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  Pedicures & Prejudice

  Beauty Secrets Mystery 4

  Stephanie Damore

  Pink Sapphire Press

  Pedicures & Prejudice

  Stephanie Damore

  Copyright © Stephanie Damore 2017

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  For the dreamers and believers.

  Keep being you.

  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

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Beauty & Bloodshed

  About the Author

  1

  The helicopter lurched forward and I swore for a second that Vince was up to his usual tricks. My bestie’s husband was a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Causing his helicopter to take a dip would be just his idea of fun. But then there was rattling. And the power went out. I would never forget the all-out panic that filled me as we continued to race toward the ground. Hysteria. That’s the word I’d later use when recalling the crash. I may have screamed. I know Aria did.

  Instinctively I reached for Finn’s hand. He clasped his hand firmly with mine and with my other hand I braced for impact on the roof of the cabin. My feet were pushed into Vince’s seat in front of me. I squeezed my eyes shut as our aircraft made its rapid descent.

  Sweet sugar, this is how it’s going to end. I was going to die in a helicopter crash in the desert.

  Finn’s grip on my hand tighten. I turned and opened my eyes, staring hard into his. His gaze was just as intense.

  “I love you,” he said.

  At least I think that’s what he said. It was hard to make out anything over Aria’s screams. It didn’t matter. I didn’t need to hear the words to know that my only regret in life was that I hadn’t had a chance to marry him.

  The helicopter swooped and swirled out of control. Vince fought to steady the aircraft.

  “Hold on!” he yelled, followed by some additional words in Spanish. Trust me, I was holding on as tight as I could.

  Aria screamed right until the moment the helicopter crash landed in the brush.

  “OOF!” My body was thrown hard and pitched forward, where it remained, saved by the five-point harness that I clung to like a kid on a roller coaster ride. “Get out, get out, get out,” was all I could say. I kept thinking we needed to escape the fuselage before something catastrophic happened, like an explosion. Not a rational thought, but I couldn’t blame my brain for thinking that way. My fingers couldn’t work fast enough to unbuckle myself.

  “I got you, babe.” Finn was quicker than I, having escaped his harness in less than five seconds, and he helped me undo mine in a hot second. Vince apparently had done the same. I saw him kick Aria’s door open, jump out and turn around to help his wife down. Finn and I followed route and managed to safely climb out of the aircraft and stumble after them in the desert.

  “Guys, everyone okay?” Finn asked, taking inventory of the group. I looked at my arms and legs as if seeing them for the first time. Miraculously, I was unharmed.

  “Vince, your eye,” Aria said, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.

  Vince’s face had pretty nasty-looking gash above his eye, splitting his eye brow. Aria went to raise her arm to brush his hair out of his eyes and winced.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “It’s just my shoulder.” I could already see a bruise forming on her bare shoulder from the impact of hitting her right arm on the door when we crashed. In fact, I was sure we’d all be sporting a few bruises, but I would take that any day over what could have been. Aria burst into tears and I knew how she felt.

  My Nana in heaven was one busy guardian angel. With one hand holding Finn’s, I reached up with the other and squeezed the cross around my neck, closing my eyes and letting out a deep exhale of gratitude.

  I looked over at my bestie. Vince was doing his best to calm her down, but she was getting more worked up by the second. I struggled with a way to help, feeling much the same—overwhelmed. I turned to look at Finn. He had something else entirely on his mind. He wrapped me in the most tender hug and I was sure he would never let me go.

  “I thought that was it, babe,” he said, kissing the top of my head. I squeezed him a little bit tighter.

  “I know.” I would have liked to stay that way, but the fact remained that we were standing in the middle of the Mojave Desert with a crashed helicopter and my hysterical best friend. I gave Finn an extra squeeze and lifted my chin to kiss him softly on the lips before letting go of his embrace.

  “The girl, the girl, the girl.” Aria stammered.

  “What girl, sweetie? I’m right here. Amelia’s back home.” Amelia was Vince’s six-year-old daughter, but that’s not who she was referring to. In fact, she wasn’t referring to me either. Aria pointed at the scrub brush right besides us. I spotted the brightly-patterned bag first. It looked like a purse, or maybe an overnight bag. I dropped Finn’s hand and took a few steps closer and wished I hadn’t.

  Sweet sugar, the bag belonged to the body of a woman. She was sprawled out face-first on the desert floor. Thick red blood clotted her hair, and a bloodied rock lay just in front of her. There was no point in rushing to her aid. In fact, I took a couple steps back.

  My first instinct was to reach for my cell phone and call the police. But my cell was in my purse, which was still back at the helicopter, and I really didn’t want to go back and search for it. I shudder to think what would happen if the entire thing blew.

