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Squeaky Clean Mysteries [4]
Christy Barritt
Princeton Halls Press (2013)
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Christian Mystery: Cozy - Crime Scene Cleaner - Virginia
Gabby St. Claire knows that her fiancé’s request is a simple one that she should be able to honor. After all, Riley’s law school reunion and attorneys’ conference at a hoity-toity resort is a chance for them to get away from the mysteries Gabby often finds herself involved in as a crime scene cleaner. The week-long trip is a chance for them to be “normal,” a word that leaves a bad taste in Gabby’s mouth.
But Gabby finds herself alone for endless hours while Riley is busy with legal workshops. Then one of Riley’s old friends goes missing, and Gabby suspects one of Riley’s buddies might be behind the disappearance. When the missing woman’s mom asks Gabby for help, how can she say no?
Secrets abound. Frankly, Gabby even has some of her own. When the dirty truth comes out, the revelations put everything in jeopardy—relationships, trusts, and even lives.

DIRTY DEEDS

By Christy Barritt

 

 

Dirty Deeds: A Novel

Copyright 2013 by Christy Barritt

 

Published by Princeton Halls Press

 

Cover design by The Killion Group

 

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

 

The persons and events portrayed in this work are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

 

 

Acclaim for the Squeaky Clean series:

 

Christy Barritt’s novel,
Hazardous Duty
, is a delightful read from beginning to end. The story’s fresh, engaging heroine with an unusual occupation hooked me, and I couldn’t put it down. I highly recommend
Hazardous Duty. ~
Colleen Coble, bestselling author

 

The next time you’re tempted to watch CSI reruns, read this book instead! Spunky, sassy Gabby St. Claire sparkles in this new series. She’ll keep you turning the pages. ~ Siri Mitchell, INSPY award-winning author

 

With Gabby St. Claire, Christy Barritt has created a fun sleuth in a unique profession.
Hazardous Duty
provides both humor and an engaging mystery. The twists and turns of the whodunit are matched only by the surprises of Gabby’s spiritual growth and romantic entanglements. ~ Sharon Dunn, multi-published mystery and suspense author

 

Stay tuned and watch for more from this gifted, talented author. You’ll love it. ~ Cheryl Wolverton, multi-published author

 

Crime scene cleanup should be a safe enough occupation, right? It comes after the crime is over. Not necessarily! Come enjoy this fun romp through the complications … men, mold, mayhem and murder … in Gabby St. Claire’s rollercoaster life. ~ Lorena McCourtney, author of the Ivy Malone mysteries

 

Crime scene cleaning is dirty job, but Christy Barritt has made it hilarious. Amateur sleuth Gabby St. Claire is back, and in trouble again!
Suspicious Minds
delivers a riveting mystery, but it’s Gabby’s irrepressible charm as she engages a zany cast of characters that keeps readers turning pages.  Put this series on your must read list! ~ Claudia Mair Burney, author of the Amanda Bell Brown Mysteries

 

Suspicious Minds
is witty, punchy and fast-paced. Kudos to Christy Barritt for an entertaining and intriguing read! ~ Janice Thompson, award-winning author

 

Suspicious Minds
plays havoc on the nerves and the funny bone as crime scene cleaner Gabby St. Claire wisecracks her way between dead bodies and flying bullets. A treat not to be missed!  ~ Jill Elizabeth Nelson, author of the To Catch a Thief series

 

 

Other Books by Christy Barritt

 

Squeaky Clean Mysteries:

#1 Hazardous Duty

#2 Suspicious Minds

#2.5 It Came Upon a Midnight Crime

#3 Organized Grime

#4 Dirty Deeds

#5 The Scum of All Fears (coming soon!)

#6 To Love, Honor, and Perish (coming soon!)

 

Suburban Sleuth Mysteries:

#1 Death of the Couch Potato’s Wife

#2 Death of the Cul-de-Sac Queen (2013)

 

Standalone Romantic-Suspense Titles:

Keeping Guard

The Last Target

Race Against Time

Ricochet

Key Witness

Lifeline

High-Stakes Holiday Reunion (November 2013)

 

Suspense:

The Trouble with Perfect

Home Before Dark

 

Mystery:

The Good Girl

 

Nonfiction:

Changed: True Stories of Finding God Through Christian Music

The Novel in Me: a Beginner’s Guide to Writing and Publishing a Novel

 

 

This book is dedicated to all of my readers who keep asking for more. Those are the words a novelist loves to hear!

 

A special thank you to Kathy, Janet, Carolyn, and Shannon for your help with this book.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1

“I only have one request this week.” Riley Thomas snuck a glance at me from the driver’s seat of his beat up old Toyota Camry as we climbed the mountain road.

“You name it,” I told him.

“No snooping. No following your curiosity wherever it leads. No sticking your nose into other people’s business. No almost getting yourself killed. For once, I just want us to have fun.”

I glanced over at my fiancé and nodded, as if he’d just asked me to do something ordinary and mundane, like cooking his favorite meal. “Of course. No following, sticking, or getting killed on my part. I can totally handle that.”

This was going to be a long week. Just having fun? When did I ever do that? Fun
was
following leads and being nosy. The “almost being killed” part was debatable. I’d earned a bit of a reputation in the past for my work as a crime scene cleaner.

Riley’s hands were casually draped through the steering wheel, despite the fact that even an Indy car driver might be stressed out right now with all of these twists and turns through the Virginia mountains. Steep drop offs threatened us on one side and looming cliffs on the other.

