Death at the Trade Show: Target Practice Mysteries, #3
()
About this ebook
When Di grabs a last-minute invite to a trade show, she discovers a surprise: a dead body at the host hotel. The Outdoor Industry Trade Show has vendors from archery and firearms companies, a thirty-foot-tall foam yeti named Karma, and at least one killer. Di, roommate Mary, and Great Dane Moo will have to discover who killed hunting personality Cash and why. But digging into the cutthroat world of outdoor TV shows means the hunter can become the hunted.
A wholesome, cozy mystery for every sleuth in the family.
This is the third book in a brand-new series set at the fictional Westmound Center for Competitive Shooting Sports in rural Wyoming.
Nikki Haverstock
Nikki Haverstock lives with her husband and dogs on a cattle ranch high in the Rocky Mountains. Before escaping the city, Nikki taught collegiate archery for ten years. She has competed on and off for fifteen in the USA Archery women’s recurve division. In the 2015, she finished the season ranked 14th nationally. Nikki has more college degrees than she has sense and hopefully one day she will put one to work.
Read more from Nikki Haverstock
Casino Witch Mysteries Casino Witch Mysteries 1 & 2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Death at the Trade Show
Titles in the series (9)
Death on the Range: Target Practice Mysteries, #1 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Death at the Summit: Target Practice Mysteries, #2 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Death Indoors: Target Practice Mysteries, #4 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeath at the Trade Show: Target Practice Mysteries, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeath in the Casino: Target Practice Mysteries, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeath from Abroad: Target Practice Mysteries, #6 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeath in the Dormitory: Target Practice Mysteries, #6.5 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Death in the Desert: Target Practice Mysteries, #7 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTarget Practice Mysteries 1-5: Target Practice Mysteries Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related ebooks
Death in the Casino: Target Practice Mysteries, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeath at the Summit: Target Practice Mysteries, #2 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Stark Raving Mod: A Samantha Kidd Mystery: A Killer Fashion Mystery, #13 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeath in the Desert: Target Practice Mysteries, #7 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTarget Practice Mysteries 1 & 2: Target Practice Mysteries Boxset, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeath from Abroad: Target Practice Mysteries, #6 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMist By The Lighthouse: A Beach House Mystery, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMargari-Ta-Ta! Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCats, Cannolis and a Curious Kidnapping Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsKilling with Kings: Georgia Coast Cozy Mysteries, #4 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTriple Shot Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Chicken Rescue League Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCaught in the Frame: A Ponderosa Pines Mystery, #3 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Picked Clean: Antique Pickers in Paradise Cozy Mystery Series, #7 Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Murder at the GeoCache: Citrus Beach Mysteries, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeceased and Desist Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Speaks the Blue Jay: A Moonlight Bay Psychic Mystery, #8 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Jack Loves Callie Tender (A Southern Cousins Mystery prequel, companion guide and cookbook) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDrool Baby: Lia Anderson Dog Park Mysteries, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeath Indoors: Target Practice Mysteries, #4 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWhen the Carny Comes to Town Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Die a Yellow Ribbon: Pecan Bayou, #9 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Borrowed, Blue, Dead: Citrus Beach Mysteries, #7 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPick a Secret Santa: Antique Pickers in Paradise Cozy Mystery Series, #9 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Sabotaged Celebration and Salmon Snaps: A Maggie May and Miss Fancypants Mystery, #5 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Genuine Fix Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Poisoned Past and Puppermints: A Maggie May and Miss Fancypants Mystery, #6 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Scent of a Mystery: Citrus Beach Mysteries, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGoing Postal Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGargoyles and Graves: Magic & Mystery, #12 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Amateur Sleuths For You
The Labyrinth of Dreaming Books: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Life We Bury Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Secret, Book & Scone Society Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pieces of Her: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Pale Blue Eye: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone: A Murdery Mystery Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5John Grisham: Series Reading Order - 2019 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Courting Dragons Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Twyford Code: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Word Is Murder: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Accidental Alchemist: An Accidental Alchemist Mystery, #1 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Line to Kill: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Woman in the Library: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Eight Perfect Murders: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Color Me Murder Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Three Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Lord Peter Wimsey Mysteries Volume One: Whose Body?, Clouds of Witness, and Unnatural Death Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Murderous Affair at Stone Manor: A Completely Gripping Cozy Murder Mystery Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Sentence Is Death: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Night Olivia Fell Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Trouble with Goats and Sheep: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Summer House: A highly addictive psychological thriller from TOP 10 BESTSELLER Keri Beevis Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Marlow Murder Club: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Crossing Places: The First Ruth Galloway Mystery: An Edgar Award Winner Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Hardy Boys Collection Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Murder on a Mystery Tour Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Doing Harm: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Collective: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Death at the Trade Show
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Death at the Trade Show - Nikki Haverstock
To John Haverstock, who wakes me up when I have nightmares about teaching archery
Special thanks to Zara Keane and Zoe York, who have helped me in everything from plotting to publication.
