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  Espresso and Evil

  Agatha Frost

  Published by Pink Tree Publishing Limited in 2017

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  Contents

  About This Book

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  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

  Thank You!

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  About This Book

  Released: June 20th 2017

  Words: 48,000

  Series: Book 6 - Peridale Cozy Café Mystery Series

  Standalone: Yes

  Cliff-hanger: No

  When a coffee shop opens in the village, Julia is surprised when her customers flock to the new business, leaving her café almost empty. A failed protest against the corporate chain store leaves Julia wondering if her cafe can survive, but she suddenly has bigger fish to fry when the owner of the coffee shop is poisoned, and she is framed for his murder.

  As Julia attempts to clear her name, she is stopped in her tracks when an unwanted familiar face arrives in Peridale. Her past and present crash together, threatening to jeopardise her blossoming relationship with Barker. Julia's history is back to haunt her, and she is forced to deal with the consequences of her actions before its too late. Somebody is trying to frame Julia for her rival's murder, but can she juggle her most challenging case yet with her complicated love life before she loses more than just her café?

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  1

  “Cheap, sugar-filled nonsense!” Dot exclaimed, turning to face the room as she crushed a Happy Bean coffee cup in her fist. “This is not what Peridale is about.”

  There was a murmur of agreement among the dozen people in the village hall. Barker squeezed Julia’s hand reassuringly as they listened from the front seats.

  “We cannot let these corporate bullies push us around!” Dot cried, tossing the cup vehemently to the floor. “We must protect our way of life!”

  Julia looked around the village hall, glad to see some of the familiar faces she hadn’t seen since the new chain coffee shop had sprung up in the village, seemingly overnight.

  “You may nod your head now, Amy Clark, but you’re no better than the rest of them!” Dot pulled a small notepad from the breast pocket of her white blouse, licked her finger, and flicked through the pages until she landed on what she was looking for. “I saw you on Thursday, walking to the library with one of their cups in your hand!”

  Amy Clark dropped her head and glanced apologetically at Julia. She smiled back to try and let her know it was okay, even if she did feel a little betrayed.

  “And you, Shilpa Patil!” Dot cried, turning on her heels and extending a finger into the sea of faces as she flicked to the next page. “Don’t think I didn’t see you sneaking back into the post office with one of their sandwiches!”

  Shilpa opened her mouth to defend herself before catching Julia’s eyes and joining Amy in looking down at the floor.

  “Processed rubbish!” Dot exclaimed as she tucked the notepad back into her blouse. She began to pace the small village hall as she adjusted the brooch holding her stiff collar in place, her pleated skirt fluttering side to side and her sensible shoes clicking on the polished wooden floor. “Doesn’t this village mean anything to any of you?”

  There was another murmur as all eyes landed on the floor. Julia wasn’t sure if it was from remorse or out of fear of what Dot would do if they continued to stare at her.

  “It’s open a lot later than Julia’s café,” Father David offered, still in his black robes and dog collar. “I’m usually at the church late in the evenings.”

  “And it’s cheaper,” Imogen Carter dared to mumble. “Julia doesn’t make chai lattes, and I really like them.”

  “You only had to ask,” Julia said, the hurt evident in her voice. “I would make anything for any of you. You should know that.”

  They squirmed in their seats, glancing guiltily at each other. Harriet Barnes from the florist mouthed an apology to Julia, which she was grateful for. Julia clenched Barker’s hand tightly, turning back to her gran as Dot stared out at the room with crossed arms and pursed lips.

  “When that place opened up two weeks ago, you all swore you wouldn’t desert my granddaughter!” Dot started again, her tone suddenly softer. “But one by one, like sheep being led to slaughter, you’ve betrayed the only woman in this village who has been there for every single one of you since her café opened! Two years of service, and for what?”

  “Gran,” Julia said with a shake of her head. “That’s enough.”

  “No, she’s right, Julia!” Jessie, Julia’s young apprentice and lodger cried, jumping up from her seat next to her. “You said it yourself! The café’s sales have never been so low!”

  Julia squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, her cheeks blushing from embarrassment. She had been ignoring that the sales had barely been covering the bills since the coffee shop had opened across the village green, but hearing Jessie say the words aloud only cemented how much trouble her business was in.

  “It’s not just us!” Emily Burns, Julia’s closest neighbour called out. “The tourists have been going there too.”

