Christmas in the Sisters by Becki Willis - Book Tour + Giveaway
Christmas in The Sisters
The Sisters, Texas Mystery Series Book 6
by Becki Willis
Genre:
Cozy Mystery
Cozy Mystery
Latest book in the Award-Winning The Sisters, Texas Mystery Series!
Madison Reynolds can’t wait for Christmas this year. Rebuilding her life as
a single mom hasn’t been easy, but after a challenging twelve
months, she’s excited about the holidays. She and her twins have
settled quite nicely here in The Sisters, renovations on the house
are complete, her business is slowly growing, and, best of all, Chief
of Police Brash deCordova is in her life. Visions of the perfect
Christmas dance in her head.
a single mom hasn’t been easy, but after a challenging twelve
months, she’s excited about the holidays. She and her twins have
settled quite nicely here in The Sisters, renovations on the house
are complete, her business is slowly growing, and, best of all, Chief
of Police Brash deCordova is in her life. Visions of the perfect
Christmas dance in her head.
The tinsel begins to tangle when someone targets the community for a
series of ‘Christmas Crimes.’ Homes are broken into and wrapped
gifts are stolen from beneath trees. Even vehicles loaded with
presents aren’t safe, particularly on a lone stretch of highway.
Things like this just don’t happen in Naomi and Juliet. Torn
between solving the rash of burglaries and shutting down the gambling
ring that’s active in the area again, Brash does the only thing he
can: he hires In a Pinch to help with the investigation.
series of ‘Christmas Crimes.’ Homes are broken into and wrapped
gifts are stolen from beneath trees. Even vehicles loaded with
presents aren’t safe, particularly on a lone stretch of highway.
Things like this just don’t happen in Naomi and Juliet. Torn
between solving the rash of burglaries and shutting down the gambling
ring that’s active in the area again, Brash does the only thing he
can: he hires In a Pinch to help with the investigation.
Finding the common link between cases is like finding the bad bulb on a
string of lights. Every lead is a short circuit. The frustration
mounts when Madison and the Angel Tree she’s involved with fall
victim to the crimes. Only the worst kind of Grinch steals from needy
children!
string of lights. Every lead is a short circuit. The frustration
mounts when Madison and the Angel Tree she’s involved with fall
victim to the crimes. Only the worst kind of Grinch steals from needy
children!
Brash has plans of his own for the perfect Christmas. With the help of a
new jewelry store, he thinks he’s found just the right gift for
Madison, until the Grinch strikes again. This wasn’t the surprise
he had in mind.
new jewelry store, he thinks he’s found just the right gift for
Madison, until the Grinch strikes again. This wasn’t the surprise
he had in mind.
Ready or not, Christmas is on its way, and time is running out to create the holiday of their dreams. As the house fills with unexpected guests, Madison and the twins honor favorite traditions from the past while creating a few new ones of their own.
Who has time for being kidnapped by men in Santa suits and bad beards?
This is one Christmas that no one in The Sisters will ever forget!
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Beyond the police
car’s glaring strobe, cheerful strands of twinkling white icicles dripped from
the eaves of the house. Each porch post was wrapped in green. A profusion of
multi-color lights sprang up in the yard, garnishing every bush, every bird
feeder, and every tree in sight.
Wedging the
cruiser into a slim niche between a Ford Expedition and a Pontiac Grand Am,
Brash deCordova came within inches of a gigantic inflatable snowman. The chief
of police picked his way between a stand of lighted candy canes, a herd of
reindeer, and an animated gingerbread man. The obstacle course led him to the
front porch, where a trio of wooden carolers greeted him, and a
motion-activated wreath began the first bars of We Wish You a Merry Christmas.
It came as no
surprise when the doorbell twinkled out the tune of Jingle Bells. Brash shook his head in wonder. The Hutchins
certainly loved the season.
