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    Death By Chocolate: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery, #6
    Death By Chocolate: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery, #6
    Death By Chocolate: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery, #6
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    Death By Chocolate: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery, #6

    By Abigail Keam

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    Josiah Reynolds is tracking down the disappearance of an old friend's son. But while she is chasing a missing person, O'nan is hot on Josiah's trail chasing her. And he is threatening, conniving, and blackmailing others to help destroy the woman he thinks ruined his life.  

    Or will Josiah outwit him as she has always done? 

    One thing is for sure . . . when Josiah and Onan clash at the Cumberland Falls, one of them will die. As Josiah always says - there is justice and then there is Kentucky justice.  

    Will Josiah survive the thundering waters of the Cumberland Falls, or will Onan finally push our brave Josiah over the Falls to meet her maker?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAbigail Keam
    Release dateDec 14, 2013
    ISBN9780989374552
    Death By Chocolate: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery, #6
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    Abigail Keam

    Abigail Keam is an award-winning and Amazon best-selling author who writes the Mona Moon Mysteries—1930s rags to riches mystery series, which takes place on a Bluegrass horse farm. She also writes the Josiah Reynolds Mystery Series about a Southern beekeeper turned amateur female sleuth living in a mid-century home on the Palisades cliffs in the Bluegrass. She is also an award-winning beekeeper who has won 16 honey awards at the Kentucky State Fair including the Barbara Horn Award, which is given to beekeepers who rate a perfect 100 in a honey competition. She currently lives on the Palisades bordering the Kentucky River in a metal house with her husband and various critters. She still has honeybees. AWARDS 2010 Gold Medal Award from Readers' Favorite for Death By A HoneyBee 2011 Gold Medal Award from Readers' Favorite for Death By Drowning 2011 USA BOOK NEWS-Best Books List of 2011 as a Finalist for Death By Drowning 2011 USA BOOK NEWS-Best Books List of 2011 as a Finalist for Death By A HoneyBee 2017 Finalist from Readers' Favorite for Death By Design 2019 Honorable Mention from Readers' Favorite for Death By Stalking 2019 Murder Under A Blue Moon voted top ten mystery reads by Kings River Life Magazine 2020 Finalist from Readers' Favorite for Murder Under A Blue Moon 2020 Imadjinn Award for Best Mystery for Death By Stalking www.abigailkeam.com [email protected] https://www.facebook.com/AbigailKeam https://instagram.com/AbigailKeam https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCThdrO8pCPN6JfTM9c857JA

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      Death By Chocolate - Abigail Keam

      Books By Abigail Keam

      Josiah Reynolds Mysteries

      Death By A HoneyBee I

      Death By Drowning II

      Death By Bridle III

      Death By Bourbon IV

      Death By Lotto V

      Death By Chocolate VI

      Death By Haunting VII

      Death By Derby VIII

      Death By Design IX

      Death By Malice X

      Death By Drama XI

      Death By Stalking XII

      Death By Deceit XIII

      Death By Magic XIV

      Death By Shock XV

      Death By Chance XVI

      The Mona Moon Mystery Series

      Murder Under A Blue Moon I

      Murder Under A Blood Moon II

      Murder Under A Bad Moon III

      Murder Under A Silver Moon IV

      Murder Under A Wolf Moon V

      Murder Under A Black Moon VI

      Murder Under A Full Moon VII

      Murder Under A New Moon VIII

      Last Chance For Love Romance Series

      Last Chance Motel I

      Gasping For Air II

      The Siren’s Call III

      Hard Landing IV

      The Mermaid’s Carol V

      Map

      Preface

      Walter Neff was nursing a drink at Al’s Bar on the corner of Sixth and Limestone. He intended to do more than nurse it. He intended to get stinking drunk. Neff was bitter. He was bitter because he had been cheated out of millions by a dame he liked. It was hard to lose the money, but the money and the woman both? It made him feel like a chump. Neff hated to come up empty.

      His mind raced with a thousand schemes. The money was lost, but maybe he could still have the dame. It was worth a shot.

