Heritage House: A Cape Breton Mystery

Book 3: Cape Breton Mysteries

by Renny deGroot

Genres: Mystery; Hard-Boiled; Police Procedurals

Synopsis

Leaving her past in Germany, Gretha Braun’s new life on Cape Breton Island Canada is cut short when she is brutally murdered.
With international and local pressures urgently demanding they find the killer, Detectives Gordie MacLean and Roxanne Albright sort through a suspect list that ranges from overseas to Maclean’s own backyard. Frustrated when he is relegated to a backseat role on the case, MacLean finds himself in a dispute with his partner as their priorities diverge.
If you enjoy police procedurals in the style of P.D. James and Louise Penny, you’ll love the Cape Breton mystery series.

 

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Release date: April 4, 2023

Publisher: Toad Hollow Publishing

Print pages: 302

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PROLOGUE

March 2021

GRETHA BRAUN BOLTED UPRIGHT in bed to the sound of shrieking coyotes. They wailed and yipped with excitement as the pack followed their prey, ghostly howls echoing through the forest surrounding her small, rented cabin in an isolated spot in Nova Scotia, Canada. The hair on her arms stood up, and she shivered in this lonely place. She had considered renting a cottage on Cape Breton Island itself to be closer to the as-yet, strangers, but decided against it, not knowing how it would all go. She needed to study the people before getting too friendly.

The keening of the coyotes faded, and Gretha lay back down. Her racing heart slowed, and she lay thinking about the house on Isle Madame she had just purchased, making plans for the renovations to make it her own. Naturally, she thought in German since she had only been in Canada for a week, but she reminded herself that she must practice thinking in English to ensure her communication with the locals would be seamless.

Gretha loved the house and the land already, even though she’d only seen it once. She felt a part of it. In her heart, she didn’t feel like a foreigner but believed she belonged here. She was delighted with the new home and couldn’t wait to start the adventure of her new life.

As she drifted off to sleep and with her defenses down, she wondered if she were stepping into a future life, or simply running away from her past one.

CHAPTER ONE

Sunday, September 26, 2021

GORDIE MACLEAN TURNED TO look, frowning at the rare sound of raised voices in his local building supply store on Isle Madame, a small island linked to Cape Breton Island by a bridge. He left the paper bag containing a pound of number 8, three-inch green deck screws sitting on the cashier’s counter and walked over to have a quiet word with the man busily wagging his finger and shouting at the foreign-looking woman. She was elegant for these parts, with her blond hair swept up in a complicated bun and held in place with a fancy brown and yellow tortoiseshell comb. She stood rigidly erect, and looked down wordlessly at the man berating her, from her height of about five feet and eleven inches.

Gordie laid a hand on the arm of the scruffy-looking man. “Jack Fraser, what’s going on here?”

The man turned his attention to Gordie, his voice lowered, but his appearance still angry and threatening. His dark hair was unkempt and wild, looking like a dark-haired Boris Johnson, the former British Prime Minister. Several days of beard growth showed streaks of grey, although Gordie knew that this man was only in his mid-forties.

Jack glared from hooded dark eyes. “She” Fraser pointed to the woman “bought my house. It’s my house, and she had no right to buy it and now she’s changing everything. She has no right.” He repeated.

Gordie, who stood five feet and eight inches tall, was about the same height as Jack Fraser, so had to look up to the woman. “Don’t pay any attention. I’ll have a word with him.”

Her shoulders dropped a fraction and her face seemed to relax. When she spoke, it was with a thick German accent. “We’ve met before. As I already explained to him, I didn’t know the house was in dispute, but since I was able to buy it, it’s now mine.”

Jack puffed up to shout again, but Gordie spoke first. “Of course, it’s yours.” He turned back to Jack and gripped him by the upper arm. “Jack, come with me and leave this poor woman alone. You know very well that the house has been empty for over a year, and if you wanted it, you should have done something about paying the taxes and arranging some payment scheme with the bank. You had plenty of chances.”

Fraser glowered. “I was working on it.”

Gordie shook his head. “You know that’s not true.” He pulled out his wallet, handed Jack a twenty-dollar bill and gave him a shove towards the door. “Go down to the Bridge Bakery and I’ll meet you there in a few minutes. Order a coffee for me.”

Jack cursed but left, and the store’s quiet rumble of conversation resumed.

MacLean held out his hand to the woman. “I’m Detective Gordie MacLean. I’m sorry you went through that. If you want to put in a report about Jack harassing you, I can have one of my colleagues from The Cape Breton Police Services call you.”

