Target Practice Mysteries 3 & 4: Target Practice Mysteries Boxset, #2
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Di has a new job, and an unexpected side gig as an amateur sleuth. Target Practice Mysteries is a funny cozy mystery series about starting over again, taking wild chances, and being adopted by a dog named Moo. Heartwarming and sweet with a slow-burn romance!
Target Practice Mysteries 3 & 4
Death at the Trade Show: The whole crew is taking a trip to a trade show where Di finds herself in a familiar situation, investigating a dead body at the hotel.
Death Indoors: The first big tournament of the season is being held at the training center. Di will need to balance her shooting jitters with an investigation when a dead body is found in the snow.
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.
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Target Practice Mysteries 3 & 4 - Nikki Haverstock
To John, thanks for keeping me sane.
Di has a new job, and an unexpected side gig as an amateur sleuth. Target Practice Mysteries is a funny cozy mystery series about starting over again, taking wild chances, and being adopted by a dog named Moo. Heartwarming and sweet with a slow-burn romance!
Target Practice Mysteries 3 & 4
Death at the Trade Show: The whole crew is taking a trip to a trade show where Di finds herself in a familiar situation, investigating a dead body at the hotel.
Death Indoors: The first big tournament of the season is being held at the training center. Di will need to balance her shooting jitters with an investigation when a dead body is found in the snow.
Funny, charming, and occasionally deadly.
~ NYT bestselling author Zoe York
A humorous first-in-series cozy mystery featuring a darling dog, a sassy heroine, and an amusing cast of characters.
— USA Today bestselling author Zara Keane
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DEATH AT THE TRADE SHOW
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 have posted online in a few places.
Mary avoided my glance.
I let out a hearty laugh. So while I was racing around like crazy, you posted online?
Hey now, that only took a few seconds while you spent fifteen minutes trying on the right outfit.
I peeked out the window at Liam and Orion rolling out a cart of luggage. Liam looked at the car and I looked away, hoping that he hadn’t caught me staring. Okay, so we both had important stuff to do. Let’s not mention this again. If people want to come to the OIT Show, then why don’t they?
Not just anyone can come, Di. You have to be associated with an exhibitor, buying for a retail location, or media, that kind of thing. Joe Schmoe won’t be there. Except for the people wanting sponsorship for their hunting shows—they’ll be everywhere, even though you’re not really supposed to be soliciting sponsorships there.
Mary might be almost a decade younger than me, but in our friendship, she was the expert on the industry, while I was just learning. Have you ever been before?
Once, a few years ago, I worked with the staff to write industry articles on new products and features, but I didn’t get nearly enough time to look around other than walking to and from interviews. I am hoping that this time we can all look around more.
Is there anything in this industry that you don’t know?
Mary laughed and bumped off my shoulder.
The door to the car opened again. Liam and Orion came in, each holding two long rectangular boxes. Liam crouched over as he moved in our direction. Mary, let me trade seats with you.
Elizabeth and John entered last, sitting at the opposite end of the car and talking quietly. The car slowly pulled away from the airport.
When we all settled down, Liam was next to me while Mary was on his other side, between him and Orion. Both men were smiling.
Orion brought something from Salt Lake for both of you.
Liam handed me the two boxes, while Orion handed Mary the two boxes he had brought in. The jet had brought Orion and Elizabeth from Westmound headquarters to Wyoming, where it had picked up Liam, Mary, myself, and Moo. Go ahead. Open the top box.
Moo sat up on the seat and rested his head on my shoulder, staring intently at the box.
I let out a squeal, as I had a good idea of what was in the box, based on it being from Salt Lake and the shape. Sure enough, as I threw open the lid, there in the foam was a brand new Andersson Archery recurve riser. Modern competition recurve bows consist of a riser that all the accessories attach to, such as the sight, stabilizers, and grip. The limbs snap into the top and bottom of the riser, giving the bow the majority of its length. The bowstring attaches to the limbs. The limbs are the part of the bow that bends and determines the draw weight of the bow. Limbs can be easily switched out when the bow is unstrung.
The riser sitting in my lap was the newest model from Andersson Archery, a company owned by Westmound. It was a dark teal, the most beautiful color I had seen. The gentle curves and strategic cut outs and arcs were gorgeous. I ran my finger over the metal surface and lifted it in my bow hand, awed at how the wooden grip felt in my hand.
Mary squealed next to me. Awesome. My favorite color!
She pulled out the same model riser as mine but in a pale gold, soft and smooth like butter. I didn’t know they came in these colors.
