Skating around the Law (Rebecca Robbins Series #1)

Skating around the Law (Rebecca Robbins Series #1)

by Joelle Charbonneau


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Rebecca Robbins is a woman on a mission—-to sell the roller rink she inherited from her mother and get back to Chicago. Fast. However, when she discovers the dead body of the town's handyman headfirst in a rink toilet, potential buyers are scared off. Now Rebecca is stuck in a small town where her former neighbors think she doesn't belong, living with her scarily frisky grandfather, Pop, and relying on a police department that's better at gardening than solving crimes.

Eager to move forward with her life, Rebecca begins investigating the murder herself, reluctantly accepting help from Pop and his extensive social network, which includes a handsome veterinarian and a former circus camel named Elwood. Nevertheless, someone isn't happy she's looking into the case, and their threats will have her questioning whether playing sleuth was such a good idea after all.

Joelle Charbonneau's debut is a sheer delight—-a laugh-out-loud mystery with plenty of heart.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780312629809
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 09/28/2010
Series: Rebecca Robbins Series , #1
Pages: 288
Product dimensions: 7.30(w) x 11.30(h) x 1.02(d)

About the Author

Joelle Charbonneau has worked as a professional singer and actress and currently is a private voice instructor. Joelle lives with her husband and toddler son in Illinois.

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Skating Around the Law



Falling on my ass really hurts. My mother told me that after taking my first steps I fell smack on my butt. Well, I’ve been whacking my backside on the floor ever since, both figuratively and literally. Today, I did it surrounded by a bunch of five-year-olds.

A little girl with big brown eyes and a purple stain on her overalls leaned over me. She pulled her thumb out of her mouth. “Rebecca, you gonna be okay?”

Trying to maintain a little dignity, I struggled up to my elbows and smiled at the tiny faces peering down at me. The whole scene had me feeling a little like Gulliver surrounded by Lilliputians.

One Lilliputian’s eyes filled with sympathetic tears. I plastered a fake smile on my face and said, “I’ll be fine.” Or I would be if no one started crying. I love kids, but my ability to console a hysterical child from the middle of the roller rink floor seemed chancy at best.

“That looked like it hurt a lot.” This from an angelic-looking boy.

“It doesn’t hurt at all,” I lied, struggling back up onto my roller skates. Once all five foot six of me was right side up I gave a triumphant smile. I then looked down at my class of kids wondering what I was supposed to teach them next.

A masculine voice over the loudspeaker took pity on me. “All students come over to the blue wall. We’re going to end today’s classes with the Hokey Pokey.”

The kids lost interest in my pratfall. They skated over to the far wall painted Crayola blue as music started blaring from the sound system. Once their happy faces were gone, I rubbed my stinging backside and rolled across the floor to the sidelines.

“You should probably brush up on your skating before teaching the next class.” My grandfather’s voice reached over my shoulder. I turned, and he smiled at me. The smile was kind even if it was a little scary. Pop had forgotten to put in his partial. “The kids lose respect for a teacher who spends more time on the ground than on her feet.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not their teacher,” I replied. “I was just filling in while George took a phone call.”

Pop gave me a stern look. “Rebecca Robbins, your mother taught classes every Saturday until she died. It wouldn’t hurt for you to follow in her footsteps.”

My mother was one of the most graceful people I ever met in my thirty years on this earth. She successfully taught hundreds of kids how to spin, jump, and roll. I was her one colossal failure.

“She was a professional roller skater, Pop. I’m not.”

He wagged his finger at me. “Your mother said you would have been great if you had applied yourself. Instead you ran off to the city to do God-knows-what at that office.”

“I’m a mortgage broker, not a prostitute,” I said. Although some days the idea of streetwalking seemed preferable. Xeroxing documents and having people sign on the dotted line didn’t put me in the fast lane to success. Besides which, my boss had recently started showing a personal interest in me. An interest I didn’t share. Still, the job paid well enough, and it wasn’t Indian Falls. The last part mattered most.

“You’re a roller rink owner now. It’s time you took some pride in this place. Your mother dedicated her life to making the Toe Stop an important part of the community. People around here count on this rink.”

“I know, Pop.” His words made my stomach go squishy with guilt. “But I have a job and a life in Chicago. I can’t keep the roller rink running from a hundred and seventy miles away.”

This earned me a harrumph. My grandfather hitched up his bright red pants. “You could run this place if you wanted to. I did it out of love for your mother after she died, but my doctor says I can’t anymore. A year was my limit. Besides, I’m too old to be running a business. Think of my blood pressure.”

As far as I knew, Pop’s blood pressure readings were better than mine. Still, hearing him talk about his health scared me, so I changed the subject. “You’re not too old to have several different ‘lady friends,’” I teased. “At least three different women introduced themselves to me as your significant other.” I wondered what the doctor would say about that.

Pop shrugged. “I’ve been taking a few out for a test drive.” Pop shook his head and scolded, “Don’t look at me like that. Your grandmother passed years ago. I’d say it’s about time I started dating again. You don’t want me to live the rest of my life alone, do you?”