“Gretha Braun.” Her handshake was firm, the slim hand belying her strength. When she smiled, her face was quite beautiful. Her high cheekbones gave her face a strong, sculpted appearance, and her intense blue eyes seemed to

drill into Gordie.

She shook her head. “Mr. Fraser has come to the house a few times, and he always leaves again. This is the first time he has approached me in public. It startled me, that’s all. I don’t want to make a fuss.”

Gordie smiled. “We aren’t all so grumpy. I know most of us are glad to see that fine old house taken on by someone who will care about it and bring it back to what it once was. I drove by the other day, and it looks like you’ve got the outside almost finished.”

When she smiled, her eyes sparkled. “If you are going past again, please stop. I will give you the tour.”

“I’ll take you up on that. In fact, my partner, Vanessa, is coming over this afternoon. If you think you’ll be home, I know she’s dying to see what you’ve done with the house.”

Gretha nodded. “I’ll be home. Perhaps come around four o’clock and we can enjoy a drink out on the deck. The trees are becoming so beautiful with their autumn colours.”

Gordie pulled out a card. “Here’s my cell number. If something changes and it isn’t convenient, just give me a call. Otherwise, we’ll see you around four.”

MacLean went down the road and had a quick cup of coffee with Jack Fraser before leaving the other man chatting amiably with the waitress and consuming breakfast on Gordie’s twenty-dollar bill.

***

As he expected, Vanessa Hunt loved the idea of visiting the renovated house. She clapped her hands together and Gordie smiled. The laugh creases around her eyes and at the corners of her smile just enhanced her beauty, in Gordie’s opinion. Her shoulder-length blond hair had a few threads of grey streaked through it, but despite that, she didn’t look her age of fifty-four. She wore a calf-length loose skirt in a pumpkin colour, with a white t-shirt and red cardigan. She liked to dress in the colours of fall.

Gordie’s hair was snow

white, and while it was still thick around the sides and back, if Gordie were honest with himself, he knew it was a little thinner on top, but neither he nor Vanessa ever mentioned that.

Vanessa grinned. “I’ve wanted to go inside for the past three months. I’ve even considered stopping to peek in the windows before.”

He shook his head. “I’m glad you don’t have to resort to that. Someone may call the police on you.”

She laughed. “You’d bail me out if I was arrested for trespassing, wouldn’t you?”

He pulled her towards him in a gentle hug. “Definitely.”

Gordie’s great Pyrenees dog, Taz, nosed in, pushing her way between Vanessa and Gordie and Vanessa pulled away. “Oh, Taz. Don’t drool on me. It’s very unsightly for a girl to walk around with a big slimy streak on her skirt.”

“Let’s go for a short walk together and then Taz can stay home while we go and socialize with Ms. Braun.”

They turned right when they left Gordie MacLean’s house, walking towards the coast. The wind was coming off the water and the September air was crisp with the scent of decaying leaves and a hint of the sea. Taz trotted along the edge of the road, stopping to sniff here and there. There were few houses along this stretch of road and even less traffic. It was a road that ended in a private property on the waterfront, but that was a good couple of kilometers away. They walked for ten minutes, chatting about this and that. It always amazed Gordie at how much they found to talk about. He had gone for most of his adult life keeping his thoughts to himself, but now, with Vanessa, it seemed that he was making up for lost time.

They turned back, Gordie calling for his dog. “Time to go home, Taz.”

Vanessa continued her thought. “Seriously, we need to take something. We can’t visit a complete stranger and not take some sort of house-warming gift.”

Gordie shook his head. “I don’t think the rules are the same when it’s a spontaneous visit.”

She laughed out loud. “Is that right? Thank you, Miss Manners, for that insight.”

He smiled. “Well, what do you suggest? We’re not heading into Port Mulroy to go shopping. There isn’t time.”

“I’m thinking of that Blue Mountain vase you have. Remember when we were doing up y

our house last summer? I asked you if you ever used it, and you told me you don’t even remember where it came from, let alone use it.”

Gordie raised his eyebrows. “You want to give a used vase as a housewarming gift?”

“Why not? The pottery is closed now, so it’s a piece of art. Are you willing to sacrifice a couple of your gorgeous sunflowers to go in the vase?”

He shrugged. “Let’s face it. They’re more your flowers than mine. You planted them. They just happen to be in my backyard.”

She nodded. “That’s settled, then. If you don’t mind giving up the vase, it’ll make a lovely gift, paired with the flowers.”

