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    Bubbly, Bicycles and Brides
    Bubbly, Bicycles and Brides
    Bubbly, Bicycles and Brides
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    Bubbly, Bicycles and Brides

    By Cate Martin

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    BUBBLY, BICYCLES AND BRIDES showcases a collection of mystery and crime stories set in Minnesota in days past.

    "Long Night's Moon" features romance and crime both, set on the first New Year's Eve after the repeal of Prohibition. In "Tillie's Big Race", a young woman training for the big time gets caught up in a bank robbery when gangsters blow through her town. "The Elopement" tells the story of a gangster's daughter on the eve of her dreaded wedding. "Dance Til You Drop" explores the world of marathon dance competitions and the poor souls willing to endure anything just for a chance at the cash prize.

    And "On a Cold Winter's Night" goes further into the past for a darker kind of Christmas story.

    Five tales of bubbly, bicycles and brides, all guaranteed to delight you.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRatatoskr Press
    Release dateDec 14, 2022
    ISBN9781958606247
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      Bubbly, Bicycles and Brides - Cate Martin

      Bubbly, Bicycles and Brides

      BUBBLY, BICYCLES AND BRIDES

      FIVE MYSTERY SHORT STORIES

      CATE MARTIN

      Ratatoskr Press

      CONTENTS

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      Long Night’s Moon

      Tillie’s Big Race

      The Elopement

      Dance Til You Drop

      On a Cold Winter’s Night

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      LONG NIGHT’S MOON

      Anna Olsen left her coat inside her father's truck even though she had parked a block away from the Schmidt mansion, and the night air was so cold it hurt to breathe. But it was iffy that her black dress with its pinned-on white collar was going to let her blend in with the kitchen staff as it was. With a coat? No way.

      So she tucked her hands under her armpits and hurried up the icy sidewalk, trying not to gawk at the gorgeous homes all around her, all lit up and filled with people gathering together to ring in 1934. She could just see the Lake of the Isles through the trees, and she knew the view out of every window at the back of the Schmidt mansion would be spectacular.

      The walkway to the front door was shoveled and ice-free, but she wasn't going to pass as the help if she went in the front door. Instead, she trudged across the pristine snow towards the back of the house. It had been a comparatively warm Christmas, warm enough to melt some of the accumulated inches of snow, but the days since had gotten colder and colder, and that half-melted snow had a top layer of ice that was sharp enough to cut like glass when her feet broke through it. Her stockings were going to be a total loss, and they were her only pair.

      Still, it was a beautiful night, the full moon made so much brighter as it reflected off of the sparkling snow. When her mother led everyone outside at midnight to bring in the new year under the stars and her sister Helen finally announced the engagement that they'd all been expecting for years and years, it was going to be like something out of a fairy tale.

      But it was going to be lacking just one thing to make the magic complete: champagne. Real champagne. It was finally legal again, and Anna knew how much Helen had hoped to have some to mark the occasion. But after weeks of searching, they hadn't found anyone selling anything besides beer. Maybe next year, everyone kept telling them, but next year would be just another New Year's Eve. It wouldn't be Helen's special day.

      Helen had taken it with her usual good grace. They could make do with grape juice, just like they always did for as far back as either of the sisters could remember.

      But Anna had come up with another plan. Of course, if Helen had gotten a clue what her little sister was thinking of doing, she would've tried to stop her. She would've locked her in the room they shared if that's what it took.

      Or worse, she would've told their mother. Not that Helen was a tattletale, but Anna knew she would feel that in this case, such extreme measures would be required.

      So Anna hadn't said a word. She had just waited until after dinner, when any respectable New Year's Eve party should be in full enough swing for a stranger in the mix to maybe go unnoticed. Not that she could pretend to be a partygoer. Nothing in her closet was remotely fancy enough for a party in this neighborhood. Even kitchen staff might be a stretch, but she only had to pass through, to find the wine cellar, and then to walk out again with a bottle of champagne for her sister.