The door swung
open and a plump woman motioned him inside. “Brash! You’re here.” The relief in
Vanessa Hutchins’ voice was palatable. “Come in, come in.” She turned slightly
away and bellowed down the hall, “Larry! The police are here!”
“I’m sorry to
come calling like this, Vanessa,” Brash apologized, tugging the cowboy hat from
his auburn head. “Larry tells me you’ve had some trouble.”
“I’ll say! Look!
Just look at that!” She flung her arm toward the massive Christmas tree
centered at the front windows. Dozens of bulbs, baubles, and ornaments covered
every tip, illuminated by hundreds of miniature white lights. A red and green
tree skirt peeked from beneath the lower branches.
“Nice tree,”
Brash murmured, wondering how it kept from collapsing.
“Nice? It’s
empty! Glory be, someone stole all our presents!”
A groove of worry
puckered the officer’s brow. “All of them? How many did you have under there?”
“You mean an
exact number?”
“For now, an
estimate will do.”
Vanessa cocked
her head to one side, mentally tallying up the gifts. “At least thirty. I’m
almost done with my shopping. Or I was, until this happened!” She gave another emphatic wave toward the barren
tree skirt.
“Calm down,
Nessa,” her husband said, coming into the room carrying a steaming mug. He
thrust it at his wife before offering his hand to Brash. “Brash, thanks for
coming out so quick. Vanessa, take a few sips of hot chocolate and try to
relax. Everything is going to be all right.”
“All right?
You’re not the one who shopped for those gifts. And you didn’t wrap a single
one of them, Larry, so don’t tell me to calm down!” Her voice rose with every
word, both in pitch and volume.
“Can we have a
seat?” Brash suggested.
Appalled by her
lack of manners, the frantic woman immediately turned apologetic. She fussed
around the officer, fluffing a snowman afghan at his back and producing a
Santa-shaped ottoman for his feet. Brash politely settled among the excessive
holiday pillows, grimacing when he activated one with music. Over the digital
notes of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer,
he struggled to sound professional. “Tell me exactly what happened.”
“We were robbed,
that’s what happened!”
“Were there any
signs of forced entry?”
“The back door
was jimmied open, if that’s what you mean,” Larry Hutchins offered. “We didn’t
touch anything, in case you want to dust for prints.”
“Smart thinking.
Was anything else taken?”
“Not that we’re
aware of. We checked the gun case, jewelry box, desk drawers where we keep the
checkbook, that sort of thing. Everything else seems to be here.”
“They were only
interested in the presents,” his wife concurred. Hot chocolate already
forgotten, she had taken to wringing her hands.
Brash jotted down
notes in his trusty little notebook. It traveled with him everywhere he went,
tucked into his shirt pocket. “Take me through this evening. We need to
establish some sort of timeline.”
“Well, let’s see…
I got off work around four. I stopped by Granny Bert Cessna’s to leave a
donation for the Angel Tree. Bless her heart, that woman is over eighty and
still as active as ever! She told me she’s going to Vegas to attend the
National Finals Rodeo with her new beau, Sticker Pierce. They’re doing some big
award for him, being as he’s a rodeo legend and all. Glory be! Anyway, on the
way home, I spotted Glitter Thompson walking her dogs, so I stopped to chat for
a few minutes. Poor dear is having trouble with her bursitis again. So, I must
have wound up getting home about five fifteen or so. Since I forgot to lay
anything out for dinner, we decided to go out for supper when Larry came home.”
Brash waded
through all the useless chatter to find a kernel or two of helpful information.
“Were the gifts still under the tree when you arrived home at five fifteen?”
“Yes. The first
thing I do when I get home is turn on the tree lights. I’ve thought of getting
one of those automatic timers, but I’m not sure I trust them.”
“What time did
Larry get in?”
“Five
thirty-eight, same as every day. You can set your clock by this man.” For the
first time since Brash had arrived, Vanessa smiled. She patted her husband’s
shoulder as she stood over him, too nervous to sit.