“Of course not, Pop,” I said. My grandfather deserved to be happy. Problem was, I found it embarrassing to have a grandfather with a more active social life than mine.

“Rebecca, I want you to think about what you’re doing here.” Pop gave the rink a wistful look and ran his hand through his bushy white hair. “This place is special. Once you get rid of it you’ll never get it back.”

Pop shuffled toward the door and into the May sunshine, leaving me on the sidelines alone. I listened to the song as it asked people to “put your whole self in.” As far as I was concerned, my whole body was already in, and I really wanted out. Since my dad ditched us two decades ago, my only dream was to get away from Indian Falls, Illinois.

And I had.

I headed for the office and closed the door. My mother’s face smiled at me from a frame on the scarred wooden desk. The picture had been taken about twenty-five years ago. Mom’s brown hair was pulled into a ponytail. She wore a short blue skating skirt, and her fingers were holding a wide-eyed little girl’s hand. The little girl had red corkscrew curls and freckles and was wearing skates and a big smile.

The little girl was me. Since I was nine, life had been just like that picture—Mom and me—with Pop and Grandma looking on with a smile. Last year I was shocked when a heart attack took Mom. Now, as much as it hurt, I was skating solo.

Sighing, I sank into the rickety chair and flipped on the computer. There were bills to pay, receipts to keep track of, and paychecks to write. Those things I understood. It was the blaring music coming under my door, the pull of Indian Falls and this roller rink, that I didn’t get.

Kids got it.

My grandfather preached about it.

My mother loved it.

I looked down at the desk calendar with today’s date circled in red. “Meet Doreen the Realtor at two.”

I was going to sell it.

“I know it’s my job, but I just hate the thought of selling this place.” Doreen’s eyes blinked at me from behind her rhinestone-encrusted black-framed glasses. “My kids loved learning to skate here. My granddaughter, Brittany, skates here now. She’s right over there.”

My eyes followed Doreen’s red-tipped finger to where it pointed out a teenaged girl dressed in low-rider black jeans, a very tight black shirt, and heavy black eyeliner. Too bad the tan rental skates kind of ruined the great goth look Brittany had going.

Doreen gave a little finger wave. The girl glared back, eliciting a small “tsk” from her grandmother. “I can’t imagine what’ll happen to the kids in this town if this place closes. Where will they go? Your mother understood how important the Toe Stop was to the community.”

Translation: I was a complete schmuck for not caring. I did, but I wasn’t about to stay here.

“You know what the rink looks like,” I said. I gestured to the side door. “Why don’t we start the tour upstairs in the apartment?”

Doreen nodded her permed, champagne-colored head. She trailed behind me, chattering all the way. “The rink is in great shape—new floors, new carpet, fresh paint. Anyone can see that. My granddaughter raves about the new sound system. All those renovations must have cost your mother a fortune.”

Yep. The checks I’d been writing to cover the loan she’d taken out proved it.

We reached the top of the stairs, and I fiddled with my key ring, trying to find the right key.

“It’s too bad your mother didn’t live long enough to enjoy the benefits of that investment. I don’t think her death will hurt the sale of this place, but you never know. Once we hold the open house, we’ll get a better handle on how quickly we can get a sale.”

The keys fell from my fingers. Doreen adjusted her sparkly glasses and peered at me. “Are you okay, dear?”

“I’m fine.” Maybe. I grabbed the keys. Quickly, I flipped through to find the one for this door. “What did you mean when you said my mom’s death could hurt the sale of the rink?”

Doreen twittered. “Sometimes people feel a little squeamish investing money in a place where someone died. You know”—her voice got low and whispery—“because it could be haunted or cursed.”

Cursed? My body shivered as one of the keys slid into the lock. A turn of the handle and the door swung open.

Any ghost in here? I thought. Mom?

I flipped on the light. Nope, no ghosts. Just some furniture and a lot of dust. Otherwise everything was the same.

That fact shouldn’t have surprised me. I hadn’t stepped foot in the apartment since Mom died. Pop took care of packing up designated items in the will and stuff for charity. I just couldn’t do it.

Doreen wandered around the expansive combination living and dining room, nodding with approval. The room ran the width of the roller rink. A large, recently updated kitchen was to our right. Bedrooms were down on the other end. The apartment even had a window that overlooked the rink floor. When I was a kid, my mother used to shout instructions to me as I stumbled around on my skates.

“How many bedrooms did you say there were?”

I wrung my hands together and shot a look toward the stairs. I couldn’t stay here much longer. Not without losing it.

“Three,” I answered. Mine, Mom’s, and the obligatory guest room. I hadn’t used my bedroom much since I’d left for the city eight years ago.

“And only one bathroom?”

If you didn’t count the ten stalls just down the stairs.

“Is that a problem?” I asked.

Doreen shrugged. “You never know about these things. You should probably have someone come fix things up a bit before we start showing the property. I noticed a couple of places where the paint was chipped, and a new knob and lock on the front door would be a good idea. I thought I saw Mack Murphy downstairs with his tools. He could do it for you. Just make sure you don’t pay him until he’s finished.”

