Stoned to Death: A Jamie Brodie Mystery
By Meg Perry
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In 1915, farmer and amateur archaeologist Robert Thomson disappeared from Scotland’s Orkney Islands with a priceless Stone Age artifact. A century later, his great-great-grandson, Pete Ferguson, is coming to Scotland with boyfriend Jamie Brodie to meet his distant cousins and investigate Robert’s disappearance. But the homophobia of the Thomson patriarch threatens to derail their quest - and a chance meeting in a pub in Oxford brings Pete and Jamie’s relationship to a turning point.
Meg Perry
I'm an academic librarian in Central Florida and I teach internet research courses. Like Jamie, I love an academic puzzle! I read A LOT and enjoy finding new mystery writers.
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Stoned to Death - Meg Perry
Stoned to Death
By Meg Perry
Published by Meg Perry at Smashwords
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or individuals - living or dead - is entirely coincidental.
©2015 Meg Perry. All rights reserved.
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The Jamie Brodie Mysteries
Cited to Death
Hoarded to Death
Burdened to Death
Researched to Death
Encountered to Death
Psyched to Death
Stacked to Death
High Desert (bonus short story included with Stacked to Death)
Stoned to Death
Low Country (bonus short story included with Stoned to Death)
Acknowledgements
A huge chunk of the credit for this book goes to Mary Baker, archaeologist, tour guide, and friend extraordinaire. Mary and I were driving past a peat-harvesting operation on Orkney when she said, You should write a book about a bog body.
So I did. If you have an interest in archaeology and history in the UK and Ireland, Mary is your woman. You can find her at http://www.archaeotours.co.uk/
Thank you as well to the McEwens, proprietors of the Sebay Mill self-catering apartments on Orkney. Mary and I spent five wonderful days there. I asked Mrs. McEwen if she would mind the apartments being featured in a mystery novel; she said she’d love it. If you visit Orkney, I highly recommend staying there.
Thank you to my intrepid traveling companions, Chris Gebhardt and Kristen Davis, who indulged me in a side trip from Hadrian’s Wall to Dumfries and Galloway last summer, and to the nice man at Dundrennan Abbey for not calling the police when we walked in without paying. (We didn’t see the sign.) If you ever find yourself in that part of Scotland, be advised that Castle Douglas is a town, not a castle.
Thank you to the writing group - Becca, Bryan, Chris, Dustin, Maggie, Michael, Michael, and Michelle - for their critique and excellent (as always) suggestions.
As always, thank you to Stephanie at October Design Co. for the cover.
What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others. – Pericles
Diary of Dr. Conall Morgan
Edinburgh, 17 April 1913
Plans are complete for our dig on Shetland this summer. I expect it to be a waste of time, as I do not believe there is anything else to find at the site; however, I have been overruled by Dr. Wallace. As he will be leading the expedition himself, I have little recourse.
I would much prefer to remain in the Highlands. Six weeks in the midst of bloody Vikings, lacking amenities or proper meals, is not to my liking. However, lacking approval from the university, there will be no funding for a separate dig.
Bloody Wallace.
March 2014
Los Angeles
So, you’ve been dreaming a lot about sex.
Dr. Tania Bibbins sipped tea as she perused the final pages of my dream journal. I’d been seeing her since November for post-traumatic stress disorder, after witnessing a shooting. I was greatly improved – sleeping soundly and free of nightmares for a month. Today was our final scheduled session.
I said, Yeah. Except for that one about teaching a dog to surf.
She smiled. Why do you think you’re dreaming about sex?
My best guess? Because I’m not getting it as often as I’d like while I’m awake.
As I remember, we talked about this once in couples therapy.
We did. At the time Pete was teaching an overload class, and we thought the situation would improve when he wasn’t so busy anymore.
But it hasn’t?
No. We’re having sex about twice a week. Pete’s turning me down at least twice a week.
This must be frustrating for you.
I allowed myself a sigh. It’s frustrating and depressing. I’ve done everything I can dream up to stimulate his libido, and nothing works.
What have you tried?
Cards, flowers, candles and soft music, backrubs, meeting him at the door naked, even sexting him from the restroom at work when I know he’s already home. At home I’ve been hanging out in my underwear. I tried to convince him to watch porn with me a couple of times, but he said it reminded him of his abuse and didn’t like it.
When Pete was fourteen he was sexually abused by his parish priest daily for six months. When he and I originally started dating, he told me that he never bottomed, but he hadn’t told me why. We’d lived together for about six months when I’d brought up the possibility of topping him. He’d said no - he’d tried it once and didn’t like it. He’d asked me if it was a deal-breaker for me, and I’d told him no.
At the time I’d still thought I’d eventually be able to change his mind.
The next night he’d told me about his abuse.
Now, Dr. Bibbins tapped her pen against her chin in thought. Are you still showering together?
Yes, and that’s generally when we have sex. But we’ve been showering less at home, more often at the gym, to save water.
Last winter Pete was able to have penetrative sex with you in the spooning position. He says he’s still doing that.
He is. About once a month.
How do you feel about that?
I spread my hands in a helpless gesture. Pete and I have been together for almost two years. I haven’t had penetrative anal sex in all that time, and I doubt I ever will again. This sounds horribly selfish, but I’m not interested in being a receptacle for the rest of my life. I believe it creates a huge imbalance in our relationship and feeds Pete’s heteronormative tendencies. At this point, I don’t care if we ever have anal sex again. I’d be satisfied with a couple more blowjobs a week.