      Anger and jealousy gnawed at him. He knew deep in his heart that the woman was out of his reach.

      Neff slammed the bar countertop in frustration with his fist.

      Whoa there, partner, drawled a handsome blonde-haired man. He looked like Tab Hunter. Got problems?

      "None of your business, pard-nar," sneered Neff.

      That’s where you’re wrong.

      Neff swiveled to get a good look at his companion. What makes you say so?

      I would say that we have mutual friends. Perhaps mutual experiences as well?

      Sure we do, buddy. Neff turned back on his stool and took another sip of his drink.

      The blonde man leaned in closer. I’m very serious. I’m always serious with people who have been burned by a certain redhead.

      Neff faced the younger man and wavered for a moment. Okay. I’ll throw caution to the wind. What’s your pitch?

      I know that a woman with red hair and green eyes cost you millions of dollars. Money that is now being wasted on Lexington’s terminally down and out.

      How do you know that?

      I make it my business to know. Let’s just say I’ve had previous experiences with the lady in question.

      Neff squinted while tapping his forehead. His mind was fuzzy, but still worked when he concentrated. I know who you are. You’re that loser who went crazy and tried to kill her.

      If I’m a loser, so are you. Perhaps you would like to discuss how to become a winner. You know, revenge is a dish best served cold. I have a plan that will serve it on a platter. Would you like to hear it?

      Neff hesitated for a moment, but his anger was stronger than his common sense. Let’s talk where there ain’t so many ears.

      That’s all right with me. By the way, my name is O’Nan. Fred O’Nan.

      Neff shook his hand. I have the feeling that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

      So do I, cooed O’Nan, studying Neff like a wildcat does a careless rabbit. So do I.

      Prologue

      In a corner booth at Al’s Bar sat a young woman with short ash blonde hair. She was preening in a compact mirror while powdering her nose, which drew attention from the gadget resembling a smart phone recording O’Nan and Neff.

      When O’Nan and Neff left the bar together, the woman nodded to two men sitting at the bar.

      Taking their cue, they sauntered out into the street and followed the pair. Another man immediately scooted into the booth with the woman. Put eyes and ears in both their apartments. I want each room bugged. Make sure you tag their cars as well, she ordered.

      Sure thing, Asa. Cars are already booted, he said in a thick Cockney accent.

      Asa frowned at the use of her name. Her tone turned very chilly. I want their every movement tracked.

      Getting the message, the man reminded her, This is gonna cost a bundle.

      Don’t worry about the money. I’ll take care of everyone. Just do your best.

      Yes, ma’am.

      You’ve seen O’Nan’s psychological profile. If it were your mother, what would you do?

      He would already have been neutralized. Made it look like a car accident, ma’am.

      Asa nodded in agreement. She wasn’t ruling that option out.

      She threw a twenty on the table and left with her employee. Outside they parted. Asa got into a black SUV with government tags and pulled off her wig. Take me home, she said to the driver.

      To the airport?

      Sorry, no. Take me home to the Butterfly. I need to see my mother. Before the SUV could take off, the back door was wrenched open.

      What are you doing, Asa? asked Officer Kelly, leaning in. I was sitting in the back watching you watching O’Nan. Don’t do anything stupid. The city would love to see your mother trip up so they don’t have to pay her the rest of the settlement. And don’t think they don’t know you’re here. There were three other cops at Al’s Bar tonight.

      I must be getting sloppy, admitted Asa. She smiled sweetly at him.

      Kelly’s eyes grew soft. Asa. Asa.

      Asa leaned forward and kissed Kelly, holding onto him tightly.

      He passionately returned her kiss, winding his arms about her. Asa pulled Kelly into the back seat and mouthed to her driver—GO!

      Where’re we going? asked a bewildered Kelly.

      Shut up, replied Asa tenderly. Just shut up and kiss me.

      1

      Lincoln Todd and I were hulling black walnuts for a wedding cake when someone began banging on the front door and ringing the doorbell. My heart jumped into my throat. I told Linc to take Baby to my bedroom and lock the steel door. He was not to come out until his grandmother, Eunice, told him it was okay.

