Greatest Hits Mysteries Holiday Bundle
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From USA Today bestselling author Leslie Langtry come two hilarious short holiday mysteries about the Bombay Family!
Four Killing Birds (short story)
Shortly before the holidays, inventor and former assassin Missi Bombay gets orders to perform one last job. It’s the granddaddy of all hits—to be carried out on Christmas Eve, no less. Missi knows she has only one chance at success, so she enlists the help of her cousins Gin, Dakota, and Coney. Together the Bombay cousins come out of retirement to stamp out the world’s most evil cabal.
Have Your Self a Deadly Little Christmas (short story)
It’s Christmas Eve, and huddled around the fireplace with pet Dodo in her lap, Missi Bombay tells the story about the time she and her cousins, Gin, Liv, Paris, and Cy carried out a holiday assignment on the family’s private island—Agatha Christie style.
"Langtry gets the fun started from page one!"
~ Publisher's Weekly
"Mixing a deadly sense of humor and plenty of sexy sizzle, Leslie Langtry creates a brilliantly original, laughter-rich mix of contemporary romance and suspense."
~ Chicago Tribune
Note: This is a collection of two short stories. Approximate total word count of the bundle is similar to a novella length work.
Leslie Langtry
Leslie Langtry is the USA Today bestselling author of the Greatest Hits Mysteries, The Adulterer's Unofficial Guide to Family Vacations, and several books she hasn't finished yet, because she's very lazy. Leslie loves puppies and cake (but she will not share her cake with puppies) and lives with her family and assorted animals in the Midwest.
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GREATEST HITS MYSTERIES HOLIDAY BUNDLE
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LESLIE LANGTRY
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
FOUR KILLING BIRDS
a holiday short story
HAVE YOURSELF A DEADLY LITTLE CHRISTMAS
a holiday short story
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
BOOKS BY LESLIE LANGTRY
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FOUR KILLING BIRDS
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And that's the story of the first Bombay!
I shut the book carefully to avoid startling my birds. The four cassowaries stared at me, blinking.
Missi, are you reading to those weird emus?
Mom popped up behind me, causing me to drop the book and startling the birds. They started running around in circles like they were on fire.
They're not emus, Mom. They're cassowaries.
I bent to retrieve my cousin Gin's book. Totally different thing.
Mom frowned and looked at the birds. She thought them weird with their prehistoric looking casques—the bone like structures on top of their heads, and lizard necks and feet. I didn't want her to hurt their feelings by calling them 'weird.' I loved these animals. Sure, they resemble an ostrich in height, and a turkey in color with their bright blue necks and scarlet dangling wattles hanging from their throats, but they are completely unique otherwise. Kind of like me. Maybe that's why I liked them so much.
I waved my large feathered friends away and motioned for Mom to sit down on a rustic, wood chair. I took the chair opposite her—the one that looks like a giant orange hand.
What's up, Mom?
Her eyes followed the cassowaries out. "You were reading them the Bombay Family Bedtime Stories book? Why?"
I shrugged. Mom should've, by now, known not to ask me that question. Who knows why I read them those stories? Perhaps they could learn inside those little pea brains of theirs. Maybe I just liked Gin Bombay's book. I never questioned my own motives, mostly because I did what I wanted anyway.
Maybe I should explain. My name is Mississippi Bombay, and I come from a family of assassins. Well, we used to be—for about four thousand years anyway. It was the family biz, but we all recently retired from assassination because it just got to be too much. My generation started having issues with the idea that our kids would grow up killing people for a living. Huh? I wonder why no one had that problem before? Anyway, after a year of my cousins squabbling with the Council, we all just decided to end the business.
I was the family's inventor, and I live on the family island of Santa Muerta—still blowing up things, but for fun this time. We'd kept our secret tropical island headquarters after the shutdown because it's been in the family for centuries. And with it being off the coast of Western South America—it was still a popular vacation spot for the family. We'd kept the block of condos too so the Bombays would always have their own homes here. They didn't visit as often as I'd like, but it was there for them nonetheless.
