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POWDERED MURDER
A Bison Creek Mystery
A. Gardner
Copyright © 2015 by A. Gardner
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
RECIPES
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
BOOKS BY A. GARDNER
CHAPTER ONE
He was never my lover and he wasn't my ex, but when I saw him standing in the great room my heart jumped. A lump that was difficult to swallow formed in my throat, and my chest started pounding as if I'd drunk too many espressos. I paused in the doorway marked Staff Only, and prolonged my trip through the hotel lobby by staring out a foggy window at the soft, fluffy snowflakes outside.
The calm before the storm.
"Get it together, Essie." My little sister Joy nudged me on the shoulder, breaking my train of thought.
"I think Hell just froze over," I muttered, staring at a man I never thought I would have to see or talk to again. Patrick.
"If that's true then we're living in Hell." Joy chuckled to herself, and glanced out the window. It was a snowy morning in the Rockies. The kind that starts out with an i
"What is he doing here?" I whispered.
Joy was all too aware of my feelings for Patrick. Old feelings. It started back in first grade when my mom babysat him after school. We would build snow forts in the backyard until our fingers felt like ice blocks. Moving to the touristy mountain town of Bison Creek from a scorching hot state like Alabama, naturally Patrick had a slight obsession with snow back then.
"You need to get over him," Joy said. Joy is anything but joyous. In fact, spending more than a few hours with her would make anyone's blood boil. She attracts drama like flies to a honey stick. "Your little childhood crush is making you look like one of those zombie chicks from last year's Halloween parade. Essie, you're a thirty-five year old woman."
"I'm thirty one," I corrected her. "And I would appreciate it if you round down instead of up."
"Whatever." She gripped her clipboard tighter as she looked in Patrick's direction. "My point is that times have changed. You're the best fitness trainer in town, and you condition your hair now."
"Thanks." I narrowed my eyes and acted as if she meant it as a compliment.
"They all checked in last night, except for Patrick who is staying with his parents of course. Now go and congratulate them like a normal person." Joy tugged at her long-sleeved blouse that hid the tattoos on her forearm. It was tucked into a black pencil skirt she'd taken from my closet.
"Who checked in?" I asked. "Congratulate who for what?"
"You haven't figured it out by now?" She raised her eyebrows and looked me up and down. "I'm surprised. You notice everything about everyone."
I glanced back at Patrick who was attempting to calm a very hysterical woman wearing leather leggings. The woman's face looked familiar. I had seen those duck-like lips and sunken cheeks a few times before on TV, but it hadn't occurred to me until now that she was Lila Clemton, the model turned actress. Her line of environmentally-friendly lipsticks had sold out in record breaking time when they'd hit the shelves. I actually bought one of her lip glosses solely because the color was called caramelized quinoa, and applying it to my lips made me laugh.
My eyes darted to Joy's clipboard and sincere smile. She was Pinecliffe Mountain Resort's Assistant Event Coordinator in charge of all events at the moment since the Head Coordinator left to take a better paying position in Denver.
"He's engaged, isn't he?" My stomach sank as soon as I said it.
"Oh, he's more than that," she chuckled. "They're here for the biggest thing that has ever happened in this town. A secret celebrity wedding. If I nail this account, Essie, do you know what this means?"
"More clients?" I guessed.
"A promotion." Joy smiled. Only work could get her to smile like that. "I would be the Head Event Coordinator at the poshest ski resort in all the Rockies. Okay fine, more like the tenth poshest ski resort in all the Rockies. Do you have any idea how many more weddings we will book after this one surfaces in the tabloids?"
"Looks like you've got your work cut out for you." I took a step back, thinking about slipping pass the stone fireplace with the waitressing staff. I didn't want to start my morning off with an uncomfortable blast from the past.
The last time I saw Patrick Jaye, I was a completely different person. I was shy and I always wore my hair back in a ponytail because I hated the way it frizzed around my face. Back then, I spent most of my free time loitering near the slopes at Pinecliffe mountain, but not because I skied or snowboarded. Patrick did. Up until I graduated from high school I'd never even stood on a snowboard. It was difficult to imagine myself dodging baby evergreens and bending my knees just in time to land a jump when I was thirty pounds heavier.
Patrick was the best snowboarder in the entire county. So when he medaled in the Winter X Games and received his first sponsorship deal at the age of sixteen, no one was surprised. He quickly became Mayor Millbreck's golden boy, and the whole town normally buzzed with excitement before he made one of his rare pass-throughs to see his parents.
Not this time.
"Come on." Joy pulled my arm, forcing me to walk with her to meet the happy couple. "Let him see that tight little--" Patrick's fiancée, in the middle of a rant, cut her off. Thankfully.
"I can't believe she did this to me!" Lila jerked her hand away from Patrick just in time to almost slap me across the face. I leaned back at just the right moment.
"Is everything okay?" Joy asked her. The tone of her voice changed. It was more calm and professional, and unlike the real Joy in every way.
"No, it's not." Lila stamped her foot like an angry toddler. Up close she looked thi