Estate of Despairs
By Patti Larsen
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A Halloween gathering, an unwelcome guest and murder!
Persephone rides to the rescue when her daughter, Calliope, asks her to help with the growing issues she’s been having with her girlfriend, Thalia Vesterville. But when the Halloween party the girls are hosting at the estate is interrupted by an unwelcome guest, Persephone shifts from therapist mode to protective mother. And when she finds a dead body, she has even more trouble on her hands when the sheriff decides Calliope is a suspect.
Can she clear her daughter’s name before the killer gets away with murder? Find out in Estate of Despairs, book three of the Persephone Pringle Cozy Mysteries!
Don’t miss a single volume:
Mind Your Own Murder
Urn Your Keep
Coffee, Tea or Murder Me
Better Bones and Gardens
Dead Over Heels for You
Estate of Despairs
Patti Larsen
About me, huh? Well, my official bio reads like this: Patti Larsen is a multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in her head. But that sounds so freaking formal, doesn’t it? I’m a storyteller who hears character's demands so loudly I have to write them down. I love the idea of sports even though sports hate me. I’ve dabbled in everything from improv theater to film making and writing TV shows, singing in an all girl band to running my own hair salon.But always, always, writing books calls me home.I’ve had my sights set on world literary domination for a while now. Which means getting my books out there, to you, my darling readers. It’s the coolest thing ever, this job of mine, being able to tell stories I love, only to see them all shiny and happy in your hands... thank you for reading.As for the rest of it, I’m short (permanent), slightly round (changeable) and blonde (for ever and ever). I love to talk one on one about the deepest topics and can’t seem to stop seeing the big picture. I happily live on Prince Edward Island, Canada, home to Anne of Green Gables and the most beautiful red beaches in the world, with my pug overlord and overlady, six lazy cats and Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.
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Estate of Despairs - Patti Larsen
Estate of Despairs
Book Six: Persephone Pringle Cozy Mysteries
Smashwords Edition
© Patti Larsen 2021
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Chapter One
Trick or treat!
The adorable space alien held out his green bucket, the DIY mask with the giant eyes lopsided on his little face, full body suit rolled up at the wrists and ankles, clearly meant for someone bigger. Not that it mattered a little bit, mind you. I offered up my best cackle, the orange light bulb I’d installed over the entry reflecting on the excessive and glamorous makeup I’d used to enhance the elegant eyeliner and massive lashes (don’t forget a bucketload of sparkles and deep pink lips). I fluttered said lashes while dumping a handful of candy into his already half-full bucket. Thank you!
He spun and ran back down the walk to the street, his mother waving at me as I waved back, barely closing the door to refill my stash when the doorbell rang again.
I adjusted my giant, black witch’s hat in the hall mirror before opening the door with an enthusiastic, Happy Halloween!
for my newest spooks. Two picture-perfect princesses in their fluffy gowns and sparkling tiaras chimed in tandem.
Trick or treat!
More treats changed hands while their parents waited at the gate, friendly waves returned when the twins pranced their way to carry on their treasure hunt.
Belladonna chirped from behind the closed kitchen door, and I knew I’d suffer horribly for locking her away for the evening. Thing was, despite the cutesy unicorn costume I’d bought her, she not only refused to wear it, she hated her harness. Since she loved to escape and did so at the least convenient times, it was either trap her in the house or spend the night looking for her instead of handing out treats.
It’s almost 8PM,
I called out to her, tugging unceremoniously on my pink and black striped tights before smoothing the short, excessive crinoline skirt I’d added over them under the black velvet corset and short velvet cape. My time in the gym and strict no-carb eating had finally pushed me into the realm of feeling kind of hot and almost to my goal so I took a vain moment to admire myself—and my blonde bob wig—in the mirror with a faint giggle I couldn’t suppress.
Honestly, I needed to grow up. But who wanted to when life was this fun?
Two more rings and the night was over, Wallace’s town curfew sending the kids home to gorge on chocolate and pass out in a sugar coma while their parents secreted the rest away (or ate them themselves—hey, guilty once upon a time). I sadly turned out the light, shedding my hat as I opened the door to the house, Belladonna yowling her frustration at me in one long and clearly planned out yodel of her discontent.
Yes, please,
I said, striding past her in my witchy button-up boots. Sing me the song of your angst. I’m all ears.
She followed me into the kitchen, hopping up on the counter, continuing to mutter and crank until I opened her a can of tuna.
Funny how little it takes,
I said, slipping out of one of the mesh gloves I wore to stroke her fur, and all’s forgiven.
She purred her happiness, though I was positive this was only a momentary truce. She’d find a way to make sure I understood the error of my ways and how terrible a human I was.
I leaned on the counter, staring at the clock, a little sad Halloween was, for all intents and purposes, over for me. My efforts to recruit anyone to come with me to the dance party going on at the local hall were met with a chorus of denials from all corners, including, to my surprise, my mother and her husband, Ralph.
