed to break out the thumb drives where she stored all her ex-clients as soon as she had a moment.
"Okay, calm down," she said out loud. Luna's ears twitched and she glanced at Cora as if to say, "Are you talking to me?" The cat blinked in disgust when she realized Cora wasn't speaking to her.
It was probably a wrong number. It probably was not an exclient. It had been almost a year now that she held her post as a counselor at the Sunny Street Women's Shelter in Pittsburgh. Surely none of them would contact her at this point. Cora's life was now in Indigo Gap, North Carolina, in the craft retreat business. This was her new life.
Still, the text chilled her.
Kidnap?
Should she tell someone? The police?
And what would she say? "I've got this weird text message ..." As if she hadn't already had a snootful of the local police.
No, she'd let it rest for now. It wasn't the first strange text message she'd ever gotten. Besides, she had enough to do to prepare for the Spring Fling Retreat. Her teachers were already here. The retreaters were arriving tomorrow.
Cora glanced at her watch. She was already a little behind. She allowed herself one quick check in the mirror. Her 1970s blue minidress suited her more than she thought it would, and the white go-go boots were perfect. She smoothed her pink lipstick on her lips, ran a comb through her red curls, and she was ready for dinner with her guest teachers.
She opened her door and walked to the half flight of stairs to the third floor, where she almost bumped into Jane.
"What are you doing here?" Cora said.
"I have weird news." Jane's eyes were wide and she grabbed on to Cora's arm.
"What?" Cora said, thinking this retreat could not be any worse than the last one, where a teacher slept with her students and a murder happened right down the street. But the look in her best friend and business partner's eyes gave her pause.
"Remember Gracie?"
"Gracie who?" The name seemed familiar, but Cora wasn't making the connection.
"She babysat London a few times. She's her friend's nanny, remember?"
"Oh yes," Cora said. "We better get going. Can this wait?" she said, pulling away from Jane and walking down the hall.
"No," Jane said with urgency, grabbing her arm, stopping her. "You need to know this."
"What is it? Spill it. C'mon, woman," she said.
"She's missing," Jane said.
"Missing?" Cora's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"
"She was supposed to babysit London tonight, so I called Jillie's mom because she never showed up," she said. "She's gone."
"Do you mean she took off?"
"Jillie's mom is calling the police. She says she's not been there all day. Her stuff is still there. Her car is still there. Everything. So I either have to bring London with us tonight or stay at home."
"I don't think London will be a problem — just bring her along," Cora said after a moment. The child was the most well-behaved child Cora had ever known — a bit precocious, but manageable.
Cora stopped in her tracks, remembering the strange text. It wouldn't have anything to do with the missing girl, would it? She didn't even really know her. Why would someone send her a text?
"What's wrong?" Jane said.
"I just remembered this weird text I've gotten," Cora said.
"Hey, Cora. Hey, Jane. You about ready? We're starving!" Ruby said as she walked up the stairs toward them. Sitting in the foyer just below them was a group of crafting teachers. Cora took in the foyer of Kildare House, a large, old-fashioned room. The Victorians knew how to welcome guests, especially rich Victorians.
Cora smiled. "We're here. Everybody ready?"
London was also sitting in the foyer and peeked up as they came toward her. She hopped up out of the chair and ran to Cora, who scooped her up in her arms. Jane's daughter had seen way too much change in her short life and yet seemed to have kept it together. Cora was in awe of her.
"Are you ready to eat?" Cora said.
"Yep," London replied, sliding out of Cora's arms. "I'm in the mood for pizza."
"You're always in the mood for pizza," Jane said.
"No pizza tonight," Cora said as she walked toward the door, the group following close behind her. When she opened the door, she gasped — Officer Glass was standing there, about ready to ring the doorbell. They'd gotten to know him very well during the last craft retreat, when he was investigating a local murder.
"Can I help you?" Cora asked. "We were just leaving."
"Hello, ladies," he said. "Cora, can we speak for a moment?"
"Is this important? As I said, we're leaving for dinner. We have reservations," she replied.
"It's about a text message," he said with a lowered voice.
"What? How did —"
"There were several sent today and the digital forensics team sent me over here to discuss it with you," he said.
Jane sighed. "Good Lord, what have you gotten yourself into?" she whispered.
"Nothing!"
"It's getting late," Jane said.