Have you discussed this with Pete?
No.
Why not?
I shrugged. I’m afraid of making him feel guilty. I understand you can’t divulge what Pete has told you in his sessions, but I’m positive that he’s still in therapy because he feels guilty about his limitations.
She didn’t deny it. He’s in therapy because we’re still working on meeting the final goal of the four that you set together.
Overcoming our sexual incompatibility. Right. And I know he longs to achieve that goal. I’m only saying, after all this time – I’m not betting on it.
Dr. Bibbins frowned. It’s not like you to give up on a goal.
I laughed hollowly. First time for everything.
She closed my journal and handed it back to me. Don’t admit defeat yet. Pete’s been working hard in his sessions, and I believe we’re close to a breakthrough.
She gave me an encouraging smile. Hang in there. And continue to vary your seduction techniques. You’re doing a super job.
July 26, 2014
Somewhere over the Midwestern US
I think we should give up Coke.
Um - what?
Pete smiled patiently and repeated slowly. I – think – we – should – give – up – Coke.
I blinked. I’d been reading Francis Pryor’s Britain BC, and the rapid transition from the Neolithic period to the interior of a British Airways A380 was a jolt. Okay, why?
It’s nutritionally terrible. High fructose corn syrup, all those calories. And it’s expensive.
That’s always been true. Why now?
Timing. It’ll be harder to find while we’re in the UK, right?
Only marginally. And there it’s made with sugar, not corn syrup.
It’s an excellent opportunity to wean ourselves. We’ll have tea to drink every morning, right?
Right.
I liked Coke a lot, but Pete was the true addict. We’ll give it a shot. If you start jonesing for it, we can always find some.
Deal.
Pete settled back into his seat and picked up his e-reader. I’d given it to him for his 39th birthday, three weeks ago, in preparation for this vacation.
We were spending four weeks in the UK. Pete, an associate professor of psychology at Santa Monica College, had the summer off. I’d worked at UCLA’s Young Research Library for eight years and had only used a few vacation days here and there. I’d accumulated so much vacation that I was going to start losing it if I didn’t start using it.
We weren’t only planning to see the sights. One hundred years ago, Pete’s great-great-grandfather, an amateur archaeologist, disappeared from the Orkney Islands with a priceless Stone Age artifact belonging to one of his rivals. Neither the man nor the artifact had ever been seen again. We were going to do some digging ourselves to see if we could discover what happened to him.
Pete and I had been together for two years now. We’d had some bumps along the way and had stumbled over too many dead bodies, but the past six months had been quiet. No one had died. Our families were fine. I’d reconciled with my grandfather back in the spring; Pete Skyped every weekend with his nieces.
Life was good. We’d both been promoted this year. We owned a house together. We were solid.
With one exception.
I’d followed Dr. Bibbins’ advice and kept attempting to light Pete’s fire. Three months later, nothing had changed. I’d read every article I could find about keeping the sexual spark alive in a relationship, and I’d tried everything, no matter how crazy. None of it had worked. Pete continued to turn me down. I’d kept count in the back of my dream journal; from March through May he’d accepted only 31% of my advances.
He was always apologetic, but the ongoing rejection was difficult to accept. My self-confidence hadn’t been this low in years.
I’d finally given up.
I phased out my efforts over about four weeks in hopes that Pete wouldn’t notice, and it seemed that he hadn’t. I wasn’t holding that against him. We’d gotten caught up in the minutiae of life - work, family, recreation, home maintenance, strategizing our vacation. We were busy.
But I was tired. Sex had always been an energizer for me, recharging my batteries, keeping me moving. Without it, I felt sluggish, both physically and mentally.
The words of the old Rolling Stones song kept echoing in my head. You can’t always get what you want.
But I had what I needed. Security, health, love, rewarding work. I had no room to complain.
Pete had everything he’d ever dreamed of. He’d told me so, several times. I always responded, Me too.
What else was I going to say? Making him feel guilty accomplished nothing.
Life wasn’t a romance novel. Happily Ever After, more often than not, turned out to be Okay Ever After.
I was okay.
July 27
Oxford, England
The rest of the flight was uneventful. Pete and I both slept, him leaning against the window and me leaning against him. I’d brought the remnants of a prescription of Xanax that I’d gotten last winter as treatment for my PTSD-associated insomnia, and we’d both swallowed a couple after we’d eaten what passed for dinner. I woke up when the flight attendants started handing out towelettes and orange juice. Once we spotted land, Pete got excited. Is that Ireland?
Yep.
"It’s so green."
You’re not in the desert now.
He remained glued to the window. When we were preparing to land he said, It’s not as large as I expected.
What? London?
Right.
It’s smaller than Los Angeles County.
Huh. I don’t know why I was expecting it to be bigger.
LA doesn’t seem oversized to you because you’re used to it. And remember, this is a relatively small island. The entire United Kingdom is only a little over half the size of California in square miles.
I poked him gently in the ribs. You need to get out more.
He grinned. I guess so.
We were being met at Heathrow by my friend Niles Gretton. We’d be staying in Oxford with him and his girlfriend, Nora Basu, for a few days to recuperate from our jet lag. We were also going to meet a distant cousin of Pete’s, another great-great-grandson of Robert Thomson. We were anxious to learn what he knew about their mutual ancestor.
But that wouldn’t happen until tomorrow.
Niles was waiting for us at baggage claim, and he grabbed me in a backslapping hug then held his hand out to Pete. "Niles Gretton. Welcome to