      It was the least that Johann Schmidt owed her family, and it wasn't like he was even going to miss it.

      George Andrews would've turned down Mr. Schmidt's invitation if he had realized that his mentor had ulterior motives for extending it. What had the old man said? Something about how George, single and without family in the Twin Cities, shouldn't be alone on New Year's Eve and that he was always welcome as an honorary member of the Schmidt family. That had been it. It had sounded so innocent he couldn't possibly refuse.

      But after meeting eligible young lady after eligible young lady, all granddaughters of the flour-milling industrialist, he was beginning to see that his boss had plans to make him more than just an honorary member of the family. He was hoping to make him a grandson-in-law.

      George was touched. He really was. He had learned so much about business under Mr. Schmidt's tutelage and had a deep respect and high regard for the old man. And if pressed, he would have to admit that his granddaughters were all lovely, if a bit too like each other.

      In fact, all the Schmidt women looked like they had been acquired as a set, all with the same bright blue eyes and little button noses, the hair in a variety of fashionable styles but all the same shade of golden blonde. The family blood ran strong, apparently.

      But they even spoke the same, in carefully modulated tones that had to be the result of some finishing school somewhere. Words chosen to charm and please, smiles ever-present but never quite genuine.

      Maybe he was being unkind. If he had met any one of them apart from the others, who knows? Perhaps he too might have been charmed. But taking them all in at once was just too overwhelming.

      And they kept offering him plates of food or asking him why he wasn't drinking anything or finding another one of their cousins he hadn't met yet. There was no end to those cousins.

      George had known that Mr. Schmidt and his wife had only had daughters, and that those daughters had all had daughters. He just hadn't realized how many of them there were. It was like an army of Germanic beauties, and they were pressing a charm offensive on George he hadn't seen coming.

      Finally, he mumbled something about the washroom and made a break for it, ignoring the frantic calls to come back from one and then another of the young ladies as he dashed down one hallway after another until he was both far from the party and quite lost.

      At least with the view of the Lake of the Isles through the windows that ran along the left side of the hall, he knew he was at the back of the house. And probably somewhere near the kitchen to judge from the smell of toasting bread and deviled eggs. He toyed with the idea of hiding out there with the kitchen staff. Some of them might even be friends of friends from his old neighborhood. More to the point, there were surely no Schmidt women lurking in there.

      But he couldn't do that to the old man. He had to go back to the party and be a proper, socially inclined gentleman, at least until this year ended and the next one began.

      But not right away. He just needed a quiet moment alone first, far from marriageable young women.

      He stood at one of the windows and looked out at the snow-covered yard and the frozen lake beyond, all sparkling in the light from the full moon. He might have stood there for more than the single moment he had told himself he needed, but the sight was soothing. Something about the way the frost coated the willow trees that framed his view of the lake was like a picture postcard of a perfect winter scene. He could gaze out at it forever.

      Except he couldn't. With a resigned sigh, he turned away from the window, nearly bowling over the woman who had been standing silently at his elbow.

      Sorry! Anna squeaked at the same time the man said the same thing. She tried to take a step back, but the heel of her shoe, still wet from her walk through the snow, slipped on the parquet floor. Then she was falling backwards with neither of her feet under her as the other shoe slipped as well. She flailed out her hands, desperate to catch hold of anything to save herself.

      Then suddenly she was upright again, a steadying arm around her back, pressing her up against a warm chest. She wanted to get closer to that warmth, to chase away the chill that hadn't yet left her since coming inside the house after her walk from the truck. Instead, she tried taking a more cautious step back from him.

      I didn't see you there, he said to her. He no longer had an arm around her but had kept his hand on her elbow as if worried that she would slip again if he let her go.

      No, I don't suppose you did, she said. "You looked like you were enchanted, like under a spell, and I just wanted to see what you were looking at. It is a gorgeous view, isn't it?"

      It is, he agreed. Then he frowned at her. Have we met?

      I shouldn't think so, Anna said. She wanted to take another step back, further into the

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