Cora took in the group. They were a famished, weary lot. "Why don't you all go ahead. I'll meet you there." Despite her own hunger pangs, she supposed it was the right thing to do — after all, she couldn't help wanting to help, even if it was the local police, who seemed to be always under her feet.
CHAPTER 2
As Cora watched the group leave, her heart sank. She thought this Wednesday evening dinner before the retreaters arrived was important to establishing ground rules and camaraderie among the teachers. How would it look if she didn't show up?
"What is it, Officer Glass?" she asked, hoping to cut to the chase.
"First, let me ask if you did indeed receive this text message," he said, holding up a phone with the same text she'd gotten earlier.
"Yes," she said. "I've gotten it. Actually, I just got it. I hadn't had a chance to check my messages earlier."
He slipped the phone back into his pocket.
"How did you know?" she asked.
"We've gotten about twelve reports about it, but there are more recipients than those who reported it," he stated.
"How did you know who the recipients are? I mean, I tried to see who sent it and — I don't know — there was nothing there," she said.
He eyed the area, making a big show of searching. Was he trying to impress her? What was he up to? They were still standing on the front porch and Cora's stomach was still empty.
"Can we go inside?" he asked.
She dreaded the thought. She and Officer Glass had coffee together once and she really thought the married man was coming on to her. He made her uncomfortable. Where was his partner? Didn't they always travel in twos?
"Okay," she said, "but I really have to get going."
"I know," he said. "This won't take long."
She decided to stand at the banister, hoping he would take the hint they would not be sitting down and getting comfortable. But he walked into the sitting area and sat on the red velvet couch, surrounded by her upscale craft décor.
She sighed. What could this be about? Why was he insisting on taking up her time over an obvious prank text message?
"We're investigating a possible kidnapping," he said.
She gasped. But what could this possibly have to do with her?
Glass fished around in his pockets and pulled out a rumpled piece of paper. "Do you know this young woman?"
Cora sat next to him. "Yes," she said. "She babysat London a few times." Cora scanned the photo of Gracie. It was just as Jane had feared: Gracie was missing. Maybe kidnapped. Cora's stomach tightened.
"How about this person?" he asked. He showed her a photo of a young man. Skinny, pimple-faced but handsome, the man had a cocky grin plastered on his face.
"Yes, I think this is her boyfriend, isn't it?" she said. He'd hung around Jane's a bit helping her with odd jobs and painting her kitchen. Seemed like a nice young man.
"We're not sure," he replied. "He claims he is."
They sat in silence a few beats.
"I don't understand why you're here. What does any of this have to do with me?" Cora asked.
"You received the same text message from the same source as this other group of people," he said.
"How do you know all this?"
"We're just forming this unbelievable cybercrimes unit. I don't really understand the technospeak," he explained. "Anyway, one person brought their phone in and the unit was able to get a group of names from that. They can also tell us the text came from the same source."
"Him?" she said, and pointed at the boyfriend.
"No," he responded. "I wish it were that easy."
"I do know that Gracie was supposed to babysit London tonight and she didn't show up. So Jane called and Gracie's employer said she was missing," she said, glancing at her phone to see the time. Late! She was very late.
"Is there anything else?" she said, standing, rubbing her hands across her skirt.
"Why would Gracie have your number?" the officer asked as he stood up.
"I have no idea. Unless it was to use as an emergency when she was sitting with London," Cora said, not wanting to be impolite, but at the same time her stomach growled loudly. How embarrassing.
"I'm sorry. I'm keeping you from dinner," he said. "Please just don't leave town. We may have more questions."
"I'm hosting a four-day retreat weekend. I'm not going anywhere," she assured him as she attempted to usher him out. As if she'd have anything to add to this investigation. She really didn't know the young woman and certainly didn't know her boyfriend.
"Good to know you'll be around," he said with a warmth and familiarity in his voice that made Cora cringe. Why couldn't he just be businesslike? Matter-of-fact? "Do you need a ride downtown? I'm heading back to the station."
"No," she said a little too quickly. "Thanks so much for asking me, but I really need to walk."
He glanced away, sheepish, then back at her. "Okay."
She watched as he opened the car door and gave a little wave as he drove away.
Cora grabbed her purse and made a run for downtown.
As she walked toward the diner, she thought about the oddness of her text message, then the even odder appearance of the police, showing up right away and asking her about it. It was scary how easily the police could trace people — even scarier when she thought about criminals being able to do the same thing.