      Linc, thrilled at the prospect of danger, did what he was told with relish.

      Baby, thrilled at the prospect of being with Linc, did what the boy commanded and followed happily, especially when Linc promised a treat.

      Turning my attention to the front door, I watched Eunice hurry to the security monitors. In addition to the monitors, I had had several panic buttons installed in the house and was sitting next to one, ready to press it, when Eunice exclaimed, Why it’s Ginny Wheelwright! She looks fit to be tied. You want me to tell her you’re home?

      She must have news about her boy, I replied. Let her in, by all means.

      Eunice had barely opened the steel double doors when Ginny barged around her.

      Josiah. Josiah! she called, looking in the kitchen.

      I’m over here.

      Ginny looked a mess. Her face was blotchy and her one good eye was red from crying. To make her look totally alien, her glass eye had flipped over, showing only the gold side, but then would flip again when she twitched.

      I guess my face showed astonishment at her appearance.

      I know I look awful. Can’t help that.

      Ginny. They’ve found Dwight’s body?

      If only. That would give me some peace on the matter. Oh, Josiah. That wife of his has petitioned to have Dwight declared dead.

      You have to be missing seven years in order to be declared dead.

      That’s what I thought, but if she can prove extenuating circumstances, then the courts will give an earlier approval.

      What’s the rush? Dwight’s only been missing five months. Give the detectives a little longer to work the case. Dwight might be stumbling around somewhere with amnesia. It’s been known to happen.

      That’s what I said, but she said she wanted to get on with her life.

      Her childhood sweetheart goes missing for only five months and she wants to forget him so soon?

      My sentiments, exactly. I think it’s awfully cold.

      What else did she say?

      She told me to mind my own business. Ginny began crying again. My son is my business. Where is he, Josiah? Where can my baby be?

      Ginny blew her nose with a used tissue and then continued lamenting, And that business partner of his, Castillo Webb, has moved all of Dwight’s things out of his office. He just packed them up and took Dwight’s things over to Selena. Then she took his things to Goodwill. It’s like they both are trying to erase my boy.

      Eunice brought a tray of coffee, tea, cookies, and a fresh box of tissues. Then she discreetly vamoosed into my office with Linc, giving Ginny some privacy.

      I’m not a touchy-feely person. I’m not given to hugs or kisses, but I did reach out and pat Ginny’s hand.

      Ginny grabbed it and tugged. Ya gotta help me, Jo. The investigation’s going nowhere.

      Shaking my head, I said, NOOO! I’m not going to get involved with issues like this anymore.

      This isn’t some issue. This is my boy who used to play with your girl right there on that patio. You babysat him. You cooked for him.

      I tried to pull away.

      When Asa went to trial, who was there for you? Me. When Brannon left, so did most of your friends, but I stuck by you. Now it’s payback time. You gotta help me.

      Jumping Jehoshaphat!

      Why did I have to stick my hand out to her? I was in no shape physically or emotionally to solve another mystery. That’s what police and shamuses were for. I should have thrown Ginny out right then and there.

      Instead, I asked, What do you want me to do?

      2

      My name is Josiah Reynolds.

      I’ve worked hard all my life. I was a tenured art history professor at the University of Kentucky until I took up beekeeping. It wasn’t that I wanted to retire from teaching. I loved it, but my personal life got in the way. Mainly I was chased out by the constant gossiping in the office after my husband left me for a younger woman, and colleagues stabbing me in the back when I was a candidate for the Department Chair’s position.

      I hate office politics. Good riddance was what I said as I turned in my resignation. I didn’t have to put up with those jerks’ smug knowing looks or cruel remarks—just loud enough for me to hear. Screw them!

      Bees are how I make my living now—if that is what you can call it. They are much more civil creatures. The honeybees just want to collect their nectar. They don’t have a backstory. They don’t bring baggage to work. Their only agenda is to make lovely golden honey.

