The Harvest Club (2 page)

She sipped her coffee, pulled out her cell phone, sighed, and made the call she had been dreading. Instant relief filled her, Dad didn’t answer, and she got his voicemail. Leaving him a quick message to let him know she had arrived safely, Jessie turned her phone off.

****

She got out of her car, stretching her legs, and strolled toward the church entrance. But it was the cemetery on the other side of the church that called to her. It was a gorgeous day, too nice to go inside just yet.

Katie, Jessie, and some of their friends used to go to the cemetery in their small town just to scare each other witless, especially on Halloween. The darker the night, the better!

She smiled as she strolled between the headstones, across neatly trimmed grass. Katie would get them all worked up ahead of time with stories of the dead who roamed restlessly among the graves. She had been the instigator of such outings, and Jessie always followed her. Jessie chuckled at the memory. Following Katie had gotten her into plenty of trouble.

Jessie paused to read some of the headstones. A few dated back almost a hundred years. Just ahead under the shade of huge maple tree, she saw a new grave. Making her way there, careful to stay on the path, Jessie stopped in front of the grave so she could read the memorial on the stone.

Here lies the sunshine of our lives.

Beloved Wife, Mother, Daughter, and Friend

Gina Martin

Born June 5, 1982, Died March 15, 2012

It was a lovely area, well-manicured and maintained; fresh flowers filled the vases on each side of the headstone. A bench was placed directly across from the grave under the maple tree and offered a view to the woods behind the church. Jessie sat down and sighed with pleasure.

As she sat, she calculated the years. Wow, this Gina was not quite thirty, only a few years older than herself. How had she died? Jessie frowned. Too young to die! She shook her head but couldn’t stop the tears that trickled down her cheeks. Annoyed, she wiped them from her face.

“Every day is a gift, even though it’s not wrapped with a bow. Live it fully!” Her grandma Sadie had told her often, and lived it by example. Looking at the new grave Jessie couldn’t help but wonder about Gina Martin’s short life. What had she been like?

Lifting her face, she saw movement at the edge of the woods. The impatient woman she had seen earlier in the floral dress gazed directly at her, never taking her eyes off Jessie’s face. Her curly short, brown hair framed her pretty face. She was surprised to see her again so soon. Her ride must have dropped her off here, after they’d gone wherever they were going.

“Hello.” Jessie waved and smiled.

The woman didn’t say a word but stood quiet and still, staring at her. Jessie looked away for a moment, and when she glanced back again, the woman was gone.

****

“How rude, I wonder what her problem is!” Jessie stood and shrugged, then walked through the cemetery back toward the church. Climbing the stairs, she opened the door. “Is anyone here?” She stepped inside.

“Can I help you?” A gray haired man shuffled across the foyer toward her, limping slightly. His smile was warm and genuine.

“I’m Jessie Reynolds, the new secretary. I saw your car in the parking lot and decided to come in and have a look around before Monday.” She smiled back at him.

“Welcome, Jessie. I’m James Morris.” He extended his hand. “Pastor Rick told the congregation we were getting a new secretary. I’d be happy to show you the church.”

“That would be nice.” She shook his hand.

Walking with James was a quick education in small town living. He seemed to know everyone and everything.

Jessie made a mental note to be careful what she said in front of him because his ability to recall details from years ago was incredible. He showed her the offices, the sanctuary, and the rest of the church. Bringing her back to the foyer, he stopped at a wall with several photographs.

“These are all the pastors who have served the church since it was built. This one here was the founding pastor; of course I wasn’t around yet.” He laughed. “I would have to be older than I already am.” He pointed to a painting and then went on to point out the photos of those pastors he had known personally. He told her a story about how each of them had made their way to First Community. When he came to the smiling face of a pretty, young woman with dark curly hair, he paused. “This is Pastor Gina Martin. She was such a sweet young thing. She’s dead, you know, murdered right outside the church a few months ago. They still don’t know who did it.” He shifted his weight to his good leg and leaned against the wall.

Startled, she looked at James. “I just saw her grave.” Jessie turned back to the picture, feeling a little light headed. “She was a pastor here?” It…it looked a little like the lady she had seen in the woods. Not possible. She gave her head a tiny shake. A sister? Maybe just her vivid imagination at it again.

