Corpse reviver, p.1
Corpse Reviver, page 1
G R Jordan
Corpse Reviver
A Contessa Munroe Mystery #1
First published by Carpetless Publishing 2021
Copyright © 2021 by G R Jordan
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“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?”
Dr Seuss
Contents
Foreword
Acknowledgement
Novels by G R Jordan
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
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Read on to discover the Patrick Smythe series!
About the Author
Also by G R Jordan
Foreword
This story is set in the northern waters off Alaska and on a small cruise ship. Any persons named are entirely fictional, as is the vessel and the occurences onboard. But I do wish some of these people were real. And yes, I’d love to go cruising in those waters.
Acknowledgement
To Susan, Jean and Rosemary for your work in bringing this novel to completion, your time and effort is deeply appreciated.
Novels by G R Jordan
The Highlands and Islands Detective series (Crime)
Water’s Edge
The Bothy
The Horror Weekend
The Small Ferry
Dead at Third Man
The Pirate Club
A Personal Agenda
A Just Punishment
The Numerous Deaths of Santa Claus
Our Gated Community
The Satchel
Culwich Alpha
The Contessa Munroe Mysteries (Cozy Mystery)
Corpse Reviver
Frostbite
The Patrick Smythe Series (Crime)
The Disappearance of Russell Hadleigh
The Graves of Calgary Bay
The Fairy Pools Gathering
Austerley & Kirkgordon Series (Fantasy)
Crescendo!
The Darkness at Dillingham
Dagon’s Revenge
Ship of Doom
Supernatural and Elder Threat Assessment Agency (SETAA) Series (Fantasy)
Scarlett O’Meara: Beastmaster
Island Adventures Series (Cosy Fantasy Adventure)
Surface Tensions
Dark Wen Series (Horror Fantasy)
The Blasphemous Welcome
The Demon’s Chalice
Chapter 1
Catriona ran her fingers through the ends of her curly hair, looking down at the ice disappearing beneath the helicopter. It was not her first helicopter ride, but this was such an exposed area. Everywhere was just ice—cold and clear. On one side, she could see the sea and she knew somewhere there would be a yacht waiting. To most people, this would have been a dream holiday, a chance to get away. But to the Contessa, this was a time to realign her life. Luigi was in the ground three weeks, and she was still coming to terms with losing the husband she barely knew. The infighting at the funeral amongst the family had disgusted her, and she did not have the heart to fight. Catriona had grabbed her chance when Luigi’s brother had offered her the chance to take an annual stipend in return for leaving Italy. As much as she had loved Luigi in the brief time they had known each other, she did not want to keep close to his family.
These thoughts ran through her head as she sat, hand upon her chin, staring at the desolate waste below. Somewhere out there, there was life. A life that they were going to see, whatever existed this far north. She knew they were in the Arctic, but she was not sure where. Not that the woman beside her would know.
Tiffany had her earphones in; she always had those bloody things in, her long straight hair masking them. Catriona could see the wires coming out and running into the mobile in her pocket. For God’s sake, they were whizzing their way across some of the greatest views on Earth. She, Catriona, had a reason to be sad, a reason to be down. But Tiff . . .they had never brought her Tiff just looked bored.
Tiffany Munroe was Catriona’s niece. Most people would miss this as Tiffany was eighteen years old and Catriona was twenty-five. Being the youngest of the family on her side, Catriona was used to the idea that she had nephews and nieces close to her age. But Tiff was like Catriona in that she was the runt of the family. Yes, she had an excuse. Catriona had run off, taking a chance when an Italian had swept her off her feet—much to the disgust of her father and the rest of the family.
‘You’re destroying the clan,’ he said. ‘You need to marry well to lift us up in society.’
Honestly, thought Catriona, Scottish Society, as if that is happening anymore. We don’t even spell our name correctly. Contessa Catriona Cullodena Munroe. She was not the typical aristocratic Scottish woman. It was not her fault; they had never brought her up to it. Her father was an imposter because they were not the proper Munros. Somewhere along the line, the family had left, gone to America, then come back. Her father, who had been born in America, did not seem to grasp this. Catriona, born in Scotland, was only too well-aware.
Tiff, or Tiffany Munroe, was her brother’s daughter. But Tiffany was the last one of four. When she was growing up, everyone had said she was not right. Well, then she was like Catriona. Cat smiled at her, but Tiffany remained impassive, listening to her music, staring nowhere.