Thank you to the archery community, which has been supportive and interested. Thank you, Steve Yee and Steve Anderson, who gave me additional information on youth sponsorship.
I can never thank Teresa Johnson enough. You have been the best accountability partner ever.
Thank you Lori, A.J., and Holly for being the best.
To my supportive family, thank you for only being slightly shocked when I said I was going to write even more books.
Thank you to my amazing cover artist and editing team. You are the ones that made the book shine.
When opportunity nocks
…
When Di grabs a last-minute invite to a trade show, she discovers a surprise: a dead body at the host hotel. The Outdoor Industry Trade Show has vendors from archery and firearms companies, a thirty-foot-tall foam yeti named Karma, and at least one killer. Di, roommate Mary, and Great Dane Moo will have to discover who killed hunting personality Cash and why. But digging into the cutthroat world of outdoor TV shows means the hunter can become the hunted.
A wholesome, cozy mystery for every sleuth in the family.
This is the third book in a mystery series set at the fictional Westmound Center for Competitive Shooting Sports in rural Wyoming.
Click Here to sign up for my newsletter http://nikkihaverstock.com/newsletter/
Find all my books and news at: http://nikkihaverstock.com/
Author Page on Facebook : https://facebook.com/nikkihaverstockauthor
Reader Group on Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/NikkiHaverstockReaders/
Funny, charming, and occasionally deadly.
~ NYT bestselling author Zoe York
Target Practice Mystery 3
Also By Nikki Haverstock
Target Practice Mysteries
Death on the Range
Death at the Summit
Death at the Trade Show
Death Indoors
Death in the Casino
Death from Abroad
Death in the Desert
Death in the Dormitory - short story
Casino Witch Mysteries
Of Murders and Mages
Which Mage Moved the Cheese?
No Business like Mage Business
Nice Day for a Mage Wedding
Dragons are a Mage’s Best Friend
Dragons are Forever
Only the Good Mages Die Young
Casino Witch Mini Mysteries
The Case of the Murdered Moose
The Case of the Criminal Christmas
The Case of the Foretold Fatality
Purgatory Falls Mysteries
Mermaid in Troubled Water
Snowed in Mermaid
Mermaid to the Rescue
Captain Liz Laika Mysteries
Space Murder
Alien Ambush
Space Station Investigation
Reality TV Cozy Mysteries
Lights, Camera, Murder
Crossover Murder
CHAPTER ONE
I’d never felt so glamorous in my entire life as I did standing at the doorway of the Westmound’s private Learjet we had taken to the Outdoor Industry Trade Show. The tarmac of the airport was free of snow, unlike the Wyoming airport we had left. The moment was like something out of a fashion-magazine shoot as Liam offered me a steadying hand. I started down the stairs, but the vision of myself as the height of sophistication quickly evaporated when a hard shove from behind combined with the smooth leather sole of my boot slipping on the stair sent me flying into Liam’s chest.
He managed to catch me under my arms as Moo, my faithful Great Dane companion, pushed past me and clambered down the stairs. I felt Liam’s chuckle more than heard it on the loud tarmac. He held me while I got my feet back on the asphalt and straightened my clothing, which had slid up to my ribcage. I was in my dark-fuchsia form-fitting leather jacket, dark pants with zippers and fashionable stitching, and the most beautiful boots with real laces that came up to my knees.
He leaned in close to whisper in my ear, his breath on my neck. I told you that you needed better traction.
I laughed. He had warned me way back at the Westmound Center for Competitive Shooting Sports that the boots didn’t look like they were the best choice for winter walking. I had insisted they were boots, and boots were winter clothes. He hadn’t said anything when I slipped in the parking lot as I maneuvered my huge suitcase or when I slipped as we got out of the van at the tiny regional airport near the center. Having his warm arms around me seemed like more than adequate compensation for him saying that he told me so.
He offered me his arm in the dark as the airport staff unloaded our luggage onto a cart. Moo yanked on his leash, eager to get away from the loud runway. I checked over my shoulder to see that Orion, Liam’s best friend and Westmound marketing director, was offering Mary assistance out of the plane. Flying private was the way to go. I might be spoiled for a lifetime.
An older gentleman emerged from the charter company’s doors and offered Elizabeth Andersson, owner of Westmound Industries and Liam’s mother, his arm before escorting her inside. With all five of us off the jet, six including Moo, we headed inside.
Stepping inside, the distinguished gentleman turned from Elizabeth and called out to Liam. Liam, good to see you. You look more like your dad every year.
They hugged with lots of masculine back smacking. He moved over to hug Orion as well then turned to Mary and me.