  Fortunately, Finn had carried his phone in his back pocket; however, the way he started to walk around in a circle told me there wasn’t much hope for a signal. And Vince was focused on trying to get Aria to calm down. Unlike me, this was Aria’s first time finding a dead body.

  “What do we do?” I said to Finn. We had to alert the authorities about the poor dead girl, and our fate wouldn’t be much better if we didn’t find a way out of this barren land.

  I knew it was a bad idea when Vince offered to take us for a ride. I should have listened to my instincts and not the tourist operator’s enthusiastic assurance. Something tells me his opinion was heavily swayed by the wad of cash in his hand.

  Finn motioned with his head toward the base of the foothills, where another type of smoke rose steadily into the air. “What about that over there?” he asked.

  It was hard to tell for certain, but if I squ
inted hard enough it looked like an SUV with a tent set up beside it. Who would have ever imagined that anyone would readily go camping out here? Maybe I was more of a city girl than I thought. I could only hope that the people who were camping weren’t the same ones responsible for this poor woman’s demise.

  Finn and I led the way with Aria and Vince trailing after us. I noticed a sign marking the Valley of Fire Campground about the same time we noticed a couple of four-wheelers heading in our direction. In the twilight, the lights of the off-road ATVs bounced off the rough terrain. I thought back to the body in the desert not more than a quarter mile behind us and the lights riding toward us. First a helicopter crash, then a dead body, and now this? Vegas was not how I imagined it. I wondered if Vince’s SOS calls had reached anyone before we crashed.

  “How confident are we that they’re the good guys?” I asked Finn.

  He looked at the surrounding scrubby landscape, seemingly drawing the same conclusion as me. “If they’re not, we’re in trouble. There’s nowhere to hide.”

  It didn’t help that as the riders got closer, all I could see were bandanas covering their faces.

  We instinctively stopped and formed a circle with our backs to one another. A protective stance. The riders stopped just before us. I turned my head away from the dust cloud.

  “Y’all okay?” The woman’s Southern drawl was music to my ears. She lowered her bandana and brushed the dust out of her hair.

  “We saw your bird go down. Thought the worse,” the second rider said, also a woman.

  “We’re okay. A little beat up,” I replied.

  “Do you by chance have cell service?” Finn asked.

  “Already called for help,” the first rider said. She held up a little orange and black device that looked like a walkie-talkie. These women were going to be my new best friends. As soon as we got out of here, I was sending them ginormous gift baskets and a lifetime supply of my Sugar & Sass products. Whatever they wanted, on the house.

  “You guys want a lift back to our camp? We have a fire going for warmth and a first aid kit that can get that cut cleaned up. It’s going to be a bit before the authorities can get here,” the second rider said.

  “That’d be great. Thanks, ladies,” Vince replied, with a comforting arm around Aria. Tears still streamed down her face.

  While we waited for help to arrive, the men downed plastic cups of whiskey and I devoured Irene and Eileen’s chocolate stash. It turned out that our new heroes had a bit of a sweet tooth. It was the perfect remedy to a day that had spiraled completely out of control, literally.

  We were sitting around the fire when the park ranger arrived. Being closest, he was sent to us first to assess the situation and see what additional help was needed.

  “We received a distress call?” the ranger asked, looking around at our seemingly normal campsite.

  “I, sir, our helicopter crashed,” Vince said, standing and swaying a bit. I was thinking Eileen’s hand had been a little heavy when she poured those drinks.

  “Come again?” The park ranger asked, looking to the rest of us for confirmation.

  “Our sight-seeing ride didn’t go as planned and our helicopter made a crash landing. It’s a couple of miles that way.” I pointed in the general direction. By now it was way past sunset, and out here I could see the stars better than my own hand in front of my face.

  “Is everyone okay?” the ranger asked.

  “A little shaken, and somewhat stirred at this point, but we’re okay. We’re just going to need a lift out of here,” Finn said.

  “Well that and the dead girl,” I said casually. Aria flinched at the mention of the dead body. She had long since stopped crying and had spent most of the waiting time staring at the embers in the fire, refusing both alcohol and chocolate. Knowing Aria, my bet was that she was attempting to find some clarity of mind.

  “Come again?”

  “We found a dead body when we crashed. I think it’s a woman,” I clarified.

  The ranger looked at me like I was joking. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said.

  “Trust me, it happens at an alarming rate with this one,” Finn said.

  “Dead bodies?” The ranger asked. Finn nodded, knowingly. The ranger assessed me in a new light.

  “Thanks, babes,” I replied to my beau.

