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  Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery Series: Books 1-5

  Anna Celeste Burke

  Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery Series: Books 1-5

  Copyright © 2019 Anna Celeste Burke

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Books by USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author

  Anna Celeste Burke

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  Murder at Catmmando Mountain Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #1

  Love Notes in the Key of Sea Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #2

  All Hallows’ Eve Heist Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #3

  A Merry Christmas Wedding Mystery Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #4

  Murder at Sea of Passenger X Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #5

  Murder of the Maestro Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #6

  A Tango Before Dying Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #7

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  The Murder of Shakespeare’s Ghost Seaview Cottages Cozy Mystery #2

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  Lily’s Homecoming Under Fire Calla Lily Mystery #1

  Tangled Vines, Buried Secrets Calla Lily Mystery #2 [2019]

  CONTENTS

  Murder at Catmmando Mountain: Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #1

  1 Working for the Cat

  2 Purrfect Murder

  3 Purrsilla’s Panic

  4 Character Problems

  5 Dinner with a View

  6 Chocolate Points

  7 No Boy-Toy Photo

  8 Identity Crisis

  9 TGIF

  10 Gang of Thieves

  Recipes and Tips

  Love Notes in the Key of Sea: Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #2

  1 Alarming News

  2 An Old Tune

  3 Gut Check

  4 Love Notes

  5 Chamber Made

  6 Moonlight and Wildflowers

  7 An Unfriendly Message

  8 Boom Box

  9 More Chambers

  Recipes and Tips

  All Hallows’ Eve Heist: Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #3

  1 Knife Skills

  2 Eat Dessert First

  3 Cel Theory

  4 Caught in a Web

  5 In Character

  6 Cat’s Cradle

  7 In Purr-suit

  8 A Doppelgänger, Too?

  9 Who’s the Hostage?

  10 Matt Damon

  11 Ella Sings

  Recipes and Tips

  A Merry Christmas Wedding Mystery Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #4

  1 No hoops!

  2 The Ringmaster

  3 The Talent

  4 The Puppet Master

  5 Gone Bride

  6 Pop Phenom

  7 Carts and Karts

  8 Big Burly Man

  9 No Dead Bodies

  10 Publicity Stunt?

  11 Double Trouble

  12 The Dress

  13 Another Tristan

  14 Do Not Disturb

  15 Our Merry Christmas Wedding

  Recipes and Tips

  Murder at Sea of Passenger X Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #5

  1 The Purr-loined Note

  2 Oscar! Oscar! Oscar!

  3 Passenger X

  4 The Commissary

  5 Shipboard Extravaganzas

  6 A Dodgy Perroquet

  7 Midnight Casanova

  8 Patty, Patsy—Whatever

  9 Spas and Gossips

  10 Eat Dessert Twice

  11 Cabin Fever

  12 No Honor Among Thieves?

  13 Pearls in a Bottle

  14 Not a Bora Bora

  15 Morning Constitutional

  16 Anagrams and Arrivals

  17 Stop that Pig!

  18 A Psycho Logical Move

  19 Maui Bound

  RECIPES

  THANK YOU!

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Murder at Catmmando Mountain: Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery #1

  Anna Celeste Burke

  DEDICATION

  To women everywhere who discover that their work, at a theme park or elsewhere, makes them “accidental sleuths” in so many ways!

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Thanks to Vic, a devoted husband and first reader of all my books!

  I’m grateful for Ying Cooper’s assistance reediting this book as a stand-alone novella and as the first book in the box set: Georgie Shaw Cozy Mystery Series: Novellas 1-3.

  Feedback from cozy mystery fans who have had kind words to say about Georgie Shaw, Jack Wheeler, and Miles has been wonderful. I’m especially grateful to Peggy Hyndman for her detailed notes about this book. Thanks as well to Doward Wilson, Donna Wolz, Michele Bodenheimer, Karen Vaughan, Tara Brown, Andra Weis, Andrea Stoeckel, Karin Tolliston, Kay Sarginson, Michele Hayes, Bonnie Dale Keck, Denise Austin, Michael Benson, Lynne Moody, and Bev Smith who read and reviewed the book.

  A big thank you to those who voted for Murder at Catmmando Mountain as one of the 50 Self-published Books Worth Reading in 2016. What an honor!

  1 Working for the Cat

  “It’s such a marvelous world...

  a MARVELOUS MARLEY world!”

  Doing PR—public relations—for a cat isn’t easy. Working in any capacity for a very famous cartoon cat might sound like a dream job, but it’s not. The Furry Caped Avenger, Catmmando Tom, may be a superhero, but his megalomaniacal creator is an altogether different kind of character. Maximilian Marley loves animals. People, not so much, even though they’re the lifeblood of Marley’s pastoral theme park, Arcadia. It’s the two-legged visitors that pay the $100 admission fee for adults and $50 for children under twelve.