  “But it’s not the tourists who keep the café afloat when it’s cold, or raining,” Dot said, pinching between her eyes. “It’s you people. The villagers. Julia’s café is the beating heart of Peridale, and you’re happy to watch it die.”

  “We came to this meeting, didn’t we?” Amy Clark, the elderly organist from the church said, suddenly sitting up, her brows furrowed. “Why else would we be here if we didn’t care?”

  “Because she threatened to cut the heads off my beloved roses!” Emily said, pointing at Dot.

  “And she told me she’d start catching the bus to a
post office out of the village if I didn’t come!” Shilpa said. “I’m a local business too!”

  “Do you serve coffee, Shilpa?” Dot asked.

  “Well, no, but –”

  “Then this meeting isn’t about you!” Dot snapped as she began to pace back and forth again. “Do you people want to help, or not?”

  “What can we do?” Emily asked.

  A devious grin spread across Dot’s face. She scurried across the hall to the table at the side of the room, which usually contained refreshments for the different village meetings. Instead of refreshments, there were two large brown cardboard boxes that Julia hadn’t noticed until now.

  “We protest!” Dot announced as she pulled a Stanley knife from her small handbag. “This Saturday!”

  Julia’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. She exhaled and looked up at the ceiling, wondering if the last two weeks had been nothing more than a cruel nightmare. When she looked back at Dot as she sliced the knife down the tape holding the box together, she knew it was all too real. She had dreamed of owning a café since she was a little girl, and she could feel that dream decaying crumb by crumb.

  “Isn’t that illegal?” Amy asked, shifting in her seat. “I’m not going to prison for the sake of a café, no offence, Julia.”

  Julia shook her head to let her know no offence was taken.

  “It’s not illegal if we don’t block the road, harass people, or stop entry to the building,” Barker announced, letting go of Julia’s hand to stand up and face the group. “I’ve already asked a couple of boys at the station to supervise, and they’re more than happy to help.”

  Julia stared curiously at Barker, and then at Jessie. It was clear Dot had already let them in on her plans. Dot pulled a white t-shirt out of the box and let it hang proudly down her front.

  “‘Choose Local Coffee’,” Dot announced, reading upside down from the black slogan on the t-shirt. “I got the idea from that campaign George Michael did in the eighties. We wear these on Saturday, and we let people know that there is an alternative to that soulless machine! Are you getting all of this, Johnny?”

  Johnny Watson, who had been scribbling down everything Dot had just said for an article for The Peridale Post looked up and nodded. He adjusted his glasses and returned to his note taking.

  “I foresaw this would happen!” Evelyn from the B&B announced as she clutched at the glittery brooch holding her purple turban in place, apparently channelling her psychic powers once more. “The cards mentioned a disruption in the village! I should have taken them more seriously!”

  People looked awkwardly at each other as Evelyn began to hum and rock back and forth with her fingers pressed at her temples. As though to provide a distraction, Barker dragged off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal that he was already wearing one of the t-shirts. Jessie pulled off her black hoody and stood defiantly next to Barker in her own t-shirt.

  “This is important,” Jessie called out, planting her hands on her hips. “Whether you like it or not, you’re all responsible for keeping local businesses open. Who is with us?”

  A couple of people mumbled, but nobody immediately stood up. Julia looked out into the sea of faces, wondering if any of them would have come if Dot hadn’t threatened them. Emily Burns eventually stood up, dragging Amy Clark up with her. Julia’s heart warmed a little.

  “Of course, we are with you, Julia,” Emily called out, looking encouragingly at the others. “We just didn’t realise the harm we were doing.”

  “I only really drink Moroccan tea, but I’m sure you’ll put that on the menu if I give you some more,” Evelyn said as she darted up, her purple caftan fluttering dramatically around her. “I’m with you! The cards predicted I would join a cause this week. How exciting!”

  One by one the people in the room stood up and stepped forwards to collect a t-shirt from Dot. As they passed Julia, they all mumbled their apologies with their t-shirts clenched in their hands.

  “Is this a private meeting or can anybody join?” a voice called from the back of the room, turning everyone’s heads.

  When Julia saw Anthony Kennedy’s face, she suddenly felt sick. Jessie stepped forward, her fists clenched by her side, but Barker put out a hand to hold her back.

  “You are not welcome here,” Dot called, pushing through the crowd so that she was face to face with the man who had brought Happy Bean to the village. “Get out!”

