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Ming & I

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Chapter One

It took a lot to get my attention that day. The first time June Troyan came into my shop, I barely noticed her. Her subsequent visit was a little more dramatic. I noticed her the second she came hurtling through the plate glass window. My customers noticed her as well. Prior to that rather dramatic and fatal second entrance, June was just one of many nondescript shoppers on the busiest Tuesday on record.

The night before, Channel 9 had done a special on the thriving antique business in Charlotte, and in a rare stroke of luck, my shop was singled out. It didn't hurt that it was azalea season, and the weather was as perfect as it gets this side of heaven. People came out in droves. Then to add to my unbelievably good fortune, a sudden but brief down pour came out of nowhere, trapping everyone inside. The gods were finally smiling on me.

My name is Abigail Timberlake, and I am the overworked owner and sole employee of the Den of Antiquity. I'm not complaining, mind you. I didn't mind having to wait on five people at once. It's just that I couldn't give every customer my full attention, especially those who have obviously come into my shop just to sell something. A mere glance at June and the ugly gray vase she was holding was all I needed to know that she was a seller, not a buyer. Of course I miss out on some exceptional buys. My friend and fellow shop owner, Wynnell Craw ford, once bought an exquisite set of nineteenth century Meissen figures in mint condition from a little old lady wearing only a babushka and a bath robe. I would have taken one look at the vendor and concluded that her wares originally came from Kmart, having possibly made several detours through area garage sales.

"What did you notice about the victim when she came in the first time?" Investigator Greg Washburn asked when he arrived on the scene. Greg, incidentally, is my boyfriend. He is tall, dark, and handsome, with gleaming white teeth and eyes that are Wedgwood blue. Greg is just an ego away from being a cliche. Fortunately he has no idea just how handsome he is. I, on the other hand, am four foot nine, with no outstanding colors. Enough said.

"I didn't notice anything," I wailed.

"Nothing?" "She was mousy," I said.

"Mousy?"

"Well, brownish then. Brown hair, brown clothes. That's all I remember."

"Her shoes and purse were Gucci." The speaker was a tall, leggy blond woman, a customer and fellow eyewitness detained for questioning. Greg turned to her. "Anything else?"

"Her dress was definitely not off the rack. Christian Dior, maybe."

"Some mouse," Greg said, and gave me a pitying look.

"Oh, her watch was a Rolex, and her earrings were from Tiffany," the blonde said triumphantly.

Greg rewarded her with one ofhis blinding smiles.

"She was wearing Shalimar," another woman customer said, vying for Greg's attention. "The perfume, not the cologne."

"Which has nothing to do with anything," I said. "She's still wearing all those things. The lab can tell you that. Isn't her behavior more important than her appearance?"

"Exactly," Greg said, but he failed to reward me with a blinding smile.

A distinguished-looking man, a frequent customer, stepped forward gallantly. "I think maybe she was drunk."

Greg turned to him. "Oh?"

"She kept bobbing back and forth."

"She was trying to get my attention," I said.

Greg graciously bestowed a bemused smile on me. "So, you saw nothing, did you?" Greg turned to Officer Sullivan, the first of Charlotte's finest on the scene. "That wasn't in the report, was it?"

Officer Sullivan shook his head. "You can see where she landed, sir. Just a broken chair. No sign of a vase."

"That broken chair is a genuine Louis XIV," I said. "Original upholstery."

"And outside?" Greg asked.

Officer Sullivan shook his head again. "The car came right up onto the sidewalk and hit her. No vase there either--or in the street."

"That's a shame," Greg said.

"One thousand six hundred and twenty-five dollars," I said, "but I would have taken off fifteen per cent just for the asking."

They both stared at me.

"The woman is dead," I reminded them. "There's nothing to be done about that. I, however, have a smashed window and a ruined chair."

Greg turned back to Officer Sullivan. "Any witnesses outside the shop?"

Officer Sullivan shook his head."Everyone was inside because of the downpour, but there are three witnesses who claim to have seen it from the shop across the street."

"Any of them get a make on the car? See who was driving?"

Officer Sullivan grinned. "All three of these people are sure of what they saw. One saw a black Cadillac driven by a middle-aged black man. One saw a beige station wagon driven by a young red-haired woman. The third saw an old white man in a blue Ford van. A large one. Possibly commercial."

"Figures," Greg said. "Which direction was the driver coming from?"

Officer Sullivan glanced at his notes and chuckled. "One said from the north, one from the south, and the third was positive about everything except that."

"I saw the car," the leggy blonde said. Personally I thought she was lying shamelessly just to get Greg's attention.

The Wedgwood eyes focused on her expectantly.

"It was the black man in the black Cadillac. He was going south." The blonde pointed north.

"I don't think so," I said.

The blonde glared at me.

Greg's eyes twinkled in amusement. "Do tell, Ab-- I mean, Ms. Timberlake."

"It was the blue Ford van," I said.

"Oh? And how do you know that?"

"Look outside. All the parking places are full. That's the most common complaint we get. But there"--I pointed to the right--"is the loading zone. Only trucks and large vans are permitted to park there, and then for only five minutes.

"My guess is that the driver of the van had pulled into that spot and was waiting for Ms. Troyan to come out. He then accelerated and"--I pointed to my smashed window--"there you have it."

"Likely story," the blonde said, tilting her man made shnoz skyward.

"Could betrue," Greg said. Copyright ) 1997 by Tamar Myers

Synopsis:

A mysterious woman tries to sell Abby a hideous old vase, and is killed as she exits Abby's shop, The Den of Antiquity. The vase then disappears, and Abby starts to investigate both the theft and the murder. But digging up skeletons buried in the history of the old Rosewood Plantation turns out to be a trespass on family secrets that threatens to get Abby killed.