Orion laughed. They’re custom colors just for you. Liam picked them out.
Liam smiled. I might have picked up a few things during our Beckmans shopping trips. These are the first two off the line. I hope you like them.
Mary squealed. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I clutched my riser to my chest. Liam leaned back and threw one arm along the back of the seat, lightly grazing my far shoulder. I leaned into him. Thank you.
He nodded his head to the boxes. Here, check out the limbs.
I opened the bottom box. They were solid black except for Andersson
on the front. The limbs were laminated of multiple materials that varied between models. From the side, the layers were visible, and in the middle was a teal layer that perfectly matched the riser. I gasped and looked at Mary.
She looked at me and twisted her limb to show me that hers had a pale-gold layer running down the length of the limb. It matches!
she squealed.
At the far end of the car, Elizabeth and John looked at us. Elizabeth smiled then went back to her conversation.
My face felt hot as I turned to Liam. Did you do this just for us?
Liam smiled and squeezed my shoulder with the hand resting on the back of our seat. Moo pressed his wet nose all over the limbs and riser. Once he determined they weren’t edible, he curled up at my side again, grunting and groaning. Liam’s hand rested on me, fingers gently cupping my shoulder. It was very distracting, and I lost my train of thought as I nestled between Moo and Liam. I felt deliciously warm, and my eyelids slid down, suddenly heavy.
Orion leaned around Mary. Hey now, let’s not forget my contribution to this project. We have talked about introducing a custom line of colors for special purchase or incentives to sponsored shooters. We need to make sure that the color holds fast and there aren’t any performance problems.
Mary squealed again and threw her arms around Orion, the riser and limbs awkwardly wedged between them. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Orion dodged to the side to avoid a limb tip in the eye. You’re welcome, kiddo.
Mary sat back down in her seat. I wish I could shoot it now. This is going to be the longest four days ever.
Orion unzipped his jacket and pulled out two matching bowstrings. You won’t be able to shoot it, but I brought some strings so you can at least pull them back. Maybe share a picture online and get people excited about the new riser model.
Mary snatched the strings out of his hand. You don’t have to ask me twice.
Orion reached into his messenger bag and passed her a bow stringer. "I brought this ’cause those limbs are perfect. I do not want you twisting them or taking out an eye using your foot to string the bow. That’s the new Andersson bow stringer; let me know what you think of it."
I started to put the riser and limbs back into their boxes, running my fingers over the slightly textured surface of the metal. I looked up to see Liam watching me and smiled again. I’m so excited. I can’t wait to set it up. I’m glad I set everything up for Mary’s and my training blogs.
Orion leaned his head back to avoid a limb as Mary packed everything back into the boxes. I saw the mock-up you sent. It looks great. How will you structure it?
I placed the boxes at my feet, and Moo flung his head over my lap with a deep sigh of contentment at regaining the space. Mary’s blog will focus on elite competition and the more technical aspects, while mine is for the beginning competitive archer. Both of us will mix up equipment videos with form videos about what we are working on. Liam is going to help with the equipment videos.
Orion’s phone beeped, and he pulled it out to poke at the screen. Sounds good. The rest of your set up was shipped directly to the center.
Mary pulled out her phone to snap a picture of the new bow. She punched a few keys to post the picture online, and within seconds, her phone was buzzing with replies. She settled into her seat and, at the speed of light, was tapping out messages.
It was quiet in the car except the buzzing and chirping of Mary’s and Orion’s phones. I looked out the window at the buildings flowing by. I’d been living at the Westmound Center for Competitive Shooting Sports in rural Wyoming since fall, but I already felt like the city was a foreign environment, the lights and cars closing in around me in the night. I nestled in closer to Liam in the dark car.
He pulled his eyes away from his phone. You excited?
Yes, of course.
Four whole days with Liam—of course I was excited. The thought hit me that he meant the show, and I deflated a little. Mary was telling me all about it. She’s super excited.
Mary’s always excited.
I chuckled. Yes, she is. She keeps me entertained. You know, I am still not clear on what we will be doing.
Mary perked up and looked our way. Yeah, boss, what are we doing?
She unzipped her backpack and pulled out a notebook and felt-tip marker, carefully writing OIT SHOW ASSIGNMENTS
across the top in block letters.
Errr.
Liam looked at Orion, who chuckled. We don’t really know what you guys are doing.
Mary’s eyebrows flew up. What? You don’t know?
Her pen hovered over the paper, yearning to organize our assignments