  “‘Choose Local Coffee’?” Anthony read aloud, a smirk tickling his lips as he ran his fingers through his blow-dried blonde hair. “You realise I am local, don’t you? I was born in this village, and I’ve lived here for sixty-two years!”

  Barker wrapped his hand around Julia’s again, squeezing harder than ever before. She was unable to look at the man who was single-handily destroying her business.

  “You’re a traitor!” Dot cried, wagging a finger in his face. “This village isn’t about franchises and corporations. It’s about real people. You know how much Julia loves that café!”

  “It’s not personal,” he said, stepping around Dot to look at Julia. “It’s just business.”

  Julia avoided Anthony’s eyes. She knew the betrayal hurt so bitterly because her gran was right; Anthony did know how much Julia had always wanted to run her own café.

  “You were the best man at Julia’s father’s wedding!” Dot announced, turning back to the crowd to make sure they were listening. “You’ve known her since the day she was born. This is personal.”

  Julia’s stomach squirmed uncomfortably. She wanted nothing more than to retreat to the safety of her cottage and bury her head in some baking to take her away from the stress.

  “Julia, love,” Anthony called out, stepping around Dot. “It is just business!”

  Daring to look up, Julia met Anthony’s eyes, but she didn’t see an ounce of compassion or remorse in his eyes, she just saw the cold and ruthless gaze she had come to know from the man. She looked away, scared she was going to say something she would regret in front of the people who were here to help her.

  Anthony laughed coldly and dropped his gaze. He turned on the spot, his Cuban heels squeaking on the polished floor. Before he reached the door, he stopped in his tracks and looked into the crowd. He opened his mouth to speak, before shaking his head and marching out of the village hall as he pulled a packet of cigarettes from his jacket’s inside pocket. Julia looked in the direction of what had caught Anthony’s attention. She was surprised to see Anthony’s teenage son, Gareth Kennedy, among the faces there to support her.

  “How do you even know that guy?” Jessie asked. “He’s a slime ball.”

  “He was my father’s business partner,” Julia said as her heart rate slowed down. “They ran the antique barn together.”

  Julia swallowed a lump in her throat, knowing he had been much more than that. She had called him Uncle Anthony, even after she had figured out that he wasn’t really her uncle. He was as much a part of her childhood memories as her mother and father, or Dot and her sister, Sue.

  “Come to spy?” Dot asked Gareth, marching towards him in a similar fashion she had his father. “You can get out too!”

  “I agree with you,” Gareth said, catching Julia’s eye. “It’s not right what he’s done.”

  Julia didn’t know Gareth that well, but she appreciated the support all the same. He was seventeen, the same age as Jessie, and had come to Anthony and his wife, Rosemary, later in life, which had surprised everyone, including Julia. Anthony had never made it a secret that he never had any desire to have children.

  Dot pursed her lips at the young boy before throwing him a t-shirt and scurrying back to the front of the group. Gareth looked down at the shirt in his hands as he chewed the inside of his cheek. There was no denying he was his father’s son. Gareth’s hair might have been styled a little more modern than his father’s blow-dried mullet, but it was still the same golden hue. They also shared the same blue eyes, strong nose and jaw, and broad frame.
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br />   “We’ll meet at midday on Saturday!” Dot announced, waving her hands to hush the chattering group. “Spread the word! We need all of the people we can get.”

  There was a final murmur of agreement before people filtered out of the room. When they were alone in the village hall, Julia let out a sigh of relief as she sat back in her seat.

  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked, looking down at the t-shirt in her hands. “It seems a little extreme.”

  “You’ve worked too hard for this,” Dot said, sitting next to Julia and taking her hand. “This was all you talked about as a little girl. Even when you were in London for all those years, you’d still tell me on the phone how you were desperate to run your own café one day, even if Jerrad didn’t care about what you wanted.”

  Dot suddenly bit her tongue, her eyes widening when she realised what she had said. They both turned to Barker, who looked confused at the pair of them.

  “Who’s Jerrad?” he asked quickly.

  Julia opened her mouth, unsure of what to say. It had been five months since she had met Barker, but the time had never felt right to tell him about her twelve-year marriage. Her cheeks burned brightly as her mind turned to soup.

  “Did I miss it?” Sue called out as she hurried into the village hall, her hands in the small of her back with her small bump poking out of her blue nurse’s uniform. “The traffic was murder!”

  An audible sigh of relief left the mouths of Jessie, Dot, and Julia. Glad of the distraction, Julia hurried over and kissed Sue on the cheek before passing her a t-shirt.

 

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