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  Family Jewels

  Rose Garder Investigations #1

  Denise Grover Swank

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Acknowledgments

  Trailer Trash: Neely Kate

  Also by Denise Grover Swank

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2016 by Denise Grover Swank

  Developmental editing: Angela Polidoro

  Copy Editing: Shannon Page

  Proofreading: Carolina Valdez-Schneider

  Cover Design: Damonza

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  ISBN: 978-1-939996-46-6

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  Chapter 1

  The dark clouds on the horizon were my first clue it was going to be a bad day.

  June thunderstorms were a common occurrence in southern Arkansas, and truth be told, we needed the rain. But I also needed to get six azalea bushes into the ground by five p.m., or I was not only going to lose the cost of the bushes, but the labor too.

  “You think we’re gonna get it done?” Neely Kate, my best friend, roommate, and co-worker, asked as she cast a nervous glance to the west.

  “If we don’t, Mr. Henderson is gonna throw a conniption.”

  “Thank you, Marci,” Neely Kate grumbled as she dug her shovel deeper into the dirt.

  Business was booming at RBW Landscaping, enough so that my business partner, Bruce Wayne Decker, and I had been forced to hire several new employees. One of them, Neely Kate’s cousin Marci, had been tasked with staying in the office to talk to the clients. Her first—and last—day had been yesterday, and the amount of damage she’d done was impressive. Without any prompting, she’d told Mr. Henderson he’d get a one hundred percent refund if we didn’t have his bushes planted before five today. Apparently Marci was obsessed with Plant or Die, a new reality TV show in which landscapers had twenty-four hours to complete their project or be eliminated. She’d hoped to get on the show by making a series of outrageous self-imposed gardening challenges on camera. Or so she’d explained to us.

  “What in tarnation are you talkin’ about?” Neely Kate had asked her cousin in horror.

  “I really need that five thousand dollars prize money,” Marci had said. “I want to go to beauty school.”

  “Five thousand dollars?” I’d asked, suddenly wondering how we could get an audition for real.

  Marci’s eyes had widened as she turned to her cousin. “Of course I was gonna share the money with you and Rowena.”

  “Rose,” Neely Kate said.

  Shaking her head, Marci said, “No. Azalea bushes. Not roses.”

  Neely Kate looked like she was about to say something, then closed her mouth.

  Marci took that as encouragement. “I only need thirty-five hundred dollars. You two can split the leftover three thousand.”

  “Fifteen hundred,” Neely Kate said, looking like she wanted to strangle her cousin.

  Marci’s eyes squinted in concentration. “No . . . I’m pretty sure the lady said the tuition was thirty-five hundred.”

  “Marci,” Neely Kate groaned. “Five thousand minus thirty-five hundred is only fifteen hundred. Not three thousand.”

  Marci looked confused. “Are you sure?” Then she waved her hand. “What am I askin’? You were the math genius in the family, with your D-minus in algebra and all.”

  Neely Kate ignored the compliment on her math skills. “And you think it’s fair that you should get the majority of the money from the show? On your first day?”

  Marci blinked, the expression on her face showing just how ridiculous she considered Neely Kate’s question. “Well, yeah . . . I really need it. And besides, I’m the one who’s auditioning.”

  “How on earth do you figure that?” Neely Kate shouted. “Where are the cameras, for Pete’s sake?”

  Marci pointed up at the ceiling. “Up there.”

  I glanced up just as Neely Kate groaned.

  “Marci,” Neely Kate forced through gritted teeth. “That’s a sprinkler head.”

  “Oh.” She laughed. “Silly me.”

  The very next thing Neely Kate had done was fire her.

  In the end, it didn’t matter why the promise to plant the azaleas had been made; all that mattered was that we were going to live up to it. Bruce Wayne had his own planting crew of two men, and they were working on a tight deadline at a commercial office site. He couldn’t afford to send anyone over to help, so Neely Kate and I had put our design and estimate jobs on hold to get this project done up close and personal.

  And now Mother Nature was conspiring against us.

  “We can do it, Rose,” Neely Kate said, with her characteristic optimism and perkiness. “Besides, what’s a little rain? We won’t melt.”

  As if to taunt us, a large bolt of lightning filled the sky and thunder shook the ground just as rain started to fall in fat drops.

  Resisting the urge to groan, I moved the bushes closer to the fifty-year-old house and dragged a bag of our premixed fertilizer/potting soil in front of the containers to keep them from blowing away. Neely Kate quickly began to help. We finished arranging them just as another bolt of lightning struck, the thunderous boom following sooner this time than it had the last.

  “That was too close,” I said. “Let’s go.”

  We put the shovels into the back of my RBW Landscaping truck, then climbed into the pickup, shivering in our semi-drenched clothes.

  “We’re not givin’ up, are we?” Neely Kate asked, incredulous. But her tone also held a hint of guilt. She was the one who’d insisted on hiring Marci despite the foreboding fact that the girl couldn’t fill in the address of the house where she’d lived for the last eighteen years with her parents on her job application. Not to mention the way she’d filled in the “Date of last job” blank with “last night with Bobby Hixler,” mistaking “job” for something else entirely.