Only because they had plans. We’re off to Portland for the zombie walk,
Mom told me, giggling as she backhanded Ralph in the arm, her favorite gesture of endearment. We learned that zombie dance, you know the one I mean?
Of course, she had, the popular pop song about Halloween all the rage no matter how old it was. Did you want to come, honey?
I’d turned her down, deciding maybe getting dressed up and going out was past its expiry date for me and I’d be much happier spending a quiet night with Belladonna.
Right. Because it was only my favorite thing in the whole world to dress up, go out and dance at every opportunity. Add in the chance to be whoever I wanted for a night?
Oh well, sweet girl,
I said as Belladonna finished her tuna, still purring. Silly to stand here dressed like this and feel sorry for myself.
I’d considered buying a ticket and going to the dance solo, except nothing was sadder than the one lone divorcee on the dancefloor surrounded by couples.
Not a good reason to have a boyfriend or anything, but there were times in the last year I contemplated dating just so I’d have someone to go to events with.
My phone buzzed, a text coming in. I checked it immediately, anything to distract me from the self-pity I seemed to have fallen into. Hey, Mom. Weird for Calliope to just send a short greeting like that. Hard not to feel hope in the shadow of my poor me moment since the girls were hosting a party themselves at Vesterville House. Only the perfect venue for such a party. While I wasn’t a fan of the towering pile of stone and icy coldness that was Thalia Vesterville’s ancestral home, at least it was good for something one night a year.
Bring on the creep factor. Vesterville House had it in spades.
Of course, they’d invited me, sweet of them do to so. I’d turned them down, though, because sadder than a lone chick at a couple’s event? A cougar at a twentysomething party. Yeah, as much as it would have been a blast, (and it would) I couldn’t bring myself to hang out with kids half my age (and less), whether my daughter and her girlfriend asked me to come or not.
I normally didn’t care what people thought of me but, come on. Yikes. I’d either come across as a desperate old lady looking for arm candy or a chaperone.
Not in this lifetime, Persephone Pringle.
Hi, sweetie, I sent. Need something for the party? So desperate, really. But no one could judge me for just picking up a few things for them and dropping them off and staying for one drink and maybe dancing a little… right?
Pathetic.
You know how you said if I thought it was time Lia needed help? Okay, yikes. That I wasn’t expecting. Thalia had been showing classic signs of depression for over two months now, and though I’d offered in the past to help (not directly, if she wanted to talk to someone else, even), Calliope and her need for privacy after a lifetime of being watched by her FBI agent father and therapy Mom’d by yours truly, put her foot down and pretty much cut both of us out of her decision-making process. Which was totally fair, except, of course, that meant endless worry for Thalia and her state of mental health.
Things had seemed to improve since they’d opted for a cross-country train ride in September before renting a car and driving back. Thalia even seemed almost back to herself, and I’d thought this party meant she was continuing to feel better. I should have realized, though, since I saw her so rarely these days, that her issues wouldn’t be so readily resolved.
I’d backed off, but was it the right choice? Apparently not. No guilt about it or anything.
What do you need, Callie? I left that question hanging, held my breath, wished she’d hurry and reply as my anxiety decided to take control and set me pacing across the kitchen and back, my boots clicking on the tile floor.
Can you come? The only way Calliope would ask was if something had happened, something that scared her or pushed her through her need to live her own life into panic.
She only had to ask. On my way.
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Chapter Two
I was half expecting the influx of guests to have begun, forgetting that anyone under the age of thirty didn’t call 8ish PM party time. When did I get old again? While fifty-one honestly felt like twenty-five, certain things just didn’t function the same. Like bedtime.
Yup. Old. Get over it.
The fact the youngsters (snort) disagreed with my internal clock meant hopefully I’d arrived in time to be of assistance, at least. My choice to leave Belladonna home still had me doubting, knowing how much Thalia loved her and took comfort from her presence. But with all those potential people doing the in-and-out thing, I knew the cat would take full advantage of the opportunity to skedaddle when the whim took her. Thalia’s staff had already proven unable to restrain the floof from having her own way and choosing one of the myriad exits from the giant mansion into the gardens beyond. Having to worry about Belladonna would take away from my real reason for being here. I wanted (and needed, quite frankly) to focus on the girls, not chasing that silly fluff creature across Vesterville Estate in the dark while swearing at her and wishing I’d left her home.
Sorry, Bella.
I parked off to the side, knowing the circular drive would be packed with cars over the next few hours, hoping to keep my SUV in the clear so I could make a getaway once things wound up. If they wound up. I’d grabbed my hat if only to disguise the reason I was really there because in balance between exposing Thalia and struggling with looking like a cougar? You better believe I chose my second