Looking out of the window, Cat saw a vessel in the distance. Its sleek outline made it look like the most expensive motor cruiser she had ever seen. Surely, there was a swimming pool on top or some sort of jacuzzi. She fancied that idea in this weather. Luigi would have fancied it. That is why he liked her. The two of them, they were very much pleasure seekers. What was the point of having wealth and money if you didn’t use it? And during her few years with him, they had burnt a hole in the family’s coffers. When Luigi had proposed, the family had gone crazy. But he had been good to his word. They had gone through with it, and Catriona was installed as the Contessa of Los Palermo. But three weeks after being married, she stood on the ski slopes, the Italian mountains, and held her husband’s hand for the last time. Some sort of heart defect, they said. He just dropped right before her. At first, she thought he was playing around. But when he did not get back up, she realized her life was about to change again.
The helicopter flew in low beside the ship before rearing up and then setting itself gently down on the aft of the upper deck. From the window, Cat saw a man running forward to open the door. He was dressed impeccably in a ship’s uniform, his hair neatly combed to one side, and he sported one of those half beards; not fully bushy, but more than just stubble.
The door opened, and a hand extended to her. Unbuckling her belt, Catriona let the man help her out of the aircraft and shepherd her off the deck towards the hallway. After depositing her just inside the door, the man smiled and then returned, ready to assist Tiffany off as well. But Tiff was out of the helicopter already, earphones still in, looking off the side of the boat. Cat shouted at her, but Tiffany heard nothing, and it took the young man to bring her niece back to her.
The man then ran to the helicopter and picked up their luggage, bringing it across before turning and waving at the helicopter. It lifted into the air and disappeared as the sound of its engines died away. Cat was escorted inside by the good-looking man who had first lifted her off the aircraft.
‘You’re most welcome, Contessa. My name is First Officer Jones, and I will give you a quick tour before you to get ready for your first excursion with us. On behalf of Mr Hughes, may I welcome you on board his yacht, the Cream Top.’
Catriona extended her hand, shaking the man’s firm grip. She was not immune to the figure he cut. The only thing he missed from his white shirt and black trousers was a white hat, presumably not worn because of the helicopter and the risk of the hat disappearing into the sea. There were gold epaulets on his shoulder, which impressed Catriona, although she did not know what they represented. First officer, he had said.
‘If I may escort you to the bridge where you can meet the captain.’
Catriona nodded and was ready to follow the young man. But he held out his arm, and she interlinked hers, allowing herself to be promenaded to the bridge.
Being introduced as Contessa was nice, thought Catriona, even though she had barely got used to it. The family did not call her by it. They saw her as an outsider coming in, and she had no title really as a Munroe. Her father liked to think he was a landowner, but he had bought in and did not have a Baronial title. Not that it bothered Catriona at all, and Tiff certainly did not regard her as a Contessa.
Catriona had understood Tiff as someone who really did not fit in either. Autistic was what they said about Tiff, but that term said only so much and you really did not know what the person was like. In some ways, Tiff was an extremely easy companion. She said nothing. She did not bother you unless she wanted something. And generally, she did not care if you talked to her or not. During her time of grief, Catriona appreciated this, whereas everyone else wanted to pitch in and share their grief with you. All Cat had wanted to do was get away, ignore the family, and just have some time on her own thinking about Luigi. And Tiffany provided this, sat in some corner somewhere else, earphones in, occasionally turning up to ask when lunch was, but otherwise, keeping well out of the way.
Most people thought they were sisters because of the closeness in age. But there was something in Catriona that felt for Tiff. The family had rejected her, much as they had Cat. When Luigi died, the family had only talked of money, saying that Cat could have a large stipend if she just got the hell out of Italy. Cat thought Tiff could benefit from this money and asked if she wanted to join Cat in seeing the world. The first question of ‘Why would she?’ seemed a little strange, but once it had been explained then Catriona was determined to go and enjoy life, Tiff thought it was worthwhile coming along too. In fact, Catriona had actually asked Tiff where was the first place she would like to go, and she had said one of those proper cruises up near the ice floes. Anyone having seen her arrive, and seeing Tiff with no expression on her face looking at the surrounding scenery, would never have guessed that she was the one responsible for the pair coming here.
‘Welcome aboard, Contessa, and also to you. I take it this is your lady-in-waiting.’
The comment came from the captain, a woman with long brunette hair. It was tied back in a simple ponytail. She wore a white blouse with epaulets on the shoulder covered in more gold than First Officer Jones, and she looked impressive despite her lack of height. Beside her was a younger woman again with tied-up, long hair, and who was darker in skin.