He smiled at us and approached while asking Liam for clarification. I thought Robbie and Jess were going to come to represent the Westmound Center?
Liam shook his head. They got the stomach flu, and we made a switch.
Jess and her husband had been excited to go to the OIT Show, but last night they had gotten sick. And by gotten sick
I meant they were stranded in the bathroom. Jess told me, over the phone, that she had slept on the cool bathroom floor with a bucket by her side. This morning had been a lobbying session by all the employees at the Westmound Center to see which two would take their place.
Half of the people were removed from the running by existing commitments at the center during the OIT Show’s four-day run. But what really cinched it for Mary and me was the fact that the hotel was booked solid, so whoever went would need to share the king-size bed set aside for them. We hadn’t hesitated for a second. A king-size bed for two small females would be practically like sleeping in separate rooms. Liam had made some calls to get the credentials changed to our names and returned with an additional surprise. He had also made arrangements for Moo to join us as a special guest.
The gentleman was older but in no way elderly. He was handsome, with salt-and-pepper hair and a mustache. He extended his hand to me. I’m John.
Nice to meet you. I’m Di.
Mary extended her hand, too. I’m Mary. Are you John Beckman?
Mary had written articles for the archery industry for several years, and if she was asking, then she already knew the answer.
He smiled back at her. Why yes, I am.
She started gushing. I’m a big fan of Beckmans. It’s my favorite outdoor industry store. After church, Liam, Di, and I stop in to see what’s new at our local store. It’s a weekly ritual.
I’m always glad to meet a Beckmans customer. I would love to chat with you both at some point about what products you find most interesting.
He probably said that a million times in his life, but he seemed genuinely pleased to hear Mary was a fan.
I gave him another look over. Beckmans was a nationwide outdoor sporting goods store with hundreds of locations. They were built to look like giant log cabins from the outside, and inside they carried everything you would ever need to survive in the wild. This included camping supplies, firearms, bows, barbeques, boats, and everything you could possibly imagine in camo. If I ever needed a camo couch, I would go to Beckmans.
We stopped in after church every week to wander around. Liam looked to see what Westmound products were in stock, asked what products salespeople were recommending, and eyed the previously owned guns. I usually hit the clothes and shoe sections to help rebuild my southern California wardrobe to Wyoming wear. I also took a quick spin through the high-end gun room. There I would look at the intricately carved shotguns nestled in specialty cases lined in velvet, with a nook for each piece of equipment. They were works of art, with exquisite attention to detail and price tags to match. The room also carried high-end competition rifles that looked like something out of a video game.
Liam had mentioned that Beckmans was owned by a family friend, but I hadn’t realized we would meet him here, though really I had barely spoken to Liam since he told Mary and me that we would be attending the OIT Show. The jet from Salt Lake with Elizabeth and Orion was set to arrive a few hours after we were informed, and even with the most frantic packing of our lives, we ran late. Luckily, flying private meant the plane would wait for us. Once in the jet, Liam, Elizabeth, and Orion started to work while Mary, Moo, and I entertained ourselves. Mary thought the highlight was the tiny drawer under the seat that popped out and was full of candy. I considered the fact that we didn’t have to go through security and I didn’t have to remove my shoes and belt to be the best part.
The carts with our luggage rolled past and out the front door. John offered Elizabeth his arm and said, Let me show you our car for the week.
We went to the parking lot, where a car was waiting. It was black and sleek, much longer than typical. In the lights of the entrance, you could see the paint was smooth and clean, without a smudge, even in this winter slush. The driver got out and greeted us with a smile. I’m Jack. I am thrilled to be driving you this week. If you need anything, day or night, I am at your service.
Moo pulled on his leash to inspect the man.
Jack chuckled. I see you brought a horse with you.
He scratched Moo on the neck, and Moo’s eyes rolled back in his head. His back foot lifted in the air and scratched the air in time with Jack’s scratches.
I laughed. His name is Moo, and you might be his new best friend.
Any dog is a friend of mine.
Jack opened up a door and offered me his hand. Please get in the car; it’s cold out here.
Moo leapt into the door ahead of me while Mary and I followed. We scooted as far in as possible to leave room for the rest of the group.
Mary pulled out her phone and flipped through the messages. I can’t believe we got to come. This is going to be awesome. Everyone is so jealous.
Really?
I leaned closer to see the screen while Moo wedged in on my other side. He stuck his nose into the window and whined. It was far too cold to have the windows down, plus these didn’t appear the type to open at all, but how do you explain that to a dog? Long nose smears were left on the glass when he finally gave up and flopped his large, square head onto my lap.
Mary tilted her screen in my direction and scrolled down the list of messages. See, everyone wants me to take pictures or ask questions or something. They’re dying that they can’t be here.
How did they find out that you were coming already?
It had only been a handful of hours since we knew ourselves.
"Um, I might