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Death by Theft
A Josiah Reynolds Mystery 19
by Abigail Keam
Genre: Cozy Mystery 

FIVE STARS! "Abigail Keam continues to charm with an assortment of characters that are charismatic and endearing. Josiah is a great character and her unique ability to stumble upon bodies is a great way to draw her into the mystery." -Readers' Favorite

Josiah is happy for her pals Lady Elsmere and Shaneika Mary Todd when broodmare Jean Harlow gives birth to a male foal sired by Comanche. The owners of both horses have high hopes the foal will become a stakes winner—maybe even win the Kentucky Derby. The foal has a broad chest, indicating significant lung capacity---important for winning races, but just like his daddy, the foal is ebony with a bad attitude.

Josiah and Shaneika visit dam Jean Harlow early one morning and are shocked to find the prized foal is missing. They frantically search Lady Elsmere’s and Josiah’s farms without success. It’s urgent they find the foal fast as he is not yet weaned and is too young to be separated from his mother. Who would snatch the feisty foal from his mother’s care? And equally important, why?


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​  I climbed the ladder placed under the Pin Oak tree and very carefully cut the branch holding the bee swarm—must have been over seven thousand honeybees huddled together in a ball protecting their queen. I scrambled down the ladder holding the branch with the clinging bees, but you know I’m not good at these things since my accident. Slowly I made it to the ground without falling off the ladder or dropping the branch. With my right hand, I swiped the clump of bees causing a huge mass of bees to fall into my swarm box. I shook the branch and thousands of remaining bees flew up around me and then settled on the white sheet placed under the swarm box. The honeybees marched like little soldiers into the swarm box bottom opening, each eager to be near their queen and gobble the honey I had smeared on some of the frames.
Happy that the bees were cooperating, I put the top of the swarm box back on and watched the bees go into the bottom entrance. Within an hour, all the bees would be in the box setting up housekeeping. Only then would I move the swarm box to a hive where I would install frames thick with the bees and a queen. For three days, I would keep them locked up, so to speak, in the hive before I removed grass clippings blocking the hive entrance and let them do their bee thing. At that time, I would open the top of the hive, look for the queen or signs that she was laying eggs. If I found no sign of baby bees, I would remove a frame from another hive which had a queen cell.
Happy with the successful swarm catch, I left the swarm box alone and retreated to my golf cart when my cell phone rang.
I answered, “Hello?”
“I thought you were coming to see the colt?” Shaneika Mary Todd asked.
Shaneika was my criminal lawyer. If you have to ask why I might need a criminal lawyer, then you haven’t lived in these parts for long. I’m famous for stumbling over dead bodies. It’s a curse.
“I was. I mean I am—but came across a swarm. Let me finish up here and I’ll be over.”
“Don’t tarry too long. The stable employees will be letting the horses out to the pastures soon.”
I looked at the swarm box. The bees were hurrying inside. “Shouldn’t be too much longer. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“I’ll be in the breeding barn. Comanche has a cover this morning.”
“Okay. I will meet you there as soon as I can,” I replied, hanging up. I watched bees march into the swarm box and figured they would be okay. I would pick the box up later. I got in my golf cart and petted Baby, who had been waiting patiently. “I’ll get the box after we see the new colt. Don’t let me forget my bees, Baby.”
My two hundred pound English Mastiff sneezed and put his massive paw on my
shoulder.
“Good boy,” I said, removing his paw and scratching him behind the ear. I
started the cart and headed over to my next door neighbor’s farm to find Shaneika and visit the colt.
The farm was owned by Lady Elsmere. She and Shaneika had bred their horses, Jean Harlow and Comanche, to produce a colt which they hoped would win the Kentucky Derby. It was Lady Elsmere’s dream to win the Kentucky Derby before she died. The colt had been born a few weeks back, but Shaneika banned visitors as Jean Harlow was a skittish mother. The fact that Shaneika had invited me today meant Jean Harlow had finally calmed down.
I really wanted to see the colt and wished Lady Elsmere and Shaneika well on their path to racing glory in the Kentucky Derby, but I had grown disenchanted with horse racing. Too many accidents on the racecourse.
Yeah, I know. I’m a hypocrite. I make money boarding race horses. I catch the overflow of pregnant Thoroughbreds whose offspring are trained on Lady Elsmere’s farm. I don’t take in stallions anymore as they are too difficult and high-strung. It’s a nice income but whenever I can catch a racing official’s ear, I bring him to task about racing horses too young and the need for the Thoroughbreds’ added protections. My advice goes in one ear and out the other. Oh, well, I do what I can.
I hear the horse owners have meetings about increasing the safety in the racing industry, but there are still too many spills on the racing course. That’s why I don’t go to Keeneland Race Course during the racing season.
Baby and I reached the breeding barn and waited for Shaneika. I texted her that I was outside. I don’t like to witness live covers. I find horses’ breeding encounters to be noisy, violent, and traumatic. The mare has to be covered in protective gear as the stallion can easily harm her with his sharp hooves and teeth. I always feel sorry for the mare.
I looked up from my phone and glimpsed a groom leading Comanche to a pasture. He must be done for the day.
Shaneika came out and waved.
“How did it go?” I asked.
“Very well.”
“You’re breeding Comanche too much. He can’t catch his breath. The dew is still on the grass, and you’ve got him covering a mare.”
“I need the money, Josiah.”
“Too much breeding weakens a stallion.”
Shaneika rolled her eyes. “That’s an old wives’ tale.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Before you berate me more, let’s visit the colt.” Shaneika’s hazel eyes brightened. “He’s a beauty. Black with a white star on his forehead and four white stocking feet.”
“You want Baby along?”
“He visits the nursery barn on a daily basis. The mares are not bothered at all by him and even Last Chance likes to play with him.”
“How does a colt play with a Mastiff?”
“Last Chance prances around Baby and tosses his head. Baby licks him. Sometimes they share a treat.”
It was always a mystery to me who my dog visited during the day while I worked in the bee yard.
“How’s Jean Harlow doing?”
“Much better. For a few moments, we thought Jean Harlow might reject her baby, but she came around. I’m not sure Lady Elsmere will breed her again though—as a dam, she is far too nervous.”
I muttered, “I see. The horse had postpartum depression.”
Shaneika gave me a playful slap before putting Baby in the back of the golf cart. “Let’s go. I need to get back to my office for my first appointment.”
I pushed on the pedals, and we moseyed over to the nursery. Excited, I entered the barn with Shaneika leading the way. It was still very early, and the mares were with their offspring in their stalls, quietly munching on hay. They would be let out when the grass had dried. However, kicking and neighing erupted from one stall.
Shaneika shot me a worried look. “That’s Jean Harlow. I know her cry.”
We both rushed to the stall. “What’s wrong?” I asked, seeing Shaneika’s alarmed facial expression.
Shaneika swung open the stall door and pushed a nervous Jean Harlow out of the way.
I grabbed the mare’s halter and led her out into the barn aisle. She was jumpy and hard to handle, so I shouted for aid. “Can someone help us, please?”
Shaneika ran out of the stall and began checking the others frantically.
“What is wrong?” I asked again, handing Jean Harlow over to a nursery groom who led the horse back into her stall.
Shaneika screamed, “WHAT’S WRONG? WHAT’S WRONG? LAST CHANCE IS MISSING. THAT’S WHAT’S WRONG!”
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** Don’t miss the rest of the series! **