“Yes,” he answered. “Gina was our Assistant Pastor, and we all miss her something terrible.”

She could feel those pesky tears gathering again. “How many children did she have? Any…any siblings? She wiped an errant tear from her cheek.

“Two children,” he said. “A boy and a little girl. They live with Gina’s parents at Rocky Pointe until the custody battle with their stepfather is settled. No siblings that I can recall, at least none that I ever met. Are you all right?”

“Yes.” She cleared her throat and managed a smile. Why this deep sadness? She’d never met this woman. Tired, she decided. She was just tired.

“James, I think I’d better get on my way. I still have to get settled in.” She offered her hand once again. “Thanks for the tour. The church is lovely.” She turned and walked briskly toward the front doors.

Striving to keep up with her, he made it to the door in time to hold it open for her to walk through and then followed her out. He pointed to the tree where Gina’s body had been discovered. “She had several gunshot wounds, real messy, if you know what I mean. It’s a sad business, and the church is still trying to recover.” He paused. “I hope you’ll enjoy working here, and this won’t scare you off.”

She mumbled a goodbye, bolted across the parking lot, and got into her car as fast as her feet would carry her. Wanting to speed away from the church, Jessie calmed herself first. She started her car, going over Katie’s directions in her mind. Why hadn’t Katie told her about the murder at the church? Was it a random killing? Or had Gina been a target? And who in the heck was the woman? Not a ghost, that’s for sure. She’d looked way too real. There was a story to be uncovered here for sure!

She drove a little way and then pulled over on the shoulder, needing to get hold of herself before she saw Katie. She would want the scoop, and Jessie wasn’t ready to tell anybody about how Gina’s grave and murder had impacted her. At least not right now.

A car pulled in behind her. In her mirror she watched a neatly dressed man approaching her car. He leaned down to see her better; brown eyes with gold flecks looked inquiringly into hers. “Are you all right? Do you need any help?” He straightened up and continued to look at her curiously.

“Everything is fine.” She gazed up at him. “I’m new in town—I just arrived from New York and needed to get my bearings.”

“You must be Jessie, Katie Donovan’s friend. She told me you were on your way and to keep a look out for you. My name is Dylan Mitchel.” He smiled at her. “I’m one of the police officers in town. Welcome to Blue Cove.”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “I’d better get on my way before Katie sends out the militia.” She laughed and started her car, shifting it into gear.

“Your turn off is just up the road. Katie has one of the prettiest places you’ll ever lay eyes on. I know I’ll be seeing you around.” She nodded and he headed back to his car.

****

Making the turn onto Blue Iris Lane, which was obviously named for the inn, she slowed down to take it all in. She was going to enjoy the moment in spite of murders and ghosts!

Irises and lilac bushes lined the roadway filling the air with a fragrant floral scent. At the end of the road was the inn just like its magazine picture, yellow clapboard siding and pristine white trim, accented with shutters and several pairs of French doors leading out onto a beautiful large wraparound porch. No wonder the Blue Iris Inn had been given a five star rating in the
Beautiful Inns
of America Magazine
. It was special, with its charming gardens and spectacular ocean views. Jessie pinched herself, smiling, to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

Katie was waiting on the porch. Her coppery hair was ablaze in the sunlight as she posed like a model among the white wicker furniture. The moment Katie saw her, a smile lit up her face she waved excitedly, jumping up and down. Jessie grinned.

“Jessie, Jessie.” Katie ran down the steps toward her. She opened the car door, grabbed Jessie, and wrapped her in a big hug as she climbed out of the car. “I’m so glad you’re here. Dylan called and told me you were on your way. We’ve so much to catch up on.” Pausing only to take a breath, Katie hugged her again. “Ooh, I like your hair long. Everything about you is long!” She stepped back with a stunned look on her face.

“What?” Jessie laughed

“Oh, my gosh, you look great! New York was good for you. You’ll be like manna to the single guys in town.”

“I’m not sure how to take that, but thanks, I think, and hi back at you.” Jessie chuckled, as Katie’s green eyes twinkled with mischief, just as she remembered.