  Being the bigger person, I’d held back my I-told-you-sos.

  I was polishing those up for when I might need them later.

  “Of course we’re not giving up.” I turned the key and the truck engine started, hitting us with a blast of cold air that made me shiver.

  Neely Kate fumbled with the air conditioning knobs to turn off the air as I pulled away from the curb.

  “We can come back when it blows over,” Neely Kate said. She flipped down the visor and looked in the mirror as she took her long blonde hair out of the messy bun she’d put it up in before we’d started digging. She gave it a fluff, then ran a finger under her eye to wipe away a mascara smudge. While Neely Kate had learned a
lot about the landscaping business since I’d hired her at the first of the year, digging in the dirt was one of the few jobs she detested and avoided at all costs. “There’s a reason I moved away from Grannie’s farm, Rose,” she’d say, wrinkling her nose. “To get away from dirt and cow manure.”

  I sighed. “Let’s get some coffee and look at how we can shuffle our schedule around and still get everything done.”

  Neely Kate snatched her pink sparkly purse from the floor board, then removed a tube of concealer and dabbed dots under her eyes. “You want to go by the office?”

  “Yeah. I want to check on Muffy.”

  “Afterward, why don’t we stop by the new coffee shop? I hear it makes a delicious white mocha.”

  I wasn’t sure a town the size of Henryetta could accommodate two coffee shops, but so far The Daily Grind had attracted a flock of courthouse employees and city police, as well as foot traffic from the downtown shoppers and store owners. It helped that they carried pastries from Dena’s Bakery, the best thing to hit Henryetta in five years. Besides, The Daily Grind’s competition was on the edge of town, close to a newer neighborhood and a condo complex. Those residents tended to avoid downtown anyway.

  I parked in front of our office and grabbed an umbrella from under my seat.

  She held out the lip gloss. “Here. You need this.”

  I gave her a hard look. “Why would I put on lip gloss to get coffee?”

  Neely Kate groaned. “Rose . . .” She dragged my name out like it pained her to do so. “You’ll never find a man if you don’t start putting more effort into your appearance.”

  I laughed. “You think lip gloss is going to make me look better?” I knew what I looked like—no makeup, muddy jeans, my dark hair up in a ponytail. “And besides, it’s ridiculous to put on makeup when I’ll just sweat it off in ten minutes.”

  I could see my dog Muffy in the window jumping up on the glass in her excitement. She weighed about eight pounds, but that didn’t stop her from trying to break through. I hated leaving her alone out at my farm, so I brought her to work most days and even to job sites. Neely Kate and Bruce Wayne had dubbed Muffy RBW Landscaping’s mascot, and lately, Neely Kate had taken to shopping for dog costumes online. Muffy was wearing one now—something that made her look like she’d been attacked by a giant white daisy. That alone could have been the reason she looked so frantic. Or maybe she was freaked out by the storm, the reason I’d left her behind.

  But one look inside the window revealed the real source of her distress.

  “Neely Kate, I thought you fired Marci.”

  “What are you talkin’ about?” she asked, digging in her purse. “I did.”

  “Then what is she doing in our office?”

  “What?” Neely Kate screeched, leaning forward to peer inside the windows. “I fired her. You heard me.”

  “Well, she’s in there now. Let’s go find out why,” I said as I hopped out of the truck.

  Neely Kate followed me. I opened the previously locked office door, and Neely Kate slammed into my back when I came to an abrupt halt.

  Muffy stood on her back legs, and her front paws scratched frantically at my legs.

  I gasped as I bent down to scoop her up. “What in the Sam Hill . . .”

  Files and papers were scattered everywhere—the floors, the chairs, and the desks. Not one inch had been left uncovered. And in the middle of the chaos stood a woman with long blonde hair, cut-off jean shorts, and a lavender-colored tank top.

  She spun around to face us, and a frown tugged on her lips. “You just ruined the surprise.”

  “That a tornado came through?” I asked in dismay.

  She laughed. “Don’t be silly, Rowena. I’m redoing your filing system.”

  “But Neely Kate fired you,” I said.

  She waved her hand and rolled her eyes. “She was always such a kidder.”

  “I wasn’t kidding!” Neely Kate’s voice rose as she stepped around me. Her foot slipped on a folder, and I grabbed her arm to keep her from falling on her booty. “What else did you do?” Neely Kate asked.

  Marci put a hand on her hips and gave us an impressive pout. “I was only trying to help.”

  “I told you that you are not auditioning for Plant or Die!”

  Marci lifted her chin and gave Neely Kate a defiant look. “That wasn’t it. It was something else entirely.”

  “What was it?”

  “It’s something you love to do anyway,” Marci said with attitude. “You’ve said so a million times.”

  Neely Kate crossed her arms. “What TV show did you think you were on this time?”

  “Not me,” she said. “You.” Then she pointed to me. “And Rowena.”