Before we’d turned off the main highway, I’d seen a sign declaring “Treacherous Road. Remain cautious.” But our GPS led us onward and upward. And who were we to argue with the GPS?

Instead of stressing, I turned up the radio. I’d plugged in my smart phone, and an MP3 of
My Fair Lady
swooned through the car. “Wouldn’t It Be Loverly” to be exact. For a moment before embarking on this trip, I’d been tempted to practice my Cockney accent, then I decided against it.

This was the first time Riley and I had taken a trip together. Ever. And this was my first trip out of my hometown of Norfolk, Virginia in ages. We were meeting some of Riley’s friends from law school for some kind of attorney conference. During the day, he and his friends would go to their workshops. I, on the other hand, would relax and do things like swim in the pool, play tennis, take golf lessons, or get a massage.

I would not—I repeat would
not
—snoop, as per my recent promise to Riley.

As we rounded another sharp curve, sweat broke out across my forehead. I lifted my red hair from my neck to cool off. Normally I wore my hair curly and down to my shoulders. But we were going to this fancy resort with his fancy friends, so I’d decided to straighten it. I’d traded my normal jeans and T-shirt for some nicer jeans and a nicer T-shirt.

Sacrifices. That’s what relationships were about.

Riley, on the other hand, looked the part of a prep school boy in his neatly pressed khaki shorts, a royal blue, V-neck shirt that matched his eyes, and some loafers. His thick dark hair was just tousled enough to show that he wasn’t totally uptight, and he’d decided to forgo shaving for the week, so stubble lined his chin and the edges of his cheeks.

I grasped the armrest as another blind curve appeared in front of us on the snaky, desolate mountain byway. “This road is a death trap. Are you sure this is the right way to Wealthy Springs?”

“It’s Healthy Springs,” he corrected. “And this is a fun ride, isn’t it? It gets your adrenaline pumping.”

I looked out my window at the nearly endless drop into the valley below. My ears chose to pop, like they didn’t want me to forget the thinning altitude. “Fun wouldn’t exactly be my word of choice.”

But
Wealthy
Springs would be exactly what I meant to say.

I thought my word choice fit the whole resort persona better, at least from what I’d read about the place online. The resort, called Allendale Acres, had once been a playground for the country’s wealthiest, including more than twenty presidents, who all came here to enjoy the resort’s natural springs. My previous idea of a nice hotel meant staying at a Holiday Inn instead of a Super 8.

Riley jerked the steering wheel to the left as he rounded a U-shaped bend. I could picture us flying off the road and remaining suspended in the air, much like Wile E. Coyote in one of those old cartoons, until the imaginary bottom disappeared, and we crashed to our deaths.

I swallowed and closed my eyes. I had to take my mind off this road before I lost it. “So, all of your college buddies are going to be here this weekend, huh?”

“That’s right.” Riley glanced over at me, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Eyes on the road!” I instructed, pointing straight ahead. “There’ll be plenty of time for you to stare at me and tell me how beautiful I am later.”

“I can think of nothing else I’d rather do.”

My cheeks actually reddened for a moment. How did Riley still have that effect on me? I sucked in a deep breath, realizing that between the road, Riley’s pure and perfect chivalry, and this reunion, I was jumpier than popcorn in a frying pan.

Still, I was excited to see a different side of Riley. Since we were getting married in six months, I thought this weekend trip could be really interesting. It could also be painful because the likelihood that I would fit in with his law school friends was slim to nothing. No, my chances were better for fitting in with the inmates at a local correctional facility, and I’d put quite a few of them behind the bars there, if that told you anything.

Riley’s friend Derek had called him a couple of months ago and suggested having a reunion, going as far as to say they could combine business with pleasure, because there was going to be this professional development conference going on at Allendale. According to Riley, there would be six of his old friends from Georgetown School of Law there.

As if he could read my mind, Riley said, “I think you’ll really like them, Gabby.”

I nodded, absorbing his quick words and tight voice. Very unlike my confident, levelheaded fiancé. “You’re uncomfortable about something. What? Are you afraid your friends won’t like me?”

I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know the answer to that question, but it was too late. My inquiry was already out there, hanging suspended, much like I imagined this car after just one wrong turn.

Riley’s face softened, and he threw a quick glance my way. “No, not at all. It’s not like that. I know they’ll love you.”

“So why are you tugging at your shirt collar like you suddenly can’t breathe?” I was an investigator—I’d been an official, respectable one for a whole month, at least—so I felt like the power of observation was on my side.

He finally sighed and raked a hand through his thick brown hair. “My friends are … my friends are different, Gabby. I know I don’t talk about this very much, but I’m not the same person as I was back then.”

Now I was curious. Were his friends part of a secret lawyer-by-day/motorcycle-gang-by-night group? Or maybe they all had dreads and listened to reggae, specializing in law cases involving voodoo and marijuana? Or maybe they’d all banded together because before law school they’d had aspirations of joining the circus? My imagination could make this far worse than reality. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“It’s just that—” Before Riley could finish his sentence, the car hit a patch of gravel and skidded. The vehicle fishtailed, veering left, then right. The edge of the mountain loomed precariously close.

I grabbed the dashboard, bracing myself for either a harsh collision with the rock wall beside us or a free fall down the steep cliff on the other side. This was not how I saw my life ending.

At the hands of a vicious killer? Maybe.

In the middle of a gang fight? Perhaps.

Heck, I could even see my life ending because I’d breathed an airborne pathogen. But not in a car accident. Especially not in a car accident with no one chasing us, hanging out of the window with a gun in hand.

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