Synopsis:

Rattling Old Family Skeletons

North Carolina native Abigail Timberlake, owner of the Den of Antiquity, is quick to dismiss the seller of a hideous old vase--until the poor lady comes hurtling back through the shop window minutes later, the victim f a fatal hit-and-run.

Tall, dark, and handsome Homicide Investigator Greg Washburn--who just happens to be Abby's boyfriend--is frustrated by conflicting accounts from eyewitnesses. And he's just short of furious with his ever-loving, when he learns it was a valuable Ming vase, and Abby let it vanish from the crime scene. Abby decides she had better find out for herself what happened to the treasure--and to the lady who was dying to get rid of it.

It turns out the victim had a lineage that would make a Daughter of the Confederacy green with envy, and her connection with the historic old Roselawn Plantation makes that a good place to start sleuthing. Thanks to her own mama's impeccable southern credentials, Abby is granted an appointment with the board members--but no one gives her permission to snoop. And digging into the long-festering secrets of a proud family of the Old South turns out to be a breach of good manners that could land Abby six feet under in the family plot.Rattling Old Family Skeletons

North Carolina native Abigail Timberlake, owner of the Den of Antiquity, is quick to dismiss the seller of a hideous old vase--until the poor lady comes hurtling back through the shop window minutes later, the victim f a fatal hit-and-run.

Tall, dark, and handsome Homicide Investigator Greg Washburn--who just happens to be Abbys boyfriend--is frustrated by conflicting accounts from eyewitnesses. And hes just short of furious with his ever-lovin, when he learns it was a valuable Ming vase, and Abby let it vanish from the crime scene. Abby decides she had better find out for herself what happened to the treasure--and to the lady who was dying to get rid of it.

It turns out the victim had a lineage that would make a Daughter of the Confederacy green with envy, and her connection with the historic old Roselawn Plantation makes that a good place to start sleuthing. Thanks to her own mamas impeccable southern credentials, Abby is granted an appointment with the board members--but no one gives her permission to snoop. And digging into the long-festering secrets of a proud family of the Old South turns out to be a breach of good manners that could land Abby six feet under in the family plot.

About the Author

Tamar Myers is the author of The Headhunter's Daughter and The Witch Doctor's Wife, sixteen Den of Antiquity mysteries, and seventeen Pennsylvania-Dutch mysteries. Born and raised in the Congo, she lives in North Carolina.

Product Details

ISBN:
9780380792559
Author:
Myers, Tamar
Publisher:
Avon
Author:
by Tamar Myers
Location:
New York :
Subject:
General
Subject:
Fiction
Subject:
Mystery & Detective - General
Subject:
Mystery & Detective - Series
Subject:
Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths
Subject:
Mystery & detective
Subject:
Porcelain, chinese
Subject:
Antique dealers
Subject:
Timberlake, Abigail (Fictitious character) -- Fiction.
Subject:
Mystery fiction
Subject:
Romance - Contemporary
Subject:
Mystery-A to Z
Copyright:
Edition Description:
Mass Market PB
Series:
Den of Antiquity
Publication Date:
19971101
Binding:
Paperback
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Illustrations:
Yes
Pages:
256
Dimensions:
6.92x4.18x.73 in. .30 lbs.

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Product details 256 pages Avon Books - English 9780380792559 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by , A mysterious woman tries to sell Abby a hideous old vase, and is killed as she exits Abby's shop, The Den of Antiquity. The vase then disappears, and Abby starts to investigate both the theft and the murder. But digging up skeletons buried in the history of the old Rosewood Plantation turns out to be a trespass on family secrets that threatens to get Abby killed.
"Synopsis" by , Rattling Old Family Skeletons

North Carolina native Abigail Timberlake, owner of the Den of Antiquity, is quick to dismiss the seller of a hideous old vase--until the poor lady comes hurtling back through the shop window minutes later, the victim f a fatal hit-and-run.

Tall, dark, and handsome Homicide Investigator Greg Washburn--who just happens to be Abby's boyfriend--is frustrated by conflicting accounts from eyewitnesses. And he's just short of furious with his ever-loving, when he learns it was a valuable Ming vase, and Abby let it vanish from the crime scene. Abby decides she had better find out for herself what happened to the treasure--and to the lady who was dying to get rid of it.

It turns out the victim had a lineage that would make a Daughter of the Confederacy green with envy, and her connection with the historic old Roselawn Plantation makes that a good place to start sleuthing. Thanks to her own mama's impeccable southern credentials, Abby is granted an appointment with the board members--but no one gives her permission to snoop. And digging into the long-festering secrets of a proud family of the Old South turns out to be a breach of good manners that could land Abby six feet under in the family plot.Rattling Old Family Skeletons

North Carolina native Abigail Timberlake, owner of the Den of Antiquity, is quick to dismiss the seller of a hideous old vase--until the poor lady comes hurtling back through the shop window minutes later, the victim f a fatal hit-and-run.

Tall, dark, and handsome Homicide Investigator Greg Washburn--who just happens to be Abbys boyfriend--is frustrated by conflicting accounts from eyewitnesses. And hes just short of furious with his ever-lovin, when he learns it was a valuable Ming vase, and Abby let it vanish from the crime scene. Abby decides she had better find out for herself what happened to the treasure--and to the lady who was dying to get rid of it.

It turns out the victim had a lineage that would make a Daughter of the Confederacy green with envy, and her connection with the historic old Roselawn Plantation makes that a good place to start sleuthing. Thanks to her own mamas impeccable southern credentials, Abby is granted an appointment with the board members--but no one gives her permission to snoop. And digging into the long-festering secrets of a proud family of the Old South turns out to be a breach of good manners that could land Abby six feet under in the family plot.

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