They arrived home and Vanessa cleaned up the vase and then cut two huge sunflowers to go into it. Gordie had to admit that it looked pretty.

Vanessa held the vase and flowers clamped between her feet on the floor of the car while he drove. Gordie pulled into the driveway, and they sat for a moment admiring the house. Scaffolding covered the side where it was obvious that someone was in the middle of scraping off old paint, although the worker was nowhere to be seen now. The house had a traditional barrel-shaped roof for the main part of the structure, with two upper windows. Below that was a roofed veranda, front door, and bay window. The house-front faced north towards the water. To the left a wing came out, forming a second perpendicular barrel-shaped roof, facing east, with a large dormer window, also overlooking the water.

The land around the house was wild and overgrown. Bushes that had taken over the front steps and walkway had been rough-cut to make the way passable, but the grass was tall with weeds of every type.

Vanessa sighed. “Isn’t it magnificent?”

“It will be one day, but there’s a lot to be done before it’s that.”

“Oh, Gordie. How can you say that? The roof has been done, and I love how she’s scraping the shingle siding down instead of just slapping vinyl on it. You can already see what it will look like when it’s done. Oh, and look at the sign. 

She’s named the house.”

He looked to the simple wooden engraved sign tacked above the front door. It was clearly new and read Heritage House in script letters. “Nice.”

Gretha must have seen them and came from around the back of the house. She gave a small, restrained wave; more of a gesture to come, than a wave.

Gordie got out and went to the passenger side to take the vase from Vanessa while she climbed out, and once on her feet, she reclaimed the flowers.

Gretha reached them and nodded. “Hello. Welcome.”

Vanessa took the lead. “I’m Vanessa. Thank you so much for allowing us to intrude on your afternoon like this. I’m so glad to meet you and, of course, I’ve been dying to see what you are making of this gorgeous old house.”

Gretha smiled. “It’s my pleasure.” She took the proffered flowers from Vanessa. “Thank you. They are lovely.”

The tall German woman strode ahead, leading them around to a back door, expertly cradling the towering flowers in one hand and opening the door with the other. They stepped directly into a kitchen, sparkling with new cabinetry and appliances. Splashes of bright greens and blues in the towels and placemats offset the white cupboards.

Vanessa oohed and aahed over the new kitchen as she gazed around at all the fine details.

Gretha set the vase down on a table and turned to welcome them again. “Please come in. Would you like to see the house first or sit with a glass of wine instead?”

Before Gordie said anything, Vanessa spoke for both of them. “Oh, a tour please! We were admiring your house name sign. How did you come to call it Heritage House?”

She tilted her head as if considering her answer. “It seems like such a symbol of a past way of life. I know it’s far too much for me, but I love the idea that it housed

a big family, so it feels more than just a house. It is a place with a past, a heritage.”

Vanessa smiled. “I love it.”

Gretha nodded and led them through the house, pointing out the original elements, and those she had changed, like the kitchen. It was a large family home and even those areas that still needed repair were grand. Hardwood floors, high ceilings with crown moulding and large odd-sized windows gave the house a unique character and beauty.

“The new and repaired carpentry work is well done.” Gordie stopped to admire the new trim around the large front window.

“Henry Davis.” Gretha’s voice lifted as she spoke of her contractor. “He’s very talented, isn’t he? He understands exactly what I like and want.”

“Yes. He does nice work. I’ve heard of him. I didn’t know he did fine carpentry. I’ll have to remember that.”

Vanessa sighed over many little corners and features, comparing them to her own old home, and Gordie drifted along behind the two women. He wanted to slide away, to sit outside.

As Gretha led the way into a third bedroom on the top floor, pointing out the chevron pattern of the hardwood for Vanessa, Gordie called out: “I’ll meet you outside, if you don’t mind?”

Vanessa waved him away. “Go on. We’ll be along shortly.”

Gordie went out to the back deck. Fire engine red cushions, the colour shocking against the grey, weather-beaten boards of the deck topped four black rattan cube chairs.

He couldn’t see the water from here, but yellow, blue and white wildflowers dotted the expanse of the green backfield. The wild roses flourished and added splashes of glossy green and pink. Usually, Gordie didn’t notice these common sights, but then, he didn’t often just sit looking out at someone’s yard.

The women joined him, Gretha carrying a bottle of white wine and Vanessa with two wine glasses and a can of Schooner beer.

Gretha set the bottle of wine down on the black glass and rattan coffee table. “Vanessa suggested a beer for you?”

He nodded. “I don’t drink much alcohol, but once in a while, a cold beer is nice, thank you.”