“Have you always been this tall?” Katie looked up at Jessie, gesturing for drama. “I don’t remember being this short next to you. I feel like a monkey next to a gazelle.” They both giggled.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you…and missed laughing. I don’t think I’ve hardly laughed at all the past several years except for when you called.”

“Seriously…we’ll remedy that as soon as possible.” Katie grabbed Jessie’s purse from the car and closed the door. “Just as soon as we get you settled we’re going to dinner to celebrate your arrival.” She hugged Jessie again.

“Sounds good…I can’t wait to see my place. Did everything get here okay?”

“It’s all there waiting for you to put it away.” Katie took her hand and pulled her down the path.

****

The cottage was perfect, away from the main inn, down a path through the beautiful gardens and set on the property in such a way as to have a breathtaking view of the ocean. It was a place she could only imagine in her dreams, but she was standing in it.

Katie left her to do some immediate unpacking and freshen up. From the cozy living room, she stared out at the distant horizon, the sun now high in the sky, turning the cove a deep blue hue. “Thank you, my dear friend,” she whispered.

If it hadn’t been for Katie, she would still be in New York City, living in a tiny flat with two other girls from work.

She had arrived there, a very naïve twenty-one-year-old fresh out of college, and had been hired as an intern by a family friend to write for a cable news company. After several promotions, Jessie’s salary was great, but with each passing year, she felt more unsettled and restless. She wasn’t one of those people who thrived in the city.

The news industry had become extremely competitive, with everyone after the credit for the next big story. Jessie had started the job wanting to make a difference, but that wasn’t what it was all about. Well, she still wanted that—to make a difference.

This past year she had made a decision to look for something different. Every weekend she used her one pricey purchase, called fondly her sanity keeper, a fully restored 1964 red Mustang convertible, to explore the coastal Northeast. It had all seemed like a pipe dream until a couple of months ago. Then the call had come from Katie.

“Jessie, guess what?” It had been a wet, chilly evening after a disappointing day at work. Katie’s voice on the phone was as impatient as ever. “Oh, you’ll never guess. I’ve inherited an inn at Blue Cove from my uncle Robert. I’ll be moving there in a couple of weeks. It’s called the Blue Iris Inn.”

“Perfect! I can’t wait to see it. Just think, Katie, it’ll be like old times. We haven’t lived this close in years. I’ll actually get to see you once in a while.”

“I’ve been thinking.” Katie paused. “You’re always telling me you want to get out of the city; you could come and help me out, or find a job. I have a cottage on the property you could rent. I’ll give you a great deal. Give it some thought, okay?”

“I’ll do it.” She had decided on the spot, a rush of relief washing through her. “It sounds too good to be true. Not only getting out of the city, but to be with my best friend as well. It might be hard to pass up.”

“I’m hoping so and one more thing to tempt you… it has a spectacular view of the ocean. I’ll let you know when I get there, and in the meantime, you can check it out on the internet. Oh, and, I heard about a job opening at First Community Church. They’re in need of a secretary.”

She had checked it out, applied for the job, did two phone interviews and was hired. Just like that. When she turned in her two week notice, her boss, Neil Dempsey, had asked her if she would consider doing some freelance news stories, to which she readily agreed and, voilà, here she was.

Jessie sighed and turned away from the window. In her new kitchen, she unpacked the box sitting on the counter. Distracted, she put things away without her usual planning.

She couldn’t explain what had happened to her today, but her intuition told her it was more than being tired. There was something for her to find here. In the meantime, Jessie loved it, the town, the inn, and her cottage by the sea. She was home.

Finished…Jessie smiled and stepped back to survey her handiwork. She liked it! The soft blue gray of the walls, gleaming white trim, sun-washed floral chairs, and white couch with floral pillows; the bones had been there, but now it was her room. Her books and family photos were on the built-in bookcases on each side of the fireplace. Grandma Sadie’s painting hung on the wall, her laptop was on the writing desk, and scented candles and knickknacks decorated the end tables. The kitchen had her small appliances on the counter, and she had filled her favorite vase with flowers from the garden and placed it on the table. The room looked and felt like home.