High hopes, p.1
High Hopes, page 1
HIGH HOPES (A BROOKHAVEN COZY MYSTERY) Copyright © 2023 by S.E. Biglow.
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Published by S.E. Biglow: September 2023
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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
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
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About the Author
1
Spring came to Brookhaven in subtle ways. Newly grown shoots of grass and flowers began to unfurl against the chilly temperatures and gusting winds. My magic wanted to be outside helping the flora along, but my body was far happier curled up beneath a blanket in the living room of Tania’s B&B with a hot mug of coffee. At present, I sat in the kitchen, mentally fortifying myself for the trip to work. I watched bare branches with the tiniest hints of new leaves at their tips, flailing helplessly in the gales of wind that whistled through the backyard. If I didn’t know any better, I’d expect a tornado to come rampaging through the small town and lift the house off its foundation with the howling gusts.
“You look miserable,” commented Sam, the B&B’s resident ghost, when I turned back to my coffee.
I took a moment to study his appearance. Most days, Sam looked like he was about to walk a runway, decked out in flashy eye make-up and sequined outfits. Today, he sported a more muted deep purple velvet jacket and sleek black pants. In the back of my mind, I wondered if the strange dichotomy of springtime in New England had dampened his mood, too.
“Not miserable,” I corrected, gesturing to the outdoors with a flourish. “Just not happy to be venturing out in this.”
“You do have the car,” he pointed out.
Tania, the proprietor of the B&B and my mentor on all things magical, had lent me use of her VW Bug since I’d moved in seven months ago. Even still, I wasn’t confident in my ability to keep the car on the road. “With my luck, I’d wind up getting blown away.”
“Just admit you need a day off,” he chided. “I’m sure Sage would give you a sick day.”
Sage owned the town’s marijuana dispensary, High Time, and had been gracious enough to hire me after I helped root out a thief in its ranks. I felt bad bailing on her and the business, even if a day off sounded lovely. “… I’ve got the weekend off,” I finally said and downed the rest of my coffee for fortification.
Sam offered a silent shrug as I stepped around him to rinse out the mug and set it on the drain board. I looked around the kitchen—it was unusually quiet—and turned back to Sam. Before I’d arrived, Tania’s business was struggling to stay afloat. Things had picked up a little since I’d moved to Brookhaven and became a resident at her B&B, not that I counted myself as the reason. Though we’d still gone a decent stretch through the winter without many visitors. “I thought Tania said we’d have some new guests coming in this week.”
“She’s out shopping. Apparently, one of the guests has some kind of food allergy or something. She was even panicking for hours before you got up … worried that they wouldn’t have anything to eat.”
I didn’t bother asking how long she’d been up before me, considering I’d climbed out of bed at six thirty. “Well, tell her I’ll be back late. I’ve got dinner with Maggie tonight.”
Sam gave a graceful spin and made a kissy face at me. “Sod off,” I said with a laugh before donning a coat and gripping the car keys in my hand.
“Let me live vicariously through you,” he said with a pout.
Maggie, the town’s healer, and I had officially been a couple for the last few months. Technically our first date was attending the biggest wedding in town last November. At least until the groom had turned up dead. Murder tended to put a damper on romance. But we’d vowed to go on a proper, murder-free date in the New Year. Three months since then and things were going better than I could have hoped.
I wanted to tell Sam to find someone else’s life to enjoy, but I didn’t have the heart. He was just being cheeky. I couldn’t imagine being a ghost, existing just on the outside of so many things. Then again, I’d never met any other ghosts and Sam was rather private about both his time among the living and his afterlife. We traded jabs now and again. Yet, I still didn’t feel comfortable asking about the subject of his death or what unfinished business might be keeping him tethered here.
The thought of seeing Maggie this evening buoyed my spirits enough that I even avoided cursing the weather gods as the wind blew me sideways into the hood of Tania’s Bug. I caught my balance enough to climb in, the wind slamming the door on me. Making the brief trip down Main Street to High Time much less treacherous than I’d envisioned in my head. And by the time I got inside, the gusts had died down.
I passed through the kitchen and into the employee locker rom. I stowed my coat and situated my ID, ready to head into the growth chamber to tend to the plants when Sage appeared. Her aqua-colored hair shone brighter in the overhead lighting. She must have just redone it. It appeared to match the vibrancy of her expression when she spotted me.
“Morning, Darcy,” she greeted. “I was hoping to catch you before your shift started.”
