A Wedding to Die For

A Wedding to Die For

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The Talbotts are back again…
When Jeanine Talbott’s dad remarries, the whole family comes together for a weekend of festivities—that is, until the wedding planner is murdered. This family, unfortunately, is no stranger to mystery or murder.
The Talbotts cooperate with the authorities and do a bit of their own sleuthing as well. Adding to the mystery is a cranky wilderness expert, a nosy ranger, and Daniel Boone.
Jeanine wanted her dad to have a wedding to die for, but not quite so literally.

 


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The Talbotts are back again…
When Jeanine Talbott’s dad remarries, the whole family comes together for a weekend of festivities—that is, until the wedding planner is murdered. This family, unfortunately, is no stranger to mystery or murder.
The Talbotts cooperate with the authorities and do a bit of their own sleuthing as well. Adding to the mystery is a cranky wilderness expert, a nosy ranger, and Daniel Boone.
Jeanine wanted her dad to have a wedding to die for, but not quite so literally.

 

This product will be in stock on Friday 28 June, 2019.

 


Excerpt


Prologue



In recent years, the Talbott clan has had their fair share of blessings and joy—not the least of these include my father’s bride, Margo, as well as the blooming relationship between Frank and Aimee.

But in addition to the good stuff, we’ve had a more-than-usual allotment of the not-so-good. Some of it showed the worst of sin and gave my kids homeschooling lessons that I wished they’d never had. They’ve already seen the results of three violent crimes. That’s too much evil for a couple of sweet kids.

I was staring up at some of that evil right now. Yea, up. Murder victim number four that I had encountered was tied into the branches of a tree.

Before I set the stage for replaying our latest adventure, I should backpedal just enough so you know who’s talking to you. My name is Jeanine. Jeanine Talbott. I am the homeschooling mom of two of the most (usually) delightful kids. Justin just turned twelve and Josie is ten. It’s hard for me to believe that by my son’s next birthday, I will be the mother of a teenager.

My husband and the provider/sustainer of our homeschool way of life is the amazing Captain James Talbott. At one time, I would have sworn backwards and forwards that I would never marry someone in the military, but God is both good and has a sense of humor. James is the best and only man for me. He does the Army proud, and I love him for it.

While we dated, James thought the proliferation of J’s in our names was cute. (My maiden name started with a J, too—don’t ask me about the J.J. grade school years.) He made me promise that we’d all be J’s and we are, even down to our loyal and slobbering bulldog, Jelly.

The pooch must have known that I was thinking about him because he barked on cue.

My normally well-behaved pup strained at his leash, trying to get closer to the apparition in the tree. The victim, who I recognized even from this distance, was wrapped in rope so securely that it fastened her to a branch of the dying pine and covered most of her clothes. A spot of dark brown colored the needles below her–with what I assumed to be blood.

I heard footsteps scuffling in the gravel behind me and knew my walking companion had caught up. “Is this where Jelly dragged you…” She broke off. “Oh my.”

I thought ‘you can say that again,’ but it sounded callous. So instead, I said, “Jelly has a nose for trouble. Especially after the mysteries in the last two years.”

Josephine nodded and looked a little green. Josephine, my best friend from forever whom Josie is named after, had come in for my dad’s wedding to Margo. We had decided to escape from the busy-ness and go for a walk to catch up. Her Air Force hubby and my Army man tended to pull us in opposite directions, and I hadn’t seen her as much as I would have liked over the years.

So walking Jelly through these green mountains, relatively cool even in the summer heat, seemed a perfect excuse to get away.

Until this moment.

Now the idea of crowds of people felt almost comforting.

“Is that…?” she asked.

I sighed. “Yes, of course it is.”

While I did not like the sight in front of us, I knew that nothing we could do would change it. She was already dead.

“I know you had told me about the crazy things that happened to you since your move to Gentle Springs, but I never expected to be a part of it.” My best friend swallowed hard, possibly choking back the natural effect that unnatural death had on one. She looked a little more intently at the body in the tree. “Is it her?”

I knew what she meant and who she meant. “It appears so. But we have to contact whatever authorities are in charge here. They’ll take care of all those ropes and get the body down from the tree.”

There were a lot of ropes. The victim was strung to a bare branch of one of the mountain pines. The tree had seen better years as most of its lower third was devoid of greenery. I couldn’t even see any brown needles on the empty limbs. Of course, almost anything could be hiding behind all that rope. Who would have done this? It would have taken a long time. I couldn’t imagine patiently wrapping rope around a dead or dying body. It was a warm summer day, but I shivered.

It was beyond not nice and definitely evil.

“Let’s head back as quickly as we can and get someone else to handle this,” I suggested. All curiosity evaporated and instead I was filled with a strong desire to escape.

“Amen,” Josephine concurred.

And letting Jelly lead us, we raced down the mountain.















1



April

“I had to call you,” Dad said, “once we decided.”

It was in the middle of a school day, so I looked at the kids as I responded to make sure they were making progress on their work. There’s nothing like a phone call, or sometimes any distraction, to make school less than appealing.

Justin was at the computer doing his math program. When he saw me with the phone on my ear, he drew a question mark in the air.

‘My dad,’ I mouthed in response.