As she drew closer to the diner, she stopped to take in the little town of Indigo Gap, so lovely, historic, and quaint, built right along a ridge in the surrounding mountains that dipped and rolled all around the historically accurate streetlights, cobblestone streets, and pretty storefronts. She saw the steep gabled roof of the home where a woman and her ex-husband were murdered a few months back, a harsh reminder that even in a place like Indigo Gap, darkness existed. She whispered a wish that they would find Gracie soon.
CHAPTER 3
Jane tried to focus on the people around her, but she couldn't help but be worried about Cora. What exactly did the police want with her? After their last near disaster, with Jane being accused of murdering the town librarian, she was a little suspicious of the local police force. She didn't share Cora's almost blind belief in the justice system, with all its flaws.
She took in the place to ground herself. She wanted to stop thinking of all the bad possibilities. The same red-checked curtains as always hung in the windows. Familiar faces moved in and out of her vision. Even a few unfamiliar ones — a man stood at the register and caught her looking at him, then shifted his focus quickly. With stringy, long brown hair, thick glasses, donning his favorite old gray sweatpants, the man came across like a reject from Wayne's World. Must be a tourist, she thought.
"So, Jane, I have one of your pieces," said Sheila Rogers, a scrapbooking expert, paper crafter, and award-winning paper doll designer. She was small and wiry, with blue glasses framing light brown eyes, and had a wide smile. "The Venus vase. It sits in my foyer. I love the way you combine mythology, artistry, and utility."
Jane smiled as she felt a blush coming on. "Thank you."
The waitress walked up to their table. "Have you made up your mind?"
Jane hoped Cora would show up in time to order with the others. But she could see that the group was hungry and she could no longer delay ordering.
"Yes, I think we're ready," Jane said. London snuggled up to her as the others placed their orders.
"I don't feel good, Mommy," she said. "I'm so tired."
Sheila was ordering a Greek salad and asking about the dressing. Jane's hand went to London's head. She was warm — not hot, but still, she'd take her temperature when they could get home.
"Oh, sugar, I'm sorry. How tired are you? Do you need to go home? We can go home as soon as Cora gets here," Jane said.
Sheila's daughter, Donna, was asking about the strawberry-walnut-spinach salad. Did it have feta cheese or blue cheese in it?
But Jane focused on London. The child's eyes appeared glassy. If she was sick, what would Jane do? She was scheduled to teach a class this weekend. Who could she call to watch her? Gracie was supposed to sit with her. Normally, London could just tag along during class. But not if she was sick. Could Jane cancel her class? Oh no, that would be letting down Cora and the crafters who were coming here, paying good money, just for her class. Shoot.
"Let's get something to eat and see how you feel," Jane said.
London nodded. "Okay," she said.
"What can I get you," the waitress said to Ruby, who had been in what appeared to be in an intense conversation with Marianne Wolfe, the basket maker. Jane had taken a weird dislike to the basket maker. This was a rarity, but something disturbed Jane about her. Off-putting. She held herself with a stiffness that made Jane uncomfortable. True, she made some gorgeous baskets — but Jane found herself wondering how such a cold and stiff woman could fashion such lovely things.
Ruby, the other regular teacher in the craft retreat, was spouting off her order when Cora walked into the restaurant, flushed and overheated. She must have been running to get there. What was so important that Officer Glass kept her so long?
"Glad to see you could make it," Ruby muttered under her breath. Ruby was an acquired taste. She was grandfathered into the contracts when Cora purchased the house, as Ruby had worked for the previous owners. Good thing her talents as an herbalist, crafter, and gardener aligned with Cora's goals. Otherwise, they'd have their hands full with an opinionated woman of a certain age living on the property.
Cora took a chair next to Jane, her red face almost matching her red curls. "I'm sorry I'm so late," Cora said, sitting down next to Marianne, who was quiet, unassuming, and probably the most gifted person at the table. Jane reminded herself of this and tried to tamp down any unwarranted bad feelings about the woman.
"It's okay," Jane said quietly. "We're just now ordering. No worries."
"Can we get a couple bottles of house wine? One red and one white," Cora said as the waitress approached her. "And I'll have the veggie burger on a whole wheat bun."
Few places in Indigo Gap offered vegetarian options, but this place did, which is why Cora liked it so much. She wanted to make certain everybody could get something.
(Continues...)
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