Where's Lex? And the boys? Aren't they home for the holidays?
Mom asked, forgetting that I'd already told her the answers twice already. I needed to work on a cure for Alzheimer's, soon. Or maybe she was hitting my future potential glaucoma stash of marijuana plants again. Oh, I didn't have glaucoma—but it's always best to be prepared, right?
Lex was doing stunts for a film shoot in Germany, and the boys are on a college-sponsored ski trip in Switzerland—with, I suspect, some dangerous elements involved that I'm refusing to think about. I'm spending Christmas with you this year, remember?
I cringed as I added the 'remember' part. I'm sure she didn't like to be reminded of her recent issues with memory loss.
As usual, Mom ignored me, instead handing me a strangely familiar manila envelope sealed with a blood-red wax stamp. The Bombay Crest. I haven't seen one of these since the Council disbanded the Bombay Family business of assassination.
What's this?
I took the envelope from her and turned it over, afraid to break the seal. Once you broke the seal, you as much as accepted the assignment. Old fears die hard. Technically, we didn't do this type of work anymore. The island of Santa Muerta was no longer Bombay Central HQ. I no longer invented strange ways to kill people because we no longer killed people.
Well, I guess we could still kill people—there just wasn't an organization that made us do it anymore.
Mom,
I repeated, what the hell is this?
She waved her arm in the air absently. There's one more assignment.
I stared at her. She really was off her rocker. I pictured her sitting in her condo, alone, re-living the old days by stuffing blank sheets of paper into manila envelopes and closing them with the Bombay seal in red wax. And then I pictured myself inheriting her insanity and doing the same thing. I really, really needed to work on that dementia vaccine…
From who? There isn't a Bombay Council anymore.
I said gently. There are no more assignments. No more targets. We gave that all up, remember?
I was worried about Mom. We'd kept the staff at Santa Muerta—she would be cared for the rest of her days. I decided I'd need to talk to the staff, soon, about keeping an eye on her.
I know that, Missi! I'm not demented. Not yet.
Mom laughed, and I felt a cool trickle of relief.
Well what's this then?
I asked, holding the envelope up. I had to admit, I was itching to open it just once, for old time's sake.
I already told you. One last assignment.
She said it simply, her hands on her hips as if I were a child who didn't understand.
I sighed and tore into the packet. The only way I was going to get answers was to open it in front of her. Imagine my surprise when I pulled out a full dossier complete with target info and the vic's pics. Huh.
This,
Mom said, tapping the top of the file with a perfectly manicured index finger, is the last loose end. This is the one we didn't finish.
She looked at me and smiled. You are going to finish it.
But who put all this together? The Council doesn't exist anymore.
I flipped through the pages. And there's some very recent intel in here.
Some of the Bombays apparently couldn't let the work go. It wasn't anything new. My great-great grandmother died taking out her last assignment at the ripe old age of ninety-eight years old. She refused to retire. It happens.
Mom waved me off breezily. Oh, Carolina, Pete, Georgia, and I never felt right about disbanding the business leaving this one thing undone. This assignment has been on the radar for decades—it just never got pushed all the way through. We wanted to tie up this last loose end. That's all.
The Bombay Council consisted of the elders in the family and their generation of siblings and cousins. My mom's generation had been in charge before we retired—handing down assignments to me and my cousins.
I looked back down on the file. It was tempting. Terribly tempting. There wasn't a Bombay alive who hadn't wanted this one, plum assignment. But it never came up. Not in our parents' lifetime or ours. If I had to guess, I'd say it was a backburner gig that hadn't been completely pushed through. Kind of a someday
assignment. We didn't have the full authority to act, so it waited. Now with the Bombays retired, I guess it was the last loose end. And here it was in simple black and white. It was the hit of the millennia, and it had come to me.
I looked up to see Mom had gone. She kind of did that a lot. The cassowaries were back, looking from the book to me expectantly.
We're done for the day boys. Come on, let's get some food.
I looked at the birds, who merely squawked. Hrothgar looked at me meaningfully. I took that to mean it was dinner time. I handed over a big container of kiwis, and