The German woman poured out a glass of wine for Vanessa and for herself while Gordie popped open the can of beer. She leaned forward to clink her glass against Vanessa’s and Gordie’s beer can. “Prost!”

Gordie smiled. “Cheers and welcome to the neighbourhood.”

Vanessa settled back

in her chair. “Now. Tell us about how you came to be here. I’m from away too, so I know it isn’t easy to integrate with the locals. You have to really want it.”

Gretha took her time. She sipped her wine for a moment and seemed to ponder the question carefully before responding.

CHAPTER TWO

GORDIE WONDERED IF GRETHA was about to tell them it was none of their business when she finally took a breath and began.

“I travel quite a lot for my work, so I have been to Canada several times. Vancouver, Toronto, Ottawa. It wasn’t until I saw Halifax that I thought perhaps I should buy a house. I was pre-disposed to like Canada. I had a Canadian school friend, and she spoke so highly of her home country.”

Vanessa smiled. “How interesting. Do you keep in touch?”

Gretha nodded. “Social media makes these things simple. She lives in Alberta.”

Gordie raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you didn’t fall in love with the mountains in Alberta.”

“No. I did visit once but no. It didn’t speak to me like this place.”

He laughed. “I can’t argue with that. Are you retired now?” He saw her brow crease and added, “Not that you look old enough to retire, but some people retire very young.”

“No. Not retired, but I have great flexibility with my work. I am an art historian.”

Vanessa widened her eyes. “That’s fascinating. That’s probably why this old house appealed to you. It’s like a piece of history and art all rolled into one.”

Gretha smiled. “Exactly. I hope to be friends with Mr. Fraser one day so that he can tell me stories about the house. I want to preserve as much of the original structure as possible and what I can’t preserve, perhaps I can replicate without it looking like a poor copy.”

Gordie took another sip of beer and then set the can down. “I’m still curious why here, though. There must be beautiful places in Germany or Italy or wherever.”

Gretha shrugged. “Sometimes a place just draws one in. There may be no explanation more than that.”

He saw the piercing look Vanessa shot him, and he swallowed his curiosity. “Well, we are very glad to have you. As I said at the hardware store, this house was neglected for so long, it’s good to see someone take it in hand.”

Vanessa nodded. “It’s been empty for quite some time, hasn’t it, Gordie?”

“Yes. When Jack’s father died, he left the house to Jack’s sister and Jack got some money. At the time, he was living out in Alberta, working on the oil sands. He had no interest at all in the place, and he and his sister Margo weren’t close. I remember years went by without him even coming home to visit. Then Margo died quite young with no heirs, so the house went to Jack. He came home long enough to bury his sister and sell off what he could of the furniture and gave the rest away. The house was up for sale for a long time, but there were no takers and then I guess eventually the government took it over for unpaid taxes.”

“It’s so sad to see those lovely old homes fall into ruin,” Vanessa interjected.

Gretha pursed her lips as though holding back the questions before saying, “But he came back

.”

Gordie nodded. “We all know what happened when the pandemic hit. The job out west suddenly wasn’t there anymore. It wasn’t until Jack came home with only a pickup truck towing his trailer that the rumours started. He got used to living the high life out west and squandered his money with nothing to show for it. His inheritance, his wages. All of it is gone, other than the truck and trailer. He put the trailer on his property for a while, but as you know, Gretha, the house wasn’t livable anymore. Leaking roof, no electricity, dry rot and whatever else. He didn’t even try to make a go of it. He just lived in his trailer until the government notified him that the property was going up for auction unless he paid up the taxes. That’s when he moved the trailer to Floyd Sanders’ place.”

Vanessa asked the questions that it seemed Gretha didn’t like to ask. “Who is that?”

“He has the dairy farm out on St. Mary’s Road. He lets Jack put his trailer there in exchange for handyman work.”

Gretha shook her head. “I understand why he is angry. To go from such a nice house to a small trailer in a farmyard. It must be terrible.”

Gordie snorted. “Don’t let him make you feel guilty. He told me often enough that he likes his trailer. It suits him, he told me. It’s only now when he sees someone else making something of what he didn’t want that he’s jealous.”

“My agent warned me against buying this house. Perhaps I should have listened.”

Vanessa frowned. “Why did he warn you?”

“She. She would have liked me to buy a different house. Very beautiful but completely done inside already.”

Vanessa nodded. “And no doubt much more expensive. Sounds like she was hoping to get

a better commission.”

Gretha shrugged. “She said that houses bought by auction are usually a problem, ...