A lump formed in my throat. Impromptu conversations were not my favorite thing. I was still one of the newest employees on the roster and the only one that I knew of on a work visa. “Uh, sure … morning. Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. I just wanted to let you know that I’m getting a shipment in of some new strains I wanted to try. I think they’re going to be really good for business.”
Relief washed over me, sending waves of warmth cascading through my body. “Oh, okay. I’ll get some bays ready for transplanting then.”
“Great. Thanks. I’ll let you know when they arrive.”
Stepping into the temperature-controlled growth chamber, I let out a sigh. I wasn’t one to partake in the products we sold here, but I did find being around the plants soothing. Exposing myself to them nearly every day had given me the chance to hone my powers. When I’d first arrived in town, I could barely control my powers and wasn’t even sure I wanted them. Now, I couldn’t imagine my life without having that constant, if subtle connection to every living thing that grew around me.
So much of my hesitation to embrace my magic stemmed from my family. When I’d told my parents about how I thought I could hear plants in my head, trying to garner my attention to nurture them, they’d scoffed at me. My mum had insisted I was just trying to get attention. She and my dad made it perfectly clear they didn’t believe me.
Since moving to Brookhaven, I’d learned that magic was hereditary. It had to come from one side of my family line, even if they didn’t want to acknowledge it. In some ways this only left me with more questions that I doubted would ever be answered. I couldn’t talk to either of them about where these powers came from. Dad’s parents were both long dead and both of my parents were only children with no siblings. So, it wasn’t like I had aunts or cousins to ask. But my Nan was still around and thankfully she hadn’t called me crazy when she’d heard what I’d been dealing with.
As I sat surrounded by marijuana seedlings in various stages of growth, I couldn’t help picturing my Nan in her showy pink cardigan and oversized earrings. I hadn’t talked to her much since moving to the States and I missed her. If Tania were around, she’d probably tell me she could feel the longing that had crept into my chest, making it that little bit harder to breathe. But I didn’t need an empath to know I’d been cutting myself off from the one person who might actually accept me and my magic for no good reason. I resolved to reach out on my lunch break. Today was as good a time as any to get in touch.
By the time my phone read 12:20, the new plants Sage had warned about arrived. I situated them in separate bays offset from the existing crop of plants and purposely set them up with their own dedicated growth lights.
“Right you lot, let’s see what makes you so special,” I whispered.
I dug my fingers into the soil, making sure I made contact with the plants’ stems. I could feel tiny pulses of energy moving through them as they took notice of my power. I closed my eyes, waiting for them to reveal what they might one day become. That was how my magic had first presented itself to me. Every flower I passed whispered in my head what it could one day be. I’d been afraid of that potential for so l
The tiny seedlings in my hands trembled. I could see them in my mind’s eye fully grown. More importantly I could feel what they could do—the pain they could relieve, the anxiety they could curb. The dispensary sold several products aimed at alleviating those conditions, but I could feel the potency in these seedlings. Sage was right; they were going to be great for business.
I pulled my fingertips free and smoothed the soil back into place. Maybe it was the prolonged exposure, or it was just in my head, but as I headed for the locker room to get my coat, a sense of calm washed over me. Any nerves I’d had about reaching out to Nan, for the moment, evaporated. A girl could get used to that.
I walked to Ginny’s—the town’s only decent diner—and snagged a spot at the counter on the far end. As was to be expected of the owner, Ginny Hayes sat on the center stool along the same counter, holding court. As the town’s resident gossip, she had a way of getting people to spill their secrets to her. Like me, she was a witch. She pivoted on her stool to face me, offering a genuine smile and wave. Things had started off rocky between us. Though these days, I was confident she no longer saw me as a nuisance or a disruption to her hometown’s equilibrium. I’d even managed to stay on her brother’s good side, which was perhaps much more important. I’d had far too many run-ins for my liking with Rick Hayes, Brookhaven’s Chief of Police. For some inexplicable reason I seemed to find trouble in the form of dead bodies in this town. At least the last few months had been peaceful.
I ordered and pulled out my phone while I waited, ready to bite the bullet and place the international call to England. I stared at the screen in surprise when I saw an incoming international call from Nan’s number. In that moment, I regretted making the decision to attempt reconnection in such a public space. But I hit the green Accept button anyway and held the phone to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Oh, sweet girl, I thought I’d never hear your voice again,” Nan said on the other end of the call.
I let out a nervous laugh. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear your voice either ...” After a beat, I said, “Nan, this is going to sound a bit mental, but I was literally about to call you.”
It was Nan’s turn to laugh. “I know you were.”
