Murder in the Art Gallery: Pet Portraits Cozy Mysteries, #1
By Sandi Scott
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Georgie Kaye lives every day as if it were a gift, because to her it is. She beat cancer, against all predictions, and is following her life's dream to draw portraits of the fur babies of the world.
When Georgie and her twin sister Aleta arrive at an art gallery that wants to show Georgie's work, they schmooze with donors, charm the artists, and overindulge at the sweets table.
Everything is working perfectly in their favor, until an owner of the gallery is killed.
Georgie must help solve the mystery before the opportunity to have her first art show disappears.
Working with Aleta and her detective ex-husband Stan, Georgie sleuths her way to the answers, running into unexpected twists along the way.
This is Book 1 in a brand new series, Pet Portraits Cozy Mysteries, and includes recipes!
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Murder in the Art Gallery - Sandi Scott
Murder in the
Art Gallery
A Pet Portraits Cozy Mystery
Book 1
Sandi Scott
Copyright © 2017 Sandi Scott and Gratice Press
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
For permission requests, write to the publisher, addressed Attention: Permissions Coordinator,
at Sandi@SandiScottBooks.com
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction
Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Dedication
For Patrick & Halia:
the two perfect companions for life and ever after.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Letter from the Author
About the Book Cover
Preview: Murder on the Great Lake
Preview: Crêpe Murder
Recipe: Deep Chocolate Pound Cake
Recipe: Chouquettes
Recipe: Chocolatini (Chocolate Martini)
All books by Sandi Scott
Chapter 1
The Kaye twins, in their mid-60s and still fighting over who was older, pulled up to the entrance of the Wyland Art Gallery for the opening of the gallery’s first international artist, and to meet with the owner. It was a cool fall evening in the Wicker Park neighborhood of Chicago and Georgie, an artist and the older of the two, had insisted on driving.
The driver’s side door of her orange Volkswagen Bug opened with a spine-shivering squeal. Georgie saw her sister cringe and then looked at the crowd of people who had turned around to look at them.
You know I love to make an entrance,
Georgie said. Good ol’ Pablo always comes in handy for that.
Get Pablo some WD-40 for the door hinges,
Aleta Kaye scolded. I don’t know why you didn’t let me drive. My Mercedes has air conditioning.
She opened her door on the passenger side, holding her breath in anticipation of another screech. She let out a slight sigh when there was just a burp of a squeak.
This is so exciting!
Georgie ignored her sister’s instructions as she usually did. The one and only Nate Stephenson might just give me my own show. I hope I get enough time to talk to him tonight.
Quickly Georgie checked her bright red lipstick in the side view mirror and while fumbling through her huge satchel purse, she gave her wrists a quick squirt of Jungle Gardenia perfume then rubbed them against her neck.
Well, the crowd looks colorful,
said Aleta. At least their tattoos and pink hair. I’ve never seen so many people wearing all black other than a funeral.
You act like you’ve never been to an art gallery show with me.
Georgie slipped her arm through her sister’s and began leading her toward the gallery entrance. You wouldn’t come if you didn’t enjoy it. Heaven knows there is no such thing as forcing Aleta Kaye to do anything she doesn’t want to.
Aleta looked at her sister and rolled her eyes.
I know you secretly love it. This way you get to enjoy the freedom, the risk, the adventure of being an artist without getting your frock dirty.
Georgie gave her sister a playful bump with her hip.
Aleta hmphed, I have to ask because my impressionable adult daughter seems to think her Aunt Georgie is a fashion icon. What do you call this ... this ensemble you’re wearing?
It’s called Lagenlook.
Georgie gushed as if she were wearing the Hope Diamond on her finger. It means something like many layers. But the idea is free-flowing fabrics.
Lagenlook.
Aleta shook her head. Looking back at her sister, she began to giggle herself. Well, it certainly looks comfortable.
It is. Besides, at sixty-six years old what do I care what anyone thinks of my clothes? I’m too old to care but young enough to still express myself. There aren’t many people who would wear black and hot pink at our age, yet here I am and loving every minute of it!
Georgie shimmied her shoulders making Aleta laugh aloud.
They took a few steps in silence before Georgie stopped, shaking her head.
Don’t do it, Aleta,
she ordered.
Do what?
I know what that sudden silence means, and you need to stop. My cancer isn’t coming back.
I know but it was just three short years ago.
Aleta’s voice cracked.
Georgie stopped walking, turned toward her sister and held her at arm’s length. If you are going to live life looking backward you can spend the evening with Pablo.
Georgie squeezed her sister’s arms. Now, I’m the older of us two and...
I’m sorry, Georgie.
Aleta shook her head and took a deep breath. I just don’t know what I’d do without you.
Georgie smiled and pulled her sister into a tight hug. I love you too, Aleta.
Aleta pulled back, wiping away a tear, careful not to smudge her mascara. Let’s talk about something else—like how amazing it will be when Nate Stephenson gives you your own exhibit here!
Georgie blushed. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Nate just said in the voicemail that he saw my pet portraits at Earwax Coffeehouse and wanted to connect tonight.
Aleta dabbed at the corner of her eye and then put her arm around her sister’s waist, pulling her toward the gallery. Then let’s go connect!
WYLAND ART GALLERY was located on the second floor of a three-story loft building. The first floor was a privately-owned studio that rented spaces to local artists.
Otto Reinholt, an eccentric local philanthropist, rented the top floor. Georgie knew the gossip about the short man with gray hair and a handlebar mustache. Once or twice a month neighbors saw him letting himself in and out of the loft. He never had any visitors or let anyone see inside his place. Despite these eccentricities, people said he was pleasant enough.
Is this building haunted?
Aleta asked as she followed her sister up a poorly lit flight of stairs.
Wouldn’t that be great? I don’t know. But now I must ask.
