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    Mutiny on the Bayou: Miss Fortune World: Sinful Stories, #2
    Mutiny on the Bayou: Miss Fortune World: Sinful Stories, #2
    Mutiny on the Bayou: Miss Fortune World: Sinful Stories, #2
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    Mutiny on the Bayou: Miss Fortune World: Sinful Stories, #2

    By Shari Hearn

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    Gertie and Fortune are sentenced to three days of anger management camp following a fight with Celia outside City Hall. While there they search for clues proving the judge who sentenced them received kickbacks from the company running the camp. But they soon discover a crooked judge is the least of their concerns.

    Someone may have been murdered.

    Join Gertie, Fortune and Ida Belle as they try to solve the mystery of The Mutiny on the Bayou (Sinful Stories Book 2).

    A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR: Mutiny on the Bayou was first published on September 18, 2015 as part of the Miss Fortune Kindle Worlds program (which ended in July of 2018). It is now part of the Miss Fortune World published by J&R Fan Fiction. I wish to thank Ms. DeLeon for graciously allowing other writers to explore their own writing in a most Sinful way.

    Sinful Stories is a series of stories written by Shari Hearn within the Miss Fortune World featuring Fortune, Gertie and Ida Belle. They may be read in any order; however, they do follow the timeline of Jana DeLeon's Miss Fortune series with regard to Fortune's relationship with Carter. With the earlier books in the series, Carter doesn't know Fortune's true identity. As Jana DeLeon's series changes with regard to Fortune's continued threat from Ahmad, future stories within Sinful Stories will reflect those changes.

    Currently, the stories within Sinful Stories include:

    Nearly Departed
    Mutiny on the Bayou

    Overdue
    Nearly Beloved

    Rematch
    Leaving Sinful
    Murder on the Sinful Express

    Wickedly Sinful
     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJ&R Fan Fiction
    Release dateAug 17, 2018
    ISBN9781386065630
    Mutiny on the Bayou: Miss Fortune World: Sinful Stories, #2

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    Mutiny on the Bayou - Shari Hearn

    Acknowledgements

    THANKS TO CARLA AND Kathleen for your wonderful notes.

    Many thanks to Jana DeLeon, first for writing such amazing characters and creating the town of Sinful, and second, for allowing other writers to write our own stories set in the world of Miss Fortune.

    Cover designed by Susan Coils at www.coverkicks.com

    Chapter One

    I HATED MY WEEKLY PHONE updates with Harrison, my CIA partner and now, handler. If it were up to me I would have stuck with our heavily encrypted e-mails, which always made his reprimands seem less harsh. Dad thinks you should sell the two antique end tables sounded so much better than hearing him screech, Stay away from those two old broads in my ear. 

    When I arrived in Sinful five weeks ago, Harrison had advised me to stay under the radar. A price had been put on my head by Ahmad, a Middle East arms dealer. One of the many hazards of being a CIA assassin. But staying under the radar after I met Gertie and Ida Belle? Easier said than done.

    I poured myself a cup of coffee, sat at the kitchen table and spoke into my cell phone, They have names, Harrison. Ida Belle and Gertie.

    Trust me, Redding, I know their names. They keep popping up in my alerts. Seems they can’t stop shooting people.

    All in self-defense. And, not to pat myself on the back, but some of those shoots were mine. You’d be proud. And I made sure Sandy-Sue Morrow wasn’t implicated in any of them. So you’re welcome.

    Sandy-Sue Morrow was the woman I was pretending to be. CIA Director Morrow’s niece. A former beauty-queen, now librarian, visiting Sinful to catalog the possessions of her late, great-aunt Marge. So far I hadn’t gotten around to listing all Marge’s china and silver, but I did find her secret cache of weapons and form a bond with her closest friends, Ida Belle and Gertie. Together we’d helped solve a mystery or two.

    Or three or four. Not exactly lying low.

    What’s the status on the search for our boy? I asked, referring to Ahmad.

    Stalled. But we think we’ll still be able to get you out of Sinful by the end of summer.

    I hesitated a beat. When I first set foot in Sinful I couldn’t wait to get out. Now... It was complicated. Uh... Good.

    The momentary silence on the other end of the line told me Harrison had caught my hesitation. Good? That’s it? He sighed into the receiver. You’re getting too close to these people, Redding. Sinful’s not your permanent home. Another moment of silence. Oh God, you’re not dating anyone there, are you?

    Frankly, I was surprised it had taken him this long to ask. Which meant I’d become way too solitary in my old life. Of course, he wouldn’t think about me dating anyone. I was married to the CIA.

    I might have had a date or two with Carter.

    Harrison choked on his coffee. After a few seconds of coughing, he came back on the line. The deputy? Inventory your fake aunt’s things, Redding. That’s all you were supposed to do.

    Someone banged on my front door.

    Fortune! Are you home? It was Ida Belle. She sounded frantic.

    I sprang from my chair and rushed to the front door, still holding the phone to my ear.

    Did you hear me? Harrison asked.

    Yeah, yeah. Inventory things. Heard ya.

    I opened the door and Ida Belle rushed inside. Didn’t you get my text?

    I’ve been on the phone with... you know. I shrugged. Ida Belle and Gertie knew about Harrison. They’d even listened in on one of my conversations with him.

    Well tell him goodbye. Gertie’s having it out with Celia at City Hall.

