Jewels in the Juniper by Dale Mayer (Lovely Lethal Gardens #10)
English | 2020 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 1.8 MB
A new cozy mystery series from USA Today best-selling author Dale Mayer. Follow gardener and amateur sleuth Doreen Montgomery—and her amusing and mostly lovable cat, dog, and parrot—as they catch murderers and solve crimes in lovely Kelowna, British Columbia.
Riches to rags. … Chaos is still present. … Memories are fading, … but not for everyone!
The problem with notoriety is unfair expectations. When Mack’s mother, Millicent Moreau, requests Doreen’s help with a small problem she’s kept hidden for decades, Doreen feels obligated to help. And what harm could it do, after all? Worst-case scenario? It’ll annoy Mack, but that’s something she does on a regular basis anyway.
But when Millicent’s “small problem” turns out to involve a failed marriage, a bag of jewels from a jewelry store that mysteriously burned down decades ago, possible insurance fraud, and maybe even a case of murder, … Doreen will admit that she’s in way over her head.
With her trusty trio of furry and feathered cohorts, she brings an old case into the present—and finds it’s more current than ever …
“Sure do. My wife has been on me about cleaning out that shed,” he said. “I don’t know how many of these at this length you can use, but Mack said to bring it all, and he’d take care of getting rid of what you don’t need afterward.” He grinned at her. “Best deal yet. I can save myself ten bucks not taking it to the dump.”
“Right,” Doreen said, as she looked at the wood. “And hopefully we’ll have a use for them all.”
Then he brought out two very long and fat boards.
“Wow, what are those for?”
“They’re perfect for stair stringers,” he said, “depending on how many steps you’ll cut in.”
She nodded as if she knew what that meant, though it made no sense to her. Why would you have string and stair in the same sentence? Surely steps should be made from something solid. But then, as she studied the boards, they looked like they were pretty solid, at one and a half or maybe two inches thick. And they were really long. She didn’t know what length for sure. Still, she was happy to have them. “Do you know how long they are?”
“They’re about four and a half feet each,” he said, “and I’ve got four of them.”
“What were you doing with them?”
“I was supposed to put steps off the deck, but then my wife changed her mind and wanted railing all around the top.”
Then Doreen understood. “Got it. That’s what these are for, the steps off my deck.”
“It will cost you a little bit more money,” he said, “but, if you can get some more spare pieces, you’ll be doing fine.”
“I sure hope so,” she said. “I’m still trying to figure out what to put on the surface.”
“Well, if you get that forever stuff, you won’t have to maintain it or repaint every ten years. But wood decking is much nicer. We put wood on, then figure we can paint it once. After that it’ll be somebody else’s problem,” Arnold said with a hoarse laugh.
She smiled. “I think wood is just fine for now.” She didn’t know why he’d bring her bad wood though. The beams were, … well, … green. Were they supposed to be?
“And, of course, we pretty much used up all the railings we had,” he said. “I might have a few of the metal rails but not likely too many.”
“I can talk to Mack and see what he thinks.”
As Arnold dropped the last beam on the ground, he said, “Tell you what. I’ll talk to him when I go back to the office next.”