“What?”
“You didn’t think you were the only one with special gifts, did you? I owe you an apology, Darcy. When you came to me and shared your new abilities, I should have been there to nurture and help guide you. But your mum had always refused to believe in magic, and I let that get in the way.”
“So, what, you can see the future?”
“Not entirely, but I do get a sense of things to come.”
Part of me was relieved to know I could actually talk to someone in my family about my powers. Tania was wonderful and a good friend, but there was just something special about sharing it with someone whose blood flowed in your veins. Except another part of me couldn’t hide the hurt she’d shut me out. “Finding my way was hard.”
“I am truly sorry for that, love. I want to make it up to you.”
“How? You aren’t planning a transatlantic flight, are you?”
When she laughed this time, it was more subdued. “No, love. Not right now, anyway. But I thought you ought to know that we aren’t the only ones with gifts in our family. My sister, Pauline, left England when we were barely adults and moved to the States.”
A loud buzzing echoed in my ears as my brain fought to make sense of her words. There was the possibility of having family on the same continent as me? Had Nan known I’d settle in Brookhaven because it was closer to family that might accept me?
“Where is she now? Can I talk to her?”
“We exchanged letters for a while. I know that she settled down in New York and got married. Sadly, we lost touch over the years. I only recently discovered that she has a daughter and a granddaughter of her own.”
“Did she reach back out to you?”
“No, I went on one of those ancestry sites and it showed me information about Pauline’s family. I can send it to you if you’d like.”
“I would really like that.” The waiter came by, setting down a cup of coffee and a sandwich with fries in front of me. I slid him a twenty dollar bill as I munched on a fry. “Why’d Pauline leave, Nan?”
“Let’s just say, your parents weren’t the only ones hesitant about embracing magic. Truth be told, I was always jealous of Pauline. She was the free spirit, went where the world pulled her. I stayed put, because I knew that’s what my parents needed. Something tells me you take after her more than my side of the family.”
“I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t embrace that part of you. I know how painful it is to stifle such an important piece of yourself.”
“You’ve found somewhere to flourish, though, haven’t you, my girl?”
I stopped short of telling her that she already knew the answer. Even if her powers had allowed her to see how I was doing, I suspected she would appreciate the report from her granddaughter even more. “I have. I’ve got a job that I like and friends who accept me. And I’m actually seeing someone.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful.”
“I am really glad you called, Nan,” I said as my phone alarm buzzed. I only had fifteen minutes left on my lunch break. “I hate to cut this short, but I’ve got to get back to work soon.”
“Don’t let me keep you dear.”
“I promise I won’t be a stranger.”
“That makes me very happy, love.” The line went quiet and then Nan added, “I’ve sent you the information I found on Pauline’s family to your email. Whatever you choose to do with it, I know will be the right decision for you.”
2
By the end of my shift, I was crawling out of my skin to see Maggie and share the information Nan had forwarded to me. Waiting until I finished work to check my email had nearly driven me mad. By the time I clocked out and settled in behind the wheel of the VW Bug, I’d concocted multiple potential scenarios for my stateside relatives. In some, they were a wild bunch of magic-using hippies. While in others, they’d retained their posh British attitudes, but not their accents having assimilated to the local cadence. Any one of them panning out would make me unbelievably happy.
I pulled into one of the few spots in front of Brookhaven’s only Italian restaurant, Piazza di Pizza and checked my reflection in the rearview mirror. My hair had frizzed a bit in the humidity of the growth chamber. I did my best to smooth it down, not that Maggie would mind. Part of me wished I had time to go back to the B&B and change out of my work uniform though.
I walked into the restaurant and took a look around. The place boasted only a dozen four-seater tables and I found Maggie waiting at one situated near the back. The electric candle at the center of the table flickered rhythmically and I was grateful that she’d picked a table not directly beneath the overhead speaker. At least we wouldn’t have to yell at each other to be heard.
“I’m not late, am I?” I said, checking the time on my phone.
Maggie stood and offered me a hug and quick kiss on the lips. “No, you’re right on time. I finished up early at the clinic today.” She still sported her scrubs, which made me feel less self-conscious of my own attire.
She gestured for me to sit down. She was one of the people I felt the most comfortable being around, and yet I still found myself battling nerves. I hadn’t had extensive past relationships, so part of me was afraid I’d manage to ruin this. Mercifully, one of the servers came by to take our drink order, returning moments later with two glasses of red wine.
“What should we toast to?” Maggie asked as she held her glass aloft.