‘I am afraid this will be only a quick welcome. I am Captain Jollye, and I will accompany you and First Officer Jones when we go onto the ice in approximately thirty minutes time. So, my apologies for rushing you, Contessa, but if you can be ready, we’ll be departing on one of the boats for the ice floes over there. I am sure you will discover the other guests throughout the day. And my employer, Mr Hughes, regrets his absence at the moment, but he is just preparing for the trip as well. He says he will welcome you onboard properly this evening.’
Five minutes later, Catriona stood in one of the plushest suites on a boat she had ever seen. The bedsheets were silky to touch and the wardrobe space was fantastic. Even the bathroom, while compact, had one of those showers you can indulge yourself in, standing there and letting the water hit you from all angles. She was doing this, aware of the time. She needed to be ready within the next fifteen minutes.
Cat pondered about what to wear to something like this from her broad selection of clothes. There were some smart dresses, striking for dinner and that, but she would not run around on ice floes in those. Surely, all you needed were simple jeans and jumpers. Not that she could not look the part in either of them.
Stepping from the shower, she took a towel and dried herself down before turning and admiring herself in the mirror. What was it about someone passing on, but you suddenly wondered, did you look different from before? Luigi had always been one to tell her how good she looked. When she got down and feared that she was not something, Luigi was ready to tell her she was. Now, she needed to do it for herself.
But the low self-esteem she held herself in was part of her problem and the reason she jumped around at parties, where she made an arse of herself. Sometimes she just drank all those cocktails and let herself go. There were too many incidents. Too many times when she was, well, caught in compromising positions, that was probably the best way to put it. But life was going on and she had to get on with it.
Wrapping the towel around her, she stepped back into the cabin and saw Tiffany sitting on the bed, still dressed in the clothes she had arrived in.
‘Tiff, come on. We’re off to the ice floe. Fifteen minutes, you need to be ready.’
Tiff turned round and stared at her. ‘I’m not going. What do I want to go to an ice floe for?’
‘You were the one that wanted to come here. You specifically said that you wanted to see animals and all these other things here. I don’t know what’s here. You do, and you wanted to see them. Come on. Get changed.’
‘But I do not want to go,’ said Tiff. ‘You cannot make me go.’
‘I cannot make you go,’ said Cat. ‘But you’re bloody well going. Come on, get your arse into gear.’
‘I am ready anyway. I don’t need to wear anything different.’
Cat looked at what her niece was wearing. Surely, she needs to change the trainer for some boots, some warmer trousers or jeans, and a coat. And there was nothing on her head. This was what bothered Cat about Tiff. You could not actually argue with her. You could not tell Tiff to do this or do that because automatically she would refuse and do the opposite, even if it was in her worst interests. This helped Cat because Tiff would stand up to the family in a way Cat could only envy. But other times, it was a pain in the arse.
‘Fine, you just leave it then. Thank God. But I’m going to see some polar bears.’
‘Are you sure there are polar bears here?’ said Tiff. ‘I didn’t think they were present here.’
‘Well, you would know. So, come on and point at what is here, Tiff.’ And with that Cat turned her back and opened the wardrobe. She saw the fleece-lined trousers that she had purchased back in Italy. They were comfortable, yet tight. But she felt like she wanted a baggy jumper over the top.
Cat liked to dress cute, and she liked to look the part. But she was no tart, and the cream jumper she put on top was classy. She finished it with a cream bobble hat and her ski sunglasses. Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided she look dignified enough for someone who was so recently widowed, but classy enough to hold the name of Contessa. Yes, it was frivolous. But what did she have now, other than the frivolity?
Turning around, she saw Tiff putting on some boots and a black bobble hat. Tiff’s clothes were a style all of her own. Subdued, but definitely coordinated. Not that Tiffany made any fuss about what she wore. She just wore it and people admired her for it.
‘Come on, time to get on the boat.’
The Contessa was almost the last person onto the boat, most of the party having gone ahead. She climbed on board, ably assisted by First Officer Jones, who gave her a smile that she could not read, Cat sat down beside an older woman who promptly shook her hand.
‘Hello, I am Sarah Gosling.’
Taking the woman’s hand, Cat said, ‘Catriona.’ And watched the woman’s face drop.
‘You’re the Contessa, aren’t you? That’s amazing. I’ve never met royalty before.’
‘I am not royalty, Sarah. And it is just Catriona. There is no need for formality here.’ Cat looked at the woman’s clothing, and while a lot of them seemed to be a poor fit, they all looked incredibly new. She also looked a little uncomfortable in them, as if not used to wearing this quality of clothing.