  On occasion, their pets are welcome, too. All the enchantment produced by other divisions of Marvelous Marley World Enterprises relies on hard-earned cash people dole out. That includes visits to the Marvelous Marley World Resorts, as well as purchases of videos, movies, and merchandise featuring Marvelous Marley World characters.

  As I reviewed our current PR agenda, I straightened my posture to shoulder the burden. Super cat cartoons, movies, and merchandise had made Max Marley very wealthy. A host of animated animal characters had followed on the furry heels of Catmmando Tom’s accl
aim. A few human characters, often cast in supporting roles, were included in the projects produced at Marvelous Max Studios. The theme parks and resorts were next. The first Arcadia was built here in Orange County, California, near our World Headquarters. Each iconic character has a special place in Arcadia Park, a fantasyland of dreams and adventures, built around relationships between super pets and their owners. In Max Marley’s imagination, it wasn’t always clear who owned whom, however. Most of the time his stories involved super pets rescuing their beloved humans and endangered animals from ne’er-do-wells of one species or another.

  Uncle Max, as he prefers we call him, demands that his theme parks and resorts be kept in perfect order. Nevertheless, a surprising number of “faux paws,” as we refer to them around here, require attention day in and day out. Inadvertent offenses to park guests, like when the beloved Sir Dartmouth the Lion-Hearted Lion bumped into a toddler, knocking him to the ground. Characters stepped on toes, whacked guests with an unguarded tail, or otherwise offended them. Birthday parties didn’t always measure up to expectations. Guests panicked about stolen items that turned out not to be missing at all, or to have been lost, not stolen. Food that was too hot, too cold, or too something, required rapid intervention by park rangers. In their spiffy Legion of Purrfect Park Rescue Ranger outfits, they roamed Arcadia Park assisting guests. They were on the front lines when it came to catching problems, or when called into action by another Marvelous Marley World “family” member who spotted a problem.

  Occasionally, a dysfunctional member of the Marvelous Marley World family caused a problem deliberately. Pirate Pete, a smart-mouthed parrot, had become too mouthy several times before management replaced the guy wearing the brightly colored feathered suit. The use of profanity by “associates” or “family members,” as Marvelous Marley World’s corporate handbook refers to employees, is forbidden in the park and resorts. A drunken Poacher Pierre, perhaps too much into the role of the bad guy character he portrayed in animated films, had gone on a bottom-pinching spree one day. It had taken a whole squad of park rangers to escort the cackling character out of the park. That had been a mess to clean up, although many of the women had been more amused than angered by the incident.

  What on earth had I been thinking when I gave up my job in the Food and Beverage Division at Marvelous Marley World? All things food-related had been my first love, and I’d started working in the park as a chef, straight out of culinary school. Despite the increasing number of women training as chefs, a decidedly male-oriented culture had prevailed in the theme park and hotel kitchens. One of the worst insults meted out was, “You do that like a housewife.” The statement was typically delivered by a European chef while slashing the air with a French knife for emphasis.

  I loved being a chef and succeeded in working my way up to Sous Chef quickly. It’s at that point I completed a degree in business administration, with a minor in communications, and made the leap from the kitchen to Food and Beverage Management. The move into management gave me the opportunity to influence the overall quality of food in the park, to oversee hiring, training, and professional development of kitchen staff, and do what I could to find creative ways to provide excellent food to the guests while heeding the constant drumbeat to cut costs.

  After more than twenty-five years at the “Cat Factory,” our insiders' term for the corporation founded on Catmmando Tom’s success, I made another leap. The decision to move out of the Food and Beverage Division into Public Relations wasn’t an easy one. What had I been thinking? For one thing: that I wasn’t getting any younger. The likelihood of obtaining the senior position in the Food and Beverage Division before I retired had dimmed when I was passed over for promotion by Max Marley’s daughter. Mallory Marley-Marston, in my book, bore a resemblance to Cruella de Vil, alluding to a figure from another well-known distributor of animated tales. Maybe that resemblance was because the woman hated animals and people.

  Her anorectic thinness and aversion to food made it difficult to understand how she had chosen the Food and Beverage Division as her bailiwick. She spouted a lot of hooey about bringing healthy eating to the parks and resorts while claiming to have a background in nutrition. According to gossip, that “background in nutrition” came directly from lectures in rehab where she ended up after her eating disorder and pill-popping got the better of her.

  More than once I’d seen the pill-popping for myself. “Vitamins,” she’d said as she knocked back a couple of pills during a meeting. “Allergies,” she’d told us at another event. At one point, during the first year of her rule, she’d taken an unexpected absence. Twenty-eight days to be exact, as in rehab. It was supposed to be hush-hush, of course. But people still speculated on the timing. While the cat’s away, the mice will play, so the adage goes. Those were 28 glorious days, despite the challenge of having to step in to fill her shoes without notice. Too soon, though, she was back at the helm, waving a finger in my face and speaking to me in a shrill voice. I can’t remember what accompanied the finger-pointing, since all I heard was that line from the Wizard of Oz: “And your little dog too!”