  “Anytime.”

  “Do you want me to show you where the body’s at?” I asked the ranger.

  “Nope, I’ll take your word on it. I’m just going to call this all in and wait for the police to get here,” he said.

  “Now you know why they’re drinking,” Irene said.

  “That I do,” the ranger replied.

  It took the detective just over an hour to reach us. The crime van and reporters followed in short order.

  “Hi, folks, I’m Detective Hart. I understand you were in a helicopter crash and you found some human remains?” she asked. I liked that she was calm about everything, like this sort of business happened every day. Then again, she was probably used to some pretty whacked-out cases working for the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department.

  No one else was talking, so I took the lead.

  “We did. How about I show you where they’re at? It’s about two miles that way,” I said.

  “I’ll come with you guys,” Finn added.

  “Hop in the SUV and you can lead the way,” Detective Hart said.

  “Where are we at exactly?” I asked the detective while she drove to the scene.

  “About 50 miles east of Las Vegas. Lake Mead and the dam are just up the road.” She pointed to her right. I nodded my head, trying to picture in my mind where that was exactly, but my sense of direction was a little fuzzy.

  “Where you guys from?” she asked.

  “Port Haven, South Carolina. We’re out here for the Women’s Leadership Conference. I’m scheduled to speak on Saturday. Thought we’d do a little sight-seeing first,” I said.

  “How’s that working out for you?” Detective Hart said with a smile.

  In terms of dealing with detectives at crime scenes, I’d have to say that this experience was one of the better ones. Detective Hart was more appreciative of us contacting the police than being accusatory. A nice change of pace.

  “The body is right over here,” I said before completely losing my mind. “Sugar!” I screamed, kicking my foot and stomping around. Detective Hart drew her gun and Finn stepped in front of me to shield me.

  “What, what is it?” he asked, shining his flashlight along the landscape.

  “Sorry, spider.” Understatement. Make that tarantula. I’d take a rattlesnake or bobcat any day over the furry eight-legged arachnid. As irrational as that sounded.

  “I’m so sorry guys, it ran right across my foot,” I said.

  Detective Hart lowered her gun, and Finn smiled. I definitely was not liking Las Vegas one bit.

  “This isn’t good,” Detective Hart said, bending down to look at the body. I imagined it wasn’t. “Let me get some more information from you guys and then we’ll get you out of here.”

  Neither Finn nor I said a word. That plan sounded perfect to me.

  2

  Despite the excitement from the night before, Aria and I managed to arrive the conference right on time the next morning. I might have been bright eyed, but I sure as sugar wasn’t bushy tailed. In fact, in our attempt to be on time we completely bypassed the hotel’s barista. Five minutes into the first presenter, I wished we hadn’t. I needed my chai latte in the morning just as much as Aria needed her Sun Salutations. I was pretty sure she spent most of last night meditating given her Zen-like state this morning. Me? I was trying not to doze off.

  And I would have if it wasn’t for the hundreds of eyes staring at me. I was a keynote speaker, but I wasn’t scheduled to speak until the day after tomorrow. Besides, I highly doubted that many people recognized me from the two-inch photo printed in the conference’s literature.

  “What is going o
n?” Aria asked me out of the corner of her mouth.

  “You feel it too?”

  “You mean like everyone is staring at us? Might as well live in a fishbowl.”

  “I know.” At that minute, I heard a couple of people whispering and I just knew it was about us. I seriously couldn’t stand it. “Let’s leave right after this speaker.”

  “I’m good with that,” Aria replied.

  Forty-five agonizing minutes later, the woman finished her piece on Demographic Changes and Their Impact on the Economy. We stood to make our exit before the applause even ended.

  “Ziva?” A woman stopped us just as we were about to escape through the conference room’s doors.

  “Yes?” I knew I didn’t know this woman, who looked about as uncomfortable as I had just felt. Her brown hair was pulled back into a plain high ponytail and her eyes were magnified by a pair of plastic red-framed glasses that were far too big for her face.

  “Hi, I’m Shelly Stevens from the Desert Sun Tribune? I was just wondering if I could ask you a couple of questions.”

  “About?” The conference organizers told me a few reporters would be on hand to gather publicity information, but I seriously doubted that’s what Ms. Stevens was after.

  “Um, I heard that you found Melanie May’s body yesterday? At least I believe that was you at the crime scene,” Shelly said.

  “Lovely.” That explained all the eyeballs. To think I had assumed the reporters weren’t paying any attention to us. Rookie mistake. More than one person was waiting for me to answer. If my memory served me correctly, Melanie May was a fashion designer who was scheduled to speak at the conference as well.