“Mack always did good work for Mom.” He had been nice to me while I was growing up, too. That combination made me leap to his defense.

Doreen gave a fierce frown. “Mack’s changed. You’ll have to take my word on it, and I’ll leave it at that.”

I let Doreen wander around the apartment alone. Ten minutes later, I was relieved to head back downstairs.

Hip-hop music assaulted us the minute we stepped back into the rink. A couple of dozen kids were racing around the wooden floor in a circle while strobe lights flashed from the ceiling. It was just one big dance party hosted by yours truly.

I took a step toward the refreshment stand and felt a tug on my arm. It was Doreen’s granddaughter. She wasn’t wearing the angry scowl. In fact, she looked kind of freaked.

“Is something wrong, Brittany?”

Brittany’s black-lined eyes shifted toward the bathrooms behind us. “I think someone is sick or something in the girls’ bathroom.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course someone was sick. Eating junk food and then racing around in a circle was enough to make any hyperactive kid puke.

“Okay.” I gave the girl a smile. “I’ll go take a look.”

I dodged a few kids zooming toward the refreshment area and pushed the girls’ bathroom door open. Except for the music, everything seemed quiet.

The bathroom smelled of Pine-Sol and hand soap. My nose didn’t detect any vomit. Hopeful that Brittany was mistaken, I braced myself for previously chewed pizza and began pushing open the stall doors. Nothing. Next one. Nothing. I reached the handicapped stall. Four down. So far so good.

I gave the door a nudge, peered in, and almost passed out. My knees trembled. My stomach did a triple gainer, and I leaned against the stall door for support. On the stall floor, not moving, was handy Mack. His arms were wrapped around the toilet tank. His head…well, I think he put his head in and shook it all about. His face was somewhere below the water level, and he wasn’t moving. Both were very bad.

I heard the door swing open behind me. The click of heels was followed by a loud “tsk.” Doreen’s voice chirped, “Damn, Rebecca. This is going to kill the rink’s market value for sure.”

SKATING AROUND THE LAW. Copyright © 2010 by Joelle Charbonneau. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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Skating Around the Law 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Thirtyish Chicago mortgage broker Rebecca Robbins inherits a roller skating rink from her deceased mom in her hometown of Indian Falls, Illinois. She has no plans to keep it and wants to sell it as soon as possible. However, her plan to sell immediately is placed on hold when maintenance man Mack Murphy is found dead with his head in a toilet and prescription pills on the floor nearby. The obvious conclusion is suicide, but medical examiner Doc Truman thinks a homicide occurred. Remaining in town longer than she planned, Rebecca considers sleuthing to expedite the sale as the cops seem more Keystone than detective; while her grandfather Pop, veterinarian Lionel Franklin and Elwood the retired circus camel want her to stay. This is a well written amusing amateur sleuth that readers will enjoy as the locals (except the above mentioned trio) no longer consider Rebecca a native as she is Chicago tainted especially since she could not wait to leave town from the moment her dad deserted her and her mom. The story line is faster than a spin around the track, but it is the jocularity that makes Skating Around the Law an entertaining whodunit. Harriet Klausner
IandSsmom More than 1 year ago
Loved this book! Very much a Stephanie Plum feel to the book. Had a wonderful cast of characters- including the animals! Fun story line, really enjoyable to read. Little suspense at the end and a good love story- what's not to like! Can't wait for the next book!
jj_julie More than 1 year ago
What a great debut for Joelle Charbonneau! In Skating Around The Law, Rebecca is feisty & funny as she begrudgingly reacquaints herself with her childhood hometown. Hilarity ensures as Rebecca tries to overcome the ineptitude of the town sheriff's department while trying to solve a murder so she can return to her 'real life' in the city. Outstanding characters make this book something special (I personally love Elwood). It's a funny and engrossing read that you just hate to put down.
IandSsmom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Loved this book! Very much a Stephanie Plum feel to the book. Had a wonderful cast of characters- including the animals! Fun story line, really enjoyable to read. Little suspense at the end and a good love story- what's not to like! Can't wait for the next book!
dorisannn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed this cozy set in a small Illinois town. The heroine was great fun. The roller skate rink, a unique setting and a well plotted mystery. The character thinks she making a short trip to her home town to sell the roller rink her mother still loved. A dead body and a truly inept police force delays her trip back to Chicago. And a handsome, sexy vet, with his own camel makes her stay not so bad after all
Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
Rebecca Robbins has returned to her small home town just long enough to sell her mother's roller rink. But when the town handy man is found murdered in the women's bathroom, she realizes she needs to get his murder solved quickly since no one is interested in it. A typical cozy series debut, but I really enjoyed the characters and found the story fun.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very enjoyable! Not a heavy mystery read.
Candace-LoveyDoveyBooks More than 1 year ago
Joelle Charbonneau's Skating Around the Law is a fun and exciting mystery that will leave readers in stitches of laughter