DESERT STAR (PAPERBACK)
DESERT STAR (PAPERBACK)
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DESERT STAR: SPENCER REED COZY MYSTERY SERIES #3 PAPERBACK
Amateur sleuth Spencer Reed takes her grandfather to the Wind Star Ranch in Tucson, a horse ranch and assisted care facility on the edge of the Saguaro Desert where her grandfather plans to spend the remainder of the winter.
Tucson certainly beats a snowy winter in Minnesota. And Wind Star Ranch seems like a nice place filled with nice people. Who can resist the family legend of a fortune in missing gold hidden on the ranch?
Too bad all is not as it seems.
Join Spencer in the beautiful Arizona desert as she scrambles to identify a killer and locate a lost fortune in gold before the killer strikes again
PAPERBACK |
158 Pages |
ISBN |
978-1-945856-15-0 |
DIMENSIONS |
5 x 0.39 x 8 inches |
PUBLISHER |
Timberdoodle Press |
PUBLICATION DATE |
February 25, 2017 |
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DESERT STAR
Chapter 1
“Hold on, Pop. Let me help you with that.”
Spencer Reed raced around the side of her truck and grabbed the laptop from her grandfather’s hand. He held tight for a moment, resisting any kind of help that he felt made him look weak, then let go with a curt “thanks.”
Despite having to walk with a cane, Evan Reed was anything but weak. A fall from a two-story roof over a dozen years earlier had left him crippled and dealing with constant pain. Lesser men would have packed it in, but Spencer’s grandfather kept fighting. That’s the way Reeds were made. Six months earlier, her grandfather’s newly hired, personal care aide had hooked him on heroin, claiming that it was a new experimental drug.
Today Spencer’s grandfather was being released from the Tucson-based, drug-and-pain rehab center that had helped him kick the highly addictive heroin. It hadn’t been an easy journey for her grandfather. The heroin masked the pain, and once off the drug Pop had been forced to deal with it again.
Spencer looked across the truck hood at the man who had filled the role of father for most of her life. Pop looked good, she decided. The dry heat of Tucson’s desert climate agreed with him. He had regained the weight he had lost while weaning off the heroin, and his face no longer had a gray cast to it.
Her grandfather looked handsome, Spencer realized with a start. His thick white hair, neatly trimmed earlier that morning, framed a rugged, tanned face that had lost some of the deeply etched lines she had thought were permanent. His blue eyes were bright and clear and settled on her with a piercing look.
“What are you smiling at,” he grumbled. “Do I have catsup on my shirt or something?”
Spencer’s smile widened. “I’m smiling at you. I was just thinking how handsome you look. The old ladies at the Wind Star Ranch Retirement Home will be falling all over themselves trying to get your attention.”
Her grandfather frowned, but she could tell he felt pleased by her compliment.
“Let’s go,” he said. “I’ve spent enough time at this place. It’s depressing me.”
“Whatever you say, Pop. Let’s go see if there are any beautiful señoras waiting to meet a cranky old Iowan farmer.” Spencer winked at her grandfather and climbed into the truck.
She turned on the air-conditioner, stared out the windshield, and waited patiently for him to climb into the truck’s cab. She didn’t offer to help, knowing the gesture would offend him. Evan Reed might be crippled but he was no invalid.
Twenty minutes later they arrived at the twin longhorn bull statues that guarded the entrance to Wind Star Ranch.
Spencer caught her breath. Set in the western foothills of the Tucson Mountains, the ranch commanded a spectacular view of the Saguaro Desert.
Giant saguaro cacti, strangely manlike in form, dotted the dusty-gray and tan landscape. A bank of clouds hung over distant purple-tinted mountains. The air smelled of dust and sagebrush.
Spencer loved it.
She pulled into the ranch’s circular drive, parked under the wide front portico, and shut off the ignition. She listened to the cooling engine ping and pop while she inspected the house. Hacienda, she corrected herself. Wind Star Ranch was no mere house. The two story dwelling appeared much larger than she had expected, with a long wing built onto each side of the central portion. Two horse sculptures bookended the wide entry.
“Wow, Pop, this is quite the place. How did you ever find it?”
“My roommate at the rehab center told me about it. Derek’s family is from Tucson. He moved to the Wind Star Ranch last week. He called me a few days later and told me a room had opened up and suggested that I join him.”
“That was nice of Derek.”
Pop snorted. “Nice had nothing to do with it. Derek wanted some male company. Apparently most of the residents here are old ladies who like to play Scrabble. Derek prefers poker and gin rummy.”
“Soooo, there are señoras here,” Spencer teased. Seeing her grandfather’s glare, she suppressed her smile and changed the subject.
After her grandmother’s untimely death nearly forty years before, her grandfather had never dated, nor, to her knowledge, looked at another woman. He had loved his Nora with all his heart. There hadn’t been room in it for anyone else.
