Title: Skeletons in the Attic
Author: Judy Penz Sheluk
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About the book
What goes on behind closed doors doesn’t always stay there…
Calamity (Callie) Barnstable isn’t surprised to learn she’s
the sole beneficiary of her late father’s estate, though she is shocked to discover she has inherited
a house in the town of Marketville—a house she didn’t know existed. However,
there are conditions attached to Callie’s inheritance: she must move to
Marketville, live in the house, and solve her mother’s murder.
Callie’s not keen on dredging up a thirty-year-old mystery,
but if she doesn’t do it, there’s a scheming psychic named Misty Rivers who is
more than happy to expose the Barnstable family secrets. Determined to thwart
Misty and fulfill her father’s wishes, Callie accepts the challenge. But is she
ready to face the skeletons hidden in the attic?
Excerpt
Leith Hampton let
out a theatrical courtroom sigh, well practiced but over the top for his
audience of one. “You haven’t really been listening, have you, Calamity?”
I was forced to admit I had not, although he now had my
undivided attention. Marketville was a commuter community about an hour north
of Toronto, the sort of town where families with two kids, a collie, and a cat
moved to looking for a bigger house, a better school, and soccer fields. It
didn’t sound much like me, or my father.
“You’re saying my father owned a house in Marketville? I
don’t understand. Why didn’t he live there?”
Leith shrugged. “It seems he couldn’t bear to part with it,
and he couldn’t stand living in it. He’s been renting it out since 1986.”
The year my mother had left. I’d been six. I tried to remember
a house in Marketville. Nothing came to mind. Even my memories of my mother
were vague.
“The house has gone through some hard times, what with
tenants coming and going over the years,” Leith continued. “I’ve done my best
to manage the property for a modest monthly maintenance fee, but not living
nearby…” He colored slightly and I wondered just how modest that fee had been.
I glanced back at the photo of his vibrant young family and suspected such
treasures did not come cheap. There was probably alimony for the other trophy
wives as well. I decided to let it go. My father had trusted him. That had to
be enough.
“So you’re saying I’ve inherited a fixer-upper.”
“I suppose you could put it that way, although your father
had recently hired a company to make some basic improvements when the last
tenant moved out.” He flipped through his notes in the folder. “Royce
Contracting and Property Management. I gather the owner of the company, Royce
Ashford, lives next door. But I’m not sure much, if anything, has been done to
the house yet. Naturally all work would have stopped following your father’s
death.”
“You said he wanted me to move into the house? When was he
going to tell me?”
“I think the initial plan was that your father was going to
move back in there. But of course now—”
“Now that he’s dead, you think he wanted me to move there?”
“Actually, it’s more than wanted, Calamity. It’s a
provision of the will that you move into Sixteen Snapdragon Circle for a period
of one year. After that time, you are free to do what you wish with it. Go back
to renting it, continue to live there, or sell it.”
“And if I decide to sell it?”
“Homes in that area of Marketville typically sell quickly
and for a decent price, certainly several times your parents’ original
investment back in 1979. You’d have to put in some elbow grease, not to mention
some basic renovations, but your father left you some money for that as well.”
“He had money set aside? Enough for renovations?” I thought
about the shabby townhouse, the threadbare carpets, the flannel sheet covering
holes in the fabric of the ancient olive green brocade sofa. I always thought
my dad was frugal because he had to be. It never occurred to me he was
squirreling away money to fix up a house I didn’t even know existed.
“About a hundred thousand dollars, although only half of
that is allocated to renovation. The balance of fifty thousand would be paid to
you in weekly installments while you lived there rent-free. Certainly enough
for you to take a year off work and fulfill the other requirement.”
Fifty thousand dollars. Almost twice what I made in a
single year at my call center job at the bank. Leaving there would definitely
not be a hardship. And my month-to-month lease would be easy enough to break
with thirty days notice. “What’s the other requirement?”
Leith leaned back in his chair and let out another one of
his theatrical sighs. I got the impression he didn’t really approve of the
condition.
“Your father wants you to find out who murdered your
mother. And he believes the clues may be hidden in the Marketville house.”
About the author:
Judy Penz Sheluk’s debut mystery novel,
The Hanged Man’s Noose, was published in July 2015. Skeletons in the Attic, the
first book in her Marketville Mystery Series, was published in August 2016.
Judy’s short crime fiction appears in World Enough and
Crime, The Whole She-Bang 2, Flash and Bang and Live Free or Tri.
Judy is a member of Sisters in Crime, Crime Writers of
Canada, International Thriller Writers and the Short Mystery Fiction Society.
Find Judy on her website/blog at www.judypenzsheluk.com,
where she interviews other authors and blogs about the writing life.
Find Judy’s books on Amazon:
amazon.com/author/judypenzsheluk