Georgie looked around while carefully holding on to the handrail.
There was a mellow thump-thump-thump of some chill techno music coming from the second floor. A heavy door that looked like the entrance to a bank vault stood slightly ajar.
Is that in violation of the fire code?
Aleta pointed to the impressive door.
Would you quit nitpicking?
Georgie scolded. Did you have anything even remotely this exciting to do tonight that you are missing? No. I didn’t think so.
Carefully, the sisters reached the landing and peeked inside. The door swung open surprisingly easy and as they stepped inside an insanely tall receptionist stood behind the semi-circular desk and studied them with sleepy eyes.
Name?
she purred. Her skin was the color of black coffee and her lips glowed a shimmery pink.
Hello. I’m Georgie Kaye and this is my plus one.
Georgie reached up to adjust her hat. The receptionist scanned a clipboard of names, flipping to the very last page.
Without any expression on her face, she checked off their names and gave them each a black wristband.
Enjoy.
Thank you.
Georgie smiled. Could you tell me where I can find Nate Stephenson?
The receptionist flung her long, straight, black hair behind her, looked over her shoulder and pointed to a tall, blond man wearing jeans with exceptionally pointy cowboy boots.
That’s him with the red scarf?
Georgie confirmed.
The receptionist nodded.
He looks fairly normal,
Aleta joked as she slipped her arm through Georgie’s. That’s more than I can say for these sculptures.
She looked down her nose at a barstool with a mound of clay on it.
I know modern art isn’t always easy to embrace.
Georgie patted her sister’s arm. I’m certainly more of a fan of the Great Masters, myself. I’m sure the only person who could see fault in Michelangelo’s David is Michelangelo, himself. But that doesn’t mean these weird interpretations aren’t worth something.
A young man with a goth dye job, wearing black pants and a black button-down shirt held a silver platter with tall champagne glasses up to Georgie and Aleta without saying a word. They thanked him as they each took a glass.
I’m sorry, sis, but this looks like poop on a barstool,
Aleta whispered.
Okay, I can’t argue with you about that one,
Georgie conceded. Let’s look at the other works. I think there are two artists featured. If I remember right, the other one works in oils.
They slowly meandered through the huge loft space. Displaced sections of wall broke up the room into a kind of maze leading the art-goers in different directions forcing them to mingle and make eye contact.
Now, this I kind of like,
Aleta admitted as she stood in front of a huge canvas. I like the colors and how the black splits them up.
Just then, a tall man in an ivory linen suit came up and stood next to them. He smiled broadly and raised his champagne flute.
Ladies, welcome.
He had short cut black curly hair and skin the color of caramel. I hope you are having a good time.
Well, yes. My sister Aleta was just admiring the painting here.
The man turned to look at the painting, gave it a cursory glance, and turned back to the sisters. To be honest, I’m here mostly for the good company. The art is.... artistic, but I wouldn’t know a great painting from one done by my 5-year-old nephew. I just don’t have the eye.
Well, what does this one make you think of?
Georgie asked, pointing to the painting.
The man looked again at the painting and really considered it for a few seconds.
It reminds me of rush-hour traffic from God’s point of view.
He raised his champagne glass. And makes me happy I’m not stuck in it.
Both sisters laughed and raised their glasses.
Even that thought gives this piece value. It made you see something from a completely new perspective.
Georgie tipped her champagne glass back to sip the tart, bubbly liquid. That reminds me of something the worst teacher I’d ever had in art school said about the purpose of art.
Oh, so you’re an artist?
asked the man.
Yes, I paint portraits, mostly.
And you,
said the man, nodding in Aleta’s direction. Are you an artist too?
Hardly,
said Aleta. I’ll take a spreadsheet over a canvas any day.
Now that’s my kind of girl,
said the man. He was easily 30 years younger than the sisters were but flirted with ease and charm. I’m Jamal Landry.
He shook the sisters’ hands as they introduced themselves.
Believe it or not, I own part of this place, but like you, Aleta, I’d rather look at the accounts than the art.
Well, we all have our passions, I suppose,
Georgie said.
I’ll let you ladies enjoy your evening and get back to the art.
Jamal smiled broadly and walked past the sisters to mingle with others.
Hey, where did Edward Scissorhands go with the champagne? I could use a fresh glass.
Aleta looked around but before she could spot the waiter she clutched Georgie’s arm. Look over there,
she whispered and jerked her chin to the furthest corner of the room.
How did we miss that?
Georgie gushed.
I don’t know but I can now say I am glad we came tonight. For a while there I wasn’t quite sure but now I am.
The Kaye sisters grew up calling them sweet tables, long tables stacked high and deep with dozens of miniature desserts. Over the years, as their children got married, both Georgie and Aleta let the brides-to-be plan their dream weddings. But there was no stopping them from ensuring the sweet tables would be intoxicating oases of epic sugary proportions.
Oh my. What a clever idea.
Georgie pointed to the half a dozen glass jars filled with a variety of candies that twinkled like Christmas lights.
Do you think that is lemon torte?
Aleta asked, pointing to dainty little triangles in lacy paper cups.
I’m not sure but I know these are double fudge brownies with raspberry glaze.
Georgie leaned over the table clutching her chest. She reached for a plate that was only the size of a tea cup saucer. Searching for larger plates, she shrugged her shoulders, picked up a pair of delicate silver tongs and began to load up.
Dees ates ur too mall,
Aleta whispered with her hand over her mouth.
What did you say?
Aleta swallowed, rolling her eyes and licking her lips.
These plates are too small,
Aleta said, watching her sister pop the chocolate brownie in her mouth. How do they expect anyone to enjoy all these if you can only fit two pieces on it at a time?
That’s so someone can take the leftovers home.
Georgie nodded her head as if this was a conspiracy theory she