Spencer was hoping that would change. Her grandfather was young enough still to attract a female companion, someone he could grow old with. Not that she would ever say that aloud to him—but if she found an opportunity to nudge him in that direction, she would.
“What a beautiful ranch this must have been. How long has it been an assisted care facility? Do you know?”
“Not too long. Derek said the family had fallen on hard times. Rather than sell, they rent out the bedrooms in one wing of the house.”
“But they have nurses on staff, right Pop? I don’t want to leave you here if this is some scam facility that separates the elderly from their money.”
“Who you calling elderly?” Pop narrowed his eyes at her.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Miss,” said a male voice. “I assure you, my family takes great pride in meeting a resident’s needs. We have a reputation to uphold, you see.”
Spencer jumped at the deep voice at her left shoulder. She turned and eyed the handsome, dark-haired man standing beside the truck. Intelligent brown eyes gazed down at her.
“I’m sorry,” Spencer said. “I didn’t see you walk up to the truck. I’m Spencer Reed and this is my grandfather, Evan Reed.”
The man inclined his head in a slight bow.
“Welcome to Wind Star Ranch, Miss Reed. Mr. Reed. I am Eduardo Kraft. Allow me to carry your bags inside. I assume you will be staying with us tonight, Miss Reed, before starting your journey back to Iowa?”
“That would be great, thank you, Mr. Kraft. I’d like to know that my grandfather is happily settled before I leave him here.” Spencer jumped out of the truck, grabbed her duffle and her grandfather’s laptop from the rear seat, and showed Eduardo Kraft her grandfather’s bags in the truck bed.
“Call me Ed, please. Mr. Kraft sounds so formal.” He grabbed the two bags and led Spencer and her grandfather into the house.
“It’s beautiful!” Spencer looked around the large, cool foyer with delight. Dark wood floors gleamed underfoot. The thick, white-washed adobe walls kept the interior space light and provided a neutral backdrop for the metal sculptures scattered around the space.
Scatter rugs woven in tans and reds dotted the floor. Mission style chairs placed in small, cozy groups looked comfortable and inviting. A large wrought-iron chandelier hung from the middle of the two-story ceiling. Decorative wrought-iron rails lined balconies on three sides of the second story.
“Who’s the artist?” Spencer asked, pointing to a sculpture of a mare nursing a foal. Her own artist’s eye detected the similarity between the sculptures. She felt sure they had been created by the same hand.
“My grandfather, Harold Kraft,” answered Eduardo.
“He wanted to be an artist but decided there was more money in ranching. He should have stuck to art.” This last remark carried a slight bitter tone.
“I raised cattle myself,” Spencer’s grandfather said. “It’s tough work. This place looks prosperous. Has your ranch been here long?”
“My great-grandfather built the main house where we are now standing, Mr. Reed. My grandfather added more land and built the two wings. My family occupies the left wing. The central portion beyond the foyer houses the kitchen and dining area and what is now used as a common room. Your room is on the first floor through that door to the right.”
Spencer noticed that Eduardo had not acknowledged the statement about his family’s prosperity. Why would he? Obviously they had once been wealthy but had fallen on hard times. Why else would they open their private home to strangers?
They followed Eduardo Kraft through a curved archway on the right into another large, open room. A massive wooden desk, its broad surface polished and empty but for a single clipboard, sat near the doorway on the left.
A short, bald man with powerful-looking arms, dressed in green scrubs sat behind the desk. He looked up as Spencer came through the door. A brief scowl flashed across his face when he saw Eduardo. He turned his attention to Spencer and smiled.
“You must be the Reeds. I’ve been expecting you. My name is Tony Capelli. I’m one of two emergency medical technicians who work the day shift. You’ll meet Mary shortly; she’s helping one of our residents do her hair for the new arrival. I’ll get the bags, Mr. Kraft. Just leave them there.”
Apparently the hired help was not invited to address Eduardo Kraft as Ed, noted Spencer. She sensed the tension between the two men and hoped it didn’t spill over onto the residents. The last thing her grandfather needed after what he had recently endured was a tense atmosphere.
Tony waited for Eduardo to take his leave before handing Spencer a clipboard and pen.
“If you could just fill out these forms, please, I’ll get your grandfather settled and then bring him back here and give you both the nickel tour.” He grabbed the two bags and headed down the wide hallway without waiting for Spencer’s answer.
“Mmmm. I hope Pop’s friend hasn’t led him into an unpleasant situation,” she said to the empty room. She took the forms over to the seating area and made herself comfortable in a large, soft brown leather chair.
Muted voices carried down the hall and she heard a bark of male laughter. Laughter was a good sign, she decided. She relaxed and concentrated on the forms while she waited for her grandfather and Tony to return.