March Street Murder: March Street Cozy Mysteries, #1
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Welcome to the March Street Cafe. My name's Kelly, and I'll be your server today.
I think I've said those words a hundred times. But I'm more than just a server.
I'm a painter. In fact, a few of my paintings hang on the wall in the March Street Cafe.
I'm a dog-lover. I walk Buddy the bulldog every morning and every night, even though he never obeys my commands.
I'm a granddaughter. I live with my Grandma Iris, taking care of her and Buddy after she had a fall.
And now, I'm a woman trying to solve a murder.
March Street Murder is book 1 in the March Street Cozy Mysteries.
Estelle Richards
Estelle Richards lives in the desert and writes cozy mystery. Find out more at estellerichards.com
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March Street Murder - Estelle Richards
Chapter 1
I was in the middle of the dinner shift when the front door of the cafe flew open and banged on the wall. At the host stand Jeffrey, the cafe’s owner, flinched, and I knew he was immediately calculating the cost of any damage to the plaster and paint.
Blair Orion, a tall man who’d once been handsome, stomped in and thrust a finger at Jeffrey.
Where is he?
Blair yelled. Is that coward hiding out in here? Does he think he can avoid me forever? Does he think he can hide behind that chippie he hired and never have to face me like a man?
Jeffrey murmured something too quiet for me to hear.
Kerwin!
Blair yelled, pushing past Jeffrey to glare around the cafe at the surprised late dinner crowd. Kerwin Phillips, I will find you, and you’ll be sorry!
The room went silent while everyone seemed to hold their breath all at once. Blair gave another menacing glare and stomped back out the front door, banging it against the wall again. Everyone let their breath out and the noise level rose to its usual clatter of dishes and hum of conversation. I picked my way over to the host stand.
What was that all about?
I whispered to Jeffrey.
You know Blair. Something about the art festival, I imagine.
I did know Blair. He was a painter, and the possessor of a giant ego. I’m a painter too, but only carry the minimum required level of ego. Waiting tables for a living helps with keeping the ego in check. Blair had been fairly well-regarded at one time, but his star had fallen in the last decade or two. He’d been one of the strongest voices in favor of the town’s new summer art festival.
I went back to work, and the last couple hours of the dinner shift sped by. The March Street Cafe, where I wait tables, is a darling little place with a French motif. There is a patio out front with tiny wrought iron tables for two, and the interior is full of fleurs de lis, French flags, and local art on the walls. A couple of my own paintings grace these walls, which goes a long way toward putting up with the cheapness and stinginess of the owner.
After the last customers left and I bussed their tables, I took a moment to stretch my back before sliding the dirty dishes into the soapy water. The cook was supposed to stay and wash up, but somehow Ricardo always slipped out the door and left me to do it. In a way it was better, because then at least I didn’t have to listen to his comments about my body. Putting up with Ricardo is another thing that having my paintings on display helps with.
I did the dishes as fast as I could, and then did a once around the kitchen with a cloth to clean and polish. Something seemed slightly off by the chef station; maybe Ricardo had changed up his knife arrangement. I gave the area one last swipe with the cloth and tossed the cloth in the bleach bucket.
I wiped my hands on my apron and hoisted two heavy trash bags, doing my best to ignore how the delicious smells of the day’s menu had turned into a stinky melange of garbage.
Looks good in here, Kelly,
Jeffrey said. Take those out and you’re done for the night.
I nodded and shoved the door to the alley open, my mind already on the night ahead. I’d rush home to Grandma Iris’s house and make sure she was comfortably tucked into bed, then take Buddy, her bulldog, for his nightly walk. Only after that could I take the time to shower off the day’s grease and grit and get a little sleep.
I stepped toward the dumpster. The alley was darker than usual. The light outside the back door was usually on, lighting things nicely, but tonight the alley was dark. I stepped inside and flipped the light switch. Nothing. It had been out last week too. I shook my head at Jeffrey’s cheapness, to buy light bulbs that didn’t even last a week rather than something better.
No matter, I knew the way to the dumpster. It was right between the back door of the cafe and the back door of the gallery next door.
I took another step and my foot caught on something. I tried to use the trash bags for balance, but it was no good. I tripped and fell forward, landing on something warm and squishy. My knee hurt, but it felt like just a bruise. The palms of my hands stung from catching my fall. But what on earth had I tripped on?
The moon came out and I saw