      Every Saturday, I sell their honey at the farmers’ market. I have other sources of income. I rent out my house, the Butterfly, for tours and weddings, which makes a tidy little profit for me now. I also board horses, mainly racing Thoroughbreds. That money goes back into the farm.

      My vices are flower arrangements, having my hair done every so often, and my animals. I love animals. I have sheep, a couple of goats, llamas, peacocks, two rescue racehorses, numerous barn cats, and one mangy, lazy, and slobbery English Mastiff named Baby.

      I live in a large iconic house called the Butterfly because its second roof looks like wings from a distance. It is a modern-style house that was an experiment in complete sustainable living from the cradle-to-the-grave. There are no steps in the house and the hallways are extremely wide. The entire back of the house is bulletproof glass overlooking the Kentucky River. The bulletproof glass was installed to protect the residents, mainly me, from stray bullets shot across the Kentucky River by drunken deer hunters. The house sits on a cliff overlooking the Kentucky River. This area is called the Palisades, which is one of the most fragile and sensitive environments in the world. I do everything I can to protect it, but it seems everyone from developers to the Kentucky Department of Transportation wants to destroy one of the great wonders of the world.

      Greedy moneymen can’t wait to get their hands on a failing horse farm so they can turn it into a tacky little subdivision. It’s like the devil is pushing folks out of one of the last paradises on earth so another strip mall can be built.

      Speaking of the devil, last year I had an accident. Accident—hell! I was thrown off the cliff at my house by a cop who hated me. Anyway, that’s another story.

      While I recovered in Key West, my daughter, Asa, along with my best friend, Matt, had the entire estate upgraded. Things had gotten a little shabby after my husband left and took our money with him. I guess he figured that if he had already stabbed me, he might as well gut me, too. That’s in the figurative sense. Anyway, he died of a heart attack leaving me with nothing but a headache. His girlfriend, Ellen Boudreaux, thinks their child should have some sort of legal interest in the Butterfly, as it was Brannon’s masterpiece. Actually, it was my idea and design. He just built it. His specialty was the restoration of antebellum homes. I guess Ellen thinks that since she got my money, some of my couture dresses, and my best jewelry, she should have the roof over my head as well. She threatens all the time to take me to court. Well, get on with it, girl is what I say.

      But I don’t want to talk about Brannon. I get riled up just thinking about him. It was with our daughter, Asa, that I currently was having a hissy fit. We were having a discussion in the great room. No, it was more like an argument.

      You simply must not see Kelly anymore, I demanded.

      I don’t think that is going to happen, Mother.

      I held out my hands. Asa, he has a wife and two young children to consider. He loves his wife.

      He loves me, too.

      If you loved Kelly, you would not make him choose between you and his family. You could have had him, but you left him high and dry after high school without even saying goodbye. Since then he has made a life, and you shouldn’t break that up.

      So, because I made a mistake when I was young, I should suffer the rest of my life? He should suffer?

      There are other people to consider now.

      Lots of people get divorced who have children, and they get on with their lives.

      But Kelly is happily married. There is no reason for a divorce.

      He will be happily divorced then.

      Oh, Asa, how can you be so selfish? This is not a game.

      I’ve done nothing but sacrifice my whole life. I had a career, but that was taken from me. I did the right thing, but got hammered for it. Now I want what I want. I’m tired of being left empty-handed.

      If you force Kelly to forsake his family, he will eventually resent you. After the thrill of being with you wears off, he will feel guilty and go home. You will be heartbroken and alone. This is not right for either of you. No happiness will come from this.

      What about your affair with Jake? He was married, retorted Asa.

      That was not the same thing at all. Jake didn’t know he was still married. He thought he was divorced and, Miss Know-It-All, his wife had been cheating on him. He wanted a divorce. I was getting angry because hearing Jake’s name made me sad. Don’t bring up Jake. You don’t know what you’re talking about, but look at what happened. As soon as his wife got sick, he ran home. Both Jake and Kelly are honorable men, and they will do the honorable thing in the long run.

      "I’ll take my

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