Murder (and Baklava) (A European Voyage Cozy Mystery—Book 1) by Blake Pierce

Author:Blake Pierce [Pierce, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2020-11-16T18:30:00+00:00

“I regret to inform you that I am most displeased by conditions and service aboard the Nachtmusik so far. I’m lucky (if that’s quite the right word) to have gotten aboard at all, there was such an uncalled-for fuss about Sir Reginald Taft, my show champion dog and most trusted companion. It was quite traumatic. Mine has been a tragic life, and I’m a deeply sensitive person, and I require more kindness and consideration than most people, and …”

The note ended there. Apparently Mrs. Klimowski had planned to finish it later. London couldn’t imagine how much longer the woman might have gone on complaining about one thing or another. It certainly reminded her that she hardly missed this disagreeable person. But nor did anybody else aboard the Nachtmusik that she knew of.

Could the woman’s nasty disposition alone be enough to drive someone to murder?

Next she saw that the closet door was partially open. She found it to be fairly crammed with expensive clothes, shoes, and furs. It looked as though Mrs. Klimowski could have spent months aboard the Nachtmusik without wearing the same outfit for more than one day.

London walked over to the chest and pulled a drawer open, then recoiled at the jumble of gold, silver, and precious gems scattered inside.

There were necklaces, bracelets, brooches, a tiara, and elegant hair fasteners. Some rings and earrings were displayed on black felt stands; others had been tossed casually inside.

London’s mind boggled at how much this trove must be worth. Mrs. Klimowski must have been very rich. It wasn’t hard to imagine that someone might have killed her for just some of these treasures.

And yet, nothing had been stolen from Mrs. Klimowski’s person when she’d died. The heavy diamond and ruby pendant that she’d been flaunting hadn’t been taken, although it still seemed strange to London that it had wound up in her purse when her body was found. And these precious items were just loose in a drawer in her stateroom.

London wandered into the bathroom. She gasped to see that the countertop was practically covered with containers of prescription medicine. She found it hard to believe her eyes.

Were all these for her? she wondered.

Mrs. Klimowski had been such a little woman. What use could she have possibly had for such a huge hoard of medications?

She was also startled by how tidily they were arranged—row after row, like an army. Most noticeable were three bottles lined up in front of the rest, as if leading some imaginary battle.

Meanwhile, Sir Reginald began wriggling in her grasp, so she leaned over and put him down gently. She followed him out of the bathroom into the bedroom, and he trotted straight to a flat, rectangular pad, then relieved himself right there. When the little dog stepped off the pad, it made a slight whirring sound, and the soiled area disappeared into a cylindrical shape on one end of the pad’s plastic frame. A fresh clean pad appeared from a similar shape on the other end of the contraption.

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