  I was considering early retirement when a position opened, here, in PR. Because of my minor in communications, I’d been more engaged in PR than most execs in the Food and Beverage Division. For years, I’d worked with key people in PR and knew what went on in the division very well. The director, Doug Addams, invited me to apply when his second-in-command made a sudden mid-career move to a “real PR firm.” Doug was not unaware of my plight having dealt with Mallory-the-Worm-Hearted, as he called her, many times. He was more than happy to facilitate my move.

  PR is a smaller division than Food and Beverage. The move had been a lateral one rather than a move up, but the Hallelujah Chorus had gone off in my head the day that position was offered to me. Despite the constant troubleshooting my new job involves, I am still inclined to do a little mambo whenever Doug and I leave a meeting in which Mallory is present. The absolute worst meetings are those in which her daddy was also in attendance. She affects a slight Southern drawl in his presence and a giggly, demure demeanor, with her claws and fangs retracted. The Southern accent is inexplicable, given she was brought up in Los Angeles.

  “Southern California,” Doug once offered with a shrug of his shoulders and a shake of his head. Even the Southern accent is easier to take than that obsequious little-girl routine.

  I’d just finished perusing my email, checking for any new hot spots on the “faux paws” radar, when all the trouble broke loose. My office phone rang, my smartphone pinged, an alert popped up on my desktop computer, and Doug Addams burst through my office door. He did not even knock—a breach of protocol for the oh-so-proper Director of PR.

  “We’ve got to get to Catmmando Mountain, now! They’ve found a body.” With that, he was gone. I grabbed my smartphone, made sure I was wearing my corporate nametag and set off in hot pursuit.

  “A body—as in a human one—a real dead person?” I ran to catch up with Doug as he reached the elevator and hit the down button.

  “Yes, a body. One of our maintenance guys found it and called it in. The police are on their way. Security has already shut down Catmmando Mountain Conquest and cordoned off the area. I’ve also sent a team from Crowd Control to set up a perimeter and redirect guests away from the scene.”

  2 Purrfect Murder

  In my quarter of a century working for the Cat, a lot of things had gone wrong. Despite the perfectly created setting with flowers always in bloom, birds chirping, butterflies flitting, manicured green grass, bubbling streams, waterfalls—life happens. People stumble and fall or have some other accident. Sometimes, those accidents involved a malfunction of the Raptor Rail, the cars on the Otterbaun, the Swan Boats or Pup Wagons—any one of a dozen Arcadia Park vehicles used to transport people. Even low-tech, horse-drawn carriages aren’t always safe. Live horses are unpredictable in a crowded park filled with squealing children, piped in music, toots and whistles. Accidents ca
n happen any day with tens of thousands of people coursing through the park.

  Our guests become sick, too. Folks sometimes arrive at the park sick and get sicker. Not surprising, since no one wants to disappoint kids counting on a trip to Arcadia. There have even been deaths in the park or at the resorts, typically a heart attack or stroke. This incident was the first time since I’d stepped into the PR role a year ago that I was dealing with a death in Arcadia Park.

  I stood next to Doug, in silence, as we rode the elevator down to the basement. He bowed his shoulders, like Atlas. A few years older than me, the sprinkle of gray in Doug’s hair was usually the only obvious sign of aging. Today a cloud hovered, making the lines on his face stand out. A dead body in the magical land of Arcadia was an enormous burden—a PR nightmare, for sure.

  We could have stopped at ground level. In a lovely complex of modern buildings located outside the theme park, our office building is surrounded by gardens and topiaries cultivated into the shape of our corporate cartoon characters. Other animals not yet turned into media darlings, danced and pranced among the famous Marley World figures along palm-lined streets and around fantasy fountains that adorn the World Headquarters campus. At night, the whole setting sparkles with twinkle lights, and the fountains cast off a colorful display.

  From ground level, we could have walked to a tram station, then hopped on the Raptor Rail and ridden to the park. The sleek monorail, embellished with the likeness of the Golden Eagle, was swift and could have taken us to the main gate in minutes. At this hour, that could be a mob scene. Instead, we opted to go underground. A golf cart would allow us to make our way through a network of underground tunnels, on a more direct route to Catmmando Mountain.

  Yes, there are tunnels beneath Arcadia Park and the surrounding corporate buildings—just like that other well-known theme park located in Florida. We didn’t use the “D-word” often. Mention of Disney was about as upsetting to Max Marley as the use of profanity. Not that he always avoided the use of four-letter words himself. Given his paternalistic managerial style, it was a “do as I say, not as I do” kind of rule.