“And neither of
you saw anything unusual? No strangers about, no cars out front, no unscheduled
deliveries?” Brash clarified.
“No, everything
seemed normal,” Larry answered.
“What time did
you leave for the restaurant?”
“Around six
thirty. And we called you the minute we got in, about ten minutes ago.”
“So that narrows
down the window of opportunity to about an hour and thirty-five minutes.”
Larry nodded. “That
sounds about right.”
“Vanessa, do you
have a list of everything under the tree?”
“Of course. I
keep a detailed list of what I buy for each person, and I check each item off
as I wrap it. I’ll be happy to get it for you.”
“Fine, fine. But
I’d like to ask a few more questions before you do. Have either of you noticed
anything strange over the past several days, or weeks? Again, any strangers
about, cars out front, deliveries, anything disturbed in the yard, anything at
all?”
“I don’t believe
so.”
“Glory be, not
that I can think of.”
“How long has
your tree been up?”
“We always put it
up Thanksgiving evening, while the kids are here to help pull things out of the
attic. Larry’s shoulder gives him a fit, you know. Rheumatism.”
“Old football
injury,” her husband claimed, rotating his arm as if to disprove his wife’s
claims.
Brash had been a
few years behind the other man in school, but he knew Larry Hutchins did little
more than warm the bench. The most strenuous thing he ever did during a
football game was to carry the water cooler and hoist it in victory when the
Cotton Kings won, dumping its contents on the coach’s head.
Himself Cotton
King royalty, Brash chose to ignore the exaggeration. Instead, he turned to
Vanessa. “How long have the gifts been under there?”
“I couldn’t start
wrapping without paper, of course, and I didn’t decide on my theme until after
Black Friday.”
“Theme?”
She bobbed her
head. “I do a different theme of paper each year, you know, and this time it
was snowflakes. You should have seen the tree… it was particularly gorgeous
this year, with at least six different snowflake papers in all different
colors.” Her eyes turned misty as she clasped her hands over her heart and
mourned the lost beauty. The monetary loss hadn’t been mentioned yet, most
likely because she was still in the emotional phase of the theft. “As soon as I
settled on a theme, I went to Bryan and bought all my paper.”
“And when was
that?”
“Let’s see… It
wasn’t Monday, and I don’t think it was Tuesday, because I had a Weight Off
meeting. I had church on Wednesday night and played Bunco on Thursday.” She
scrunched her face as she ran through her week. She had a brief argument with
herself about whether she had missed the Wednesday night service, until she
remembered Brother Greer’s lesson. She even went so far as to share the gist of
it with the two men. When she still couldn’t pin down the exact day she went
shopping, she called in reinforcement. “Larry, what day did I bring home dinner
from Tasty’s?”
“What’s Tasty’s?” Her husband looked perplexed.
“That new fast
food place on the way out of Bryan, the one with those low-cal smoothies I’m
always raving about.” When he still looked confused, she added, “You know,
where Merle Bishop’s granddaughter started working.” Nothing registered on his
face. With an exasperated sigh, she found something he could relate to. “The
spicy chicken wings, Larry. What night did I bring them home?”
“Oh, Tuesday
night,” her husband readily supplied. “I had already eaten at the poker game,
but they made a nice midnight snack.”
The mention of a
poker game did not escape Brash’s attention, but he made no comment. For the
better part of the past year, he had been chasing a gambling ring operating in
and around The Sisters. The operation included poker games, cock fighting, and
some serious football score pools. To his consternation, he had yet to make a
solid arrest, but he was getting close. He could feel it.
With a mental
note to ask about the game later, Brash focused on the crime at hand. “So, you
purchased the paper on Tuesday and began wrapping shortly after that. Now, I
want both of you to think about this carefully. Since last Tuesday, has there
been anyone in the house that normally doesn’t visit? A repairman, perhaps, or
a neighbor who surprised you by dropping by? A delivery man who offered to
bring the packages inside?”