    Redding! Harrison shouted into the phone. Is that one of the old ladies? Get rid of her.

    I tapped my fingernail on the phone. What? I shouted into the phone. You’re breaking up.

    I hear an old lady.

    It’s the signal. Makes me sound like an old lady. Must be a solar storm or something.

    Ida Belle grabbed my phone and spoke into it. Hi. This is Old Lady Number One—Ida Belle. Fortune can’t play right now. She has to help save Old Lady Number Two’s butt. Bye. She handed back my phone.

    You hung up on the CIA.

    So? They hung up on me once. We’re even.

    I stared at her, lifting an eyebrow.

    From my war days. It’s still classified. I’ll tell you over some cough syrup sometime. Ida Belle grabbed my arm. Come on, Gertie’s madder than I’ve ever seen her. I’m afraid she’s going to do something really stupid.

    While driving to City Hall, Ida Belle filled me in on Gertie and Celia’s latest row. As acting mayor, Celia had become quite the evil dictator, taking it upon herself to comb through archaic laws on the books to be used against women in the Sinful Ladies Society. Apparently there still existed a law in Sinful that outlawed playing pinball on Sundays. So, when Celia discovered that for the past year Sinful Ladies Society member Donna Bikle’s monthly Sunday supper included a few rounds on her vintage collection of pinball machines, she tabulated the fines and presented Donna with a bill for $8,738.

    Nobody ever paid attention to that stupid law, Ida Belle said as we turned onto Main Street and headed toward City Hall. It was meant as a no-gambling-on-Sunday law. Donna and her friends never gambled; they just played. Now Donna’s going to have to sell her late husband’s vintage Mustang to get the money. I told Donna, ‘tear up the bill and make Celia take you to court to get it from you.’ No jury in Sinful would make her pay. No judge would either. Besides, you, Gertie and I just need to dig up some fresh dirt on Celia to make sure it never even goes to trial. But you know how much Gertie hates Celia. This just sent her over the edge.

    I pulled my Jeep into a parking space in front of City Hall.

    Oh hell, not good, Ida Belle said, looking out the window.

    I followed her gaze to the flagpole, where Gertie dangled a few feet above the ground, flailing her arms and screaming at Celia, who stood just out of Gertie’s reach. Celia was clutching a bunched-up ball of white fabric.

    How did that happen?

    You have to ask?

    Carter’s truck pulled into the space next to ours. He glanced over at us and shook his head, got out of his truck and took off running toward the flagpole. Ida Belle and I followed close behind. A crowd had formed, some laughing, some jeering at Celia, who wasn’t the most popular person in town.

    I want her arrested! Celia yelled at Carter as the three of us reached the flagpole.

    Gertie lifted her head and glared at Carter. If anyone should be arrested it’s that old prune!

    She tried to run this up the flagpole, Celia said. She unfurled a white fabric flag displaying a blown-up photo of herself sprawled on the ground with her dress above her head, flashing her granny panties. I remembered the photo well. Ida Belle had snapped it about a week ago at the July Fourth festival after Celia fell and landed butt-up on the ground. The word MUTINY, in thick lettering, dominated the space above the photo. Below it screamed the words, THROW HER BUTT OUT!

    Damn fool had her purse wrapped around her and got it hooked instead, Celia said. She glowered at Gertie. Serves you right! Then shot a triumphant look at Carter. And the city council balked at buying the new easy-rise flagpole. Worth every penny if you ask me.

    Let’s get her down, Ida Belle whispered.

    We moved toward Gertie.

    Oh no you don’t, Celia barked. She can stay there all day as far as I’m concerned.

    Ida Belle drew her face within inches of Celia’s. We’re getting her down. If I were you I wouldn’t try to stop us.

    Did you hear that? Celia asked Carter. Sounded like a threat to me.

    Now, Celia... Carter said.

    Mayor Arceneaux, Celia said, clenching her jaw.

    Mayor, he said through gritted teeth. It’s probably against the law to let a citizen dangle from the flagpole.

    Good. Then arrest her. She’s the one who got herself up there.

    Gertie lifted her head again. I’m the one who hooked myself by accident. She’s the one who did the hoisting.

    Well, I had to keep her here until law arrived.

    Ida Belle disengaged Gertie from the halyard while I supported her body and eased her to a standing position.

    Don’t say a word, Ida Belle whispered.

    Bitch! Gertie screamed at Celia.

    Especially that one, Ida Belle said, raising her eyebrows.

    Good one, Gertie! an elderly man walking his dog shouted from the sidewalk. He stopped and joined the others watching the confrontation.

    Celia whipped around to Carter, jabbing her finger at him. You can add ‘swearing on government property’ to her growing list of charges.

    Gertie folded her arms, her face getting redder by the second. Embrasse moi tchew, you dried-out old turd.

    Celia gasped. Her bulging eyes resembled one of those cartoon characters with the eyeballs flying out of their sockets. I didn’t speak Cajun, but I knew enough French to know Gertie had asked Celia to kiss one of her body parts. The dried-out old turd part was self-explanatory.

    Carter placed his hand on Gertie’s shoulder. Okay, Gertie, why don’t you calm down.

    She’s going to make poor old Donna sell her husband’s prized Mustang.

    Donna should have obeyed the law. Celia held up Gertie’s homemade flag. "Gertie’s calling for a mutiny. There must be some law

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