Death By A HoneyBee
Death By Drowning
Death By Bridle
Death By Bourbon
Death By Lotto
Death by Chocolate
Death by Haunting
Death By Derby
Death By Design
Death By Malice
Death By Drama
Death By Stalking
Death By Deceit
Death By Magic
Death By Shock
Death By Chance
Death By Poison
Death By Greed
Death By Theft
Death By Betrayal

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Abigail Keam is an award-winning and Amazon best-selling author who writes the Josiah Reynolds Mystery Series about a Southern beekeeper turned amateur female sleuth. Besides loving history, Kentucky bourbon and chocolate, Abigail loves honeybees and for many years made her living by selling honey at a farmers’ market like her protagonist, Josiah Reynolds. She is an award-winning beekeeper who has won many honey awards at the Kentucky State Fair including the Barbara Horn Award, which is given to beekeepers who rate a perfect 100 in a honey competition.

Miss Abigail has taken her knowledge of beekeeping to create a fictional beekeeping protagonist, Josiah Reynolds, who solves mysteries in the Bluegrass. While Miss Abigail’s novels are for enjoyment, she discusses the importance of a local sustainable food economy and land management for honeybees and other creatures.

She currently lives on the Kentucky River in a metal house with her husband and various critters. She still has honeybees.

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Hello, I am Abigail Keam and let me introduce myself. Hopefully we will become friends.
I am the author of the award-winning contemporary Josiah Reynolds Mystery Series and the 1930s Mona Moon Mystery Series. As for my age, I am as old as my teeth.
My first mystery novel, DEATH BY A HONEYBEE, won the 2010 Gold Medal Award for Women’s Lit from Readers’ Favorite and was a Finalist of the USA BOOK NEWS-Best Books List of 2011. Since then I have won many writing awards and honey awards.
Honey awards? Yes, I used to make my living being a beekeeper and selling at farmers’ markets. The information about beekeeper Josiah is spot on. I should know – I have the stings to prove it.
I live in the Thoroughbred capital of the world – Lexington, Kentucky, USA where the past never dies and secrets abound in a world of antebellum mansions, oak-cured bourbon, and horses. My house sits on a cliff system called the Palisades which borders the Kentucky River.
My new novel is Death By Theft: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery.

I can tell you what inspired me to write my first Josiah Reynolds mystery.
I kept dreaming about Josiah Reynolds, my beekeeping sleuth. She wanted to be born, so I started writing about her and Death By A HoneyBee was born. Anything to keep her quiet.
I had no idea of how popular she would become. Death By Theft is the 19th Josiah Reynolds mystery. I love writing about Josiah, her quirky friends, and her animals. I love her life.

I been asked many times about my style.
I think less is more. I appreciate the hardboiled writing of Dashiell Hammett and James M. Cain.  I dislike a flowery approach to writing. I get angry if I have to skip page after page of numbing description. I do not use an outline or a formula. Each mystery is unique and meanders where Josiah wishes to go. Each mystery is a standalone but carries a thread about Josiah’s life.

How much of my books are realistic and based on someone I know?
I am terrible at eavesdropping on other people’s conversations.  One can learn the juiciest things that way. I also write about my neighbors, but they never recognize themselves.

If my book was made into a film, I would like the following to play Josiah and Mona.
Ashley Judd for Josiah Reynolds Mystery Series and Emilia Clarke for Mona Moon Mystery Series.

Here’s my advice for other writers?
It’s a tough business, so be prepared.  Have a thick skin. Also pick your target audience.
I write about women for women.  My characters are strong females.   There is no reason women can’t have adventures like male characters in literature.  Beyond that I adore interweaving history and beekeeping information into the story.  My stories are entertainment but there’s no reason the reader can’t pick up a fact or two along the way.

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