  “Her name is Rose!” Neely Kate shouted. “Who doesn’t get their own boss’s name right?”

  “Are you sure it’s Rose?” Marci asked, giving me the once-over.

  “Yeah,” Neely Kate said. “I think I’d know since she’s my best friend. Now, what did you promise?”

  “That poor man needed help. He was desperate.”

  “What man?” Neely Kate asked.

  “Radcliffe Dyer. His grandmother’s jewelry is missing.”

  A shiver ran down my spine, but Neely Kate perked up. “Why did he come by here?”

  “He heard that you and Rowena were good at finding things.”

  “Rose,” I said with a sigh.

  Marci shook her head. “He’s not looking for roses. It was jewelry.”

  Tipping her head back, Neely Kate released a loud groan. “What did he say, Marci?”

  “He said, ‘I need to talk to the two girls who work here,’ and I said, ‘Well, you’re lookin’ at one of ’em.’”

  I gave Neely Kate an exasperated look. Had we really let this girl represent our business for ten hours?

  “Why did he want the two girls who worked here?” Neely Kate asked.

  “He said,”—Marci’s voice lowered into a deep bass—“‘I need them girls to find my grandmammie’s jewelry for me. My ex-wife has something to do with ’em going missing, and I want to get to the bottom of it.’”

  Neely Kate put a hand on her hip again and waited. When Marci didn’t continue, she asked, “What else did he say?”

  “He said,”—she lowered her voice again—“‘Sorry to hear about your yellow dress. When do you think they’ll be back?’”

  Neely Kate turned back to me. “She obviously left out what she said to him, but I’m scared to ask what it was.”

  “Agreed.”

  Neely Kate turned back to her. “What did he say when you told him when we’d be back?”

  “Oh, I told him I had no idea when that would be. So he gave me his number . . .” She spun in a circle, scanning the room. “Now where did I put it . . . ?”

  “Never mind,” Neely Kate said. “I know where to find Raddy. Now tell me why all those files are spread everywhere.”

  “Oh!” Marci said, clapping her hands. “I was reorganizing your filing system.”

  “By spreading them out on every horizontal surface?” Neely Kate demanded.

  “I just set out the files,” she said defensively, then waved to Muffy. “That overgrown daisy was the one to mess ’em all up.”

  Muffy let out a low growl. I stroked her head to quiet her.

  Neely Kate shook her head. “You were fired, Marci. Fired. I fired you yesterday. Now get your purse and get out of here. Now!”

  Marci looked offended. “Does that mean I’m not getting my thirty-five hundred dollars?”

  “You’ll be damn lucky to get the seventy dollars we owe you for yesterday.” When Marci started to protest, Neely Kate held up her hand. “And if you think we’re paying you for creatin’ this mess today, you’re plum crazy. Now get out of here!”

  Marci grabbed her purse and marched the walk of shame to the front door, nearly slipping a couple of times. When she passed us, she held up her head and kept her eyes on the door like she was Anne Boleyn mar
ching to her beheading.

  When the door closed, Neely Kate said, “Rose . . . I had no idea.”

  Looking at the mess made me exhausted, and we hadn’t even started to clean it up yet. “We don’t have time to pick this up, but we can’t leave it like this either.” I set Muffy down, then grabbed my phone out of my pocket and called the nursery I co-owned with my sister. Violet was in Texas, recovering from her bone marrow transplant, but we’d found the perfect person to fill in until she came back. Maeve Deveraux answered on the third ring.

  “Gardner Sisters Nursery, Maeve speaking. How can I help you?”

  Hearing her cheery voice helped ease some of the tension in my back. “Maeve, I was wondering if I could borrow Anna for a bit. Are you too busy to turn her loose?”

  “Of course I can spare her, Rose. But she’s really not dressed to be digging.”

  “I actually need her in the office.” Then I filled her in on the details.

  “Oh, dear. I’ll send her over right away.” Then she paused and lowered her voice. “I haven’t talked to you in over a week. How are you doing?”

  “I’m great. Good.” And I was. Mostly. My ex-boyfriend Mason—Maeve’s son—and I had broken up four months ago, and he’d moved back to Little Rock. My heart had been broken, but I’d moved on. Mostly. Even if I still refused to consider dating anyone, much to Neely Kate’s dismay. “How about you?”

  It was no secret Maeve had moved from Little Rock to tiny Henryetta to be closer to her only living child. She’d been lonely and eager to feel wanted and needed again. But she’d found a place for herself here, and despite Mason’s decision to leave, she’d stayed. Still, I knew she missed her son something fierce. I’d kept my distance, mostly out of guilt. I couldn’t help wondering if she secretly blamed me for him leaving.

  “Good. I’m excited about Violet coming back.” But I heard the wistful tone in her voice.

  While we’d only intended for her position to be temporary, she’d been working full-time for the past four months and seemed to love every minute of it. “You know, Violet won’t be back to one hundred percent,” I said. “It occurs to me that we’ll still need help. Would you be willing to stay on part-time?”