At that he leapt up and lunged at the phone. “Hi, Papa! I’m doing well on Twinkle Two.”

His papa had convinced him that years of handling had made the original stuffed squirrel look kind of creepy. One glass eye popped out so frequently that Justin forgot to put it back in more often than not. The tail had been caressed into oblivion. That means there wasn’t a speck of fur on it. It looked as though it belonged on a rat instead of a squirrel. So Justin had obtained a new squirrel while visiting his Papa (I didn’t ask how) and was proceeding to turn it into a new and improved Twinkle.

I covered up the phone with my hand. “Get back to work. Remember you still have history after this and soccer practice at three o’clock.”

My dad chuckled in my ear. “Say ‘hi’ to my grandson.”

“Later,” I sighed. “I promise.”

Josie sprang into the room. How she had heard us from her spot at the kitchen table, I don’t know. “Tell Papa hello. Is he still planning on coming to the Passion this weekend?”

The Sunday School group at New Hope Community Church was putting on a modified version of the Passion this weekend, and Josie had the part of Mary Magdalene.

I could hear the smile in my dad’s voice. “Let her know that Margo and I wouldn’t miss it for anything. We’ll arrive Friday.”

I relayed the message to my daughter who joyously hopped back to the table and continued working on her vocabulary lists. Justin, though, was still looking at me and hoping to get in on the conversation. Trying to mix both gentleness and forcefulness, I used my phone-free hand to steer him back to face his math problems. He groaned, but as I walked away, I heard the familiar ping of a correct answer.

“OK, Dad, what couldn’t wait for this weekend?”

He sounded like an eager schoolboy. “Margo and I are going to get married on the one-year anniversary of the day we met.”

Thousands of details and plans drove at warp speed through my brain. “But that’s less than two months away! We can’t possibly plan a wedding in that time.”

Dad didn’t get my complaint and appeared not to hear my second statement. “I know. Perfect, right? That way we can spend more of our remaining years married to each other. After all, my beloved and I aren’t getting any younger.”

“No, Dad. Not perfect. Do you know how many things have to be done before a wedding happens?” I decided to try to get the idea into his head again. “Two months isn’t nearly enough time.”

“But we’ve already started, right? Didn’t you and Margo go dress hunting?”

I sighed loud enough so he could hear it.

In response, he clucked. I could almost feel the pat on the shoulder through the phone. If and when I ever got my father willing to video chat, I imagined that he would pat the computer whenever he thought I was acting childlike.

“Hunting, only hunting. We didn’t find anything.”

“Half the battle then,” he crooned. “It’s always harder to find what doesn’t work and what you don’t want. No problem. It’ll all work out. We both know God’s in control, right?”

He would play that trump card. “Of course, God’s in control. He always is, Dad. But we still have to do things before you have a wedding.” I emphasized the word ‘do’. If I had my guess, Dad wouldn’t do much more than show up the day of the festivities.

“Do? What is there to do for two old fogies like Margo and me?”

I couldn’t imagine elegant Margo would appreciate it if she heard her beau calling her an old fogey. But then, since she became a Christian, she kept surprising me with how she acted and reacted. God was definitely working in her quickly.

“You do know that sometimes it takes at least two months to send out invitations and get the responses back alone, don’t you? And that’s only one of the parts of planning a wedding. You’re not allowing enough time.”

The patting sensation got more persistent as did the audible clucking on the other end of the line. “Don’t be a Martha, o’ daughter of mine. It will all work out.”

My dad was hopeless. “And Margo’s on board with all of this?” I kept hoping his better half would add some reason and logic to the situation.

“On board? It was her idea.”

“Truly…?”

“Yep. See you Friday!”

It was confirmed. They were both nuts.

With that, he hung up. And that was that. Our family was going to have a June wedding. A wonderful and romantic notion, yes. But it was April. And the planner in me (you don’t homeschool for so many years without being a bit of a planner), said it was impossible.
 

 


Discussion Questions








Question 1: How do we know so much about where Daniel Boone went?



Answer 1: He marked trees near wherever something remarkable happened to him.



Question 2: Trish Roberts loves her mother so much that she is willing to do what?



Answer 2: Break the law or at least bend it to find potential treatments.



Question 3: What made Daniel Boone an unusual frontiersman?



Answer 3: He could read and write.



Question 4: Biblically speaking, the legend of the Fountain of Youth is a drive to get back to which item in the Garden of Eden?



Answer 4: The Tree of Life



Question 5: Trish is not the only one seeking the Fountain of Youth. Who else gets caught up in the search and why?



Answer 5: Ranger Whit and because of his wife.



Question 6: What does Josie ask Jeanine about in the hospital?



Answer 6: Why good people die sometimes and bad people live without consequence.



Question 7: What occasion do Margo and Robert want to commemorate with their wedding?



Answer 7: The day they met



Question 8: When does Jeanine find out about their wedding plans?



Answer 8: Just before Easter. About two months before the day they've chosen



Question 9: What is Jeanine's all-time favorite beverage?



Answer 9 Coffee in all its forms



Question 10: What's the main wedding task that Margo asks Jeanine and the kids to do?



Answer 10: Send out the invitations
 


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