“I had someone
come in and work on my cuckoo clock. Every year, I have the little bird
replaced with a Santa for the holidays.” Vanessa glanced at her watch. “He
should be making an appearance in about five minutes.”
“We had a new
freezer delivered and set up yesterday,” Larry said. “I’m taking a taxidermy
class and need a place to keep mounts before I work on them.”
“And of course, I
hosted Bunco on Thursday. There’s sixteen in our group,” Vanessa supplied. She
nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, I remember now. Glory be, I was so shook up,
I couldn’t even think earlier. But yes, I bought the paper Tuesday night and I
took off work on Thursday so I could binge-wrap presents. I wanted the tree to
look perfect when the ladies came.”
Brash held in a
groan. He had his work cut out for him, running down all these potential leads.
“Anyone else you can think of that has been in or around the house in the past
week?”
“I hired a couple
of high school boys to help me hang lights.”
“The Avon lady
dropped off my order. And I invited the paper boy in while I found my wallet
and paid him.”
“So, half the
town of Juliet has been here,” Brash muttered beneath his breath. To the
Hutchins, he announced, “I’ll need the names of everyone you’ve mentioned, plus
phone numbers if you have them. I’ll look at the back door, take a few photos,
and write up my report. I’m sure the insurance adjuster will ask for it.”
“Insurance?”
Vanessa blinked in surprise.
“Your homeowner’s
policy most likely includes theft. You’ll need to call your agent to confirm.”
“Glory be, I
hadn’t even thought of that!”
While Vanessa
still looked dazed, her husband’s expression lightened considerably. “So, we
might not be out all that money, after all?”
Brash stood from
the couch, again setting off the musical pillow. “You’ll have to speak to your
agent to be certain. If you’ll direct me to the kitchen, I’ll finish up and get
out of your way for the evening.”
***
Thirty minutes
later, Brash pulled out from their driveway, his ears still ringing. There had
been more Hutchins cheer to behold.
On his way
through the hall, Brash activated an entire collection of dancing, singing
elves. Twice. A tiny little Santa not only popped out from the cuckoo clock,
but he chirped HoHo, HoHo. In the
kitchen, a radio belted out holiday music. The mat at the back door sang the
opening notes of Over the River and
Through the Woods. And as word of the break-in spread, Vanessa’s phone kept
up a steady jingle with her holiday ringtone. By the time Brash made his way
through the maze of dazzling lights and blow-up lawn decor, he welcomed the
peace and quiet of his patrol car. He never thought the squawk of a police
scanner could be considered peaceful, but then again, he had never visited the
Hutchins’ home at Christmastime.
Glory be.
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Becki Willis, best known for her popular The Sisters, Texas Mystery Series
and Forgotten Boxes, always dreamed of being an author. In November
of '13, that dream became a reality. Since that time, she has
published eleven books, won first place honors for Best Mystery
Series, Best Suspense Fiction and Best Audio Book, and has introduced
her imaginary friends to readers around the world.
and Forgotten Boxes, always dreamed of being an author. In November
of '13, that dream became a reality. Since that time, she has
published eleven books, won first place honors for Best Mystery
Series, Best Suspense Fiction and Best Audio Book, and has introduced
her imaginary friends to readers around the world.
An avid history buff, Becki likes to poke around in old places and learn
about the past. Other addictions include reading, writing, junking,
unraveling a good mystery, and coffee. She loves to travel, but
believes coming home to her family and her Texas ranch is the best
part of any trip. Becki is a member of the Association of Texas
Authors, the National Association of Professional Women, and the
Brazos Writers organization. She attended Texas A&M University
and majored in Journalism.
about the past. Other addictions include reading, writing, junking,
unraveling a good mystery, and coffee. She loves to travel, but
believes coming home to her family and her Texas ranch is the best
part of any trip. Becki is a member of the Association of Texas
Authors, the National Association of Professional Women, and the
Brazos Writers organization. She attended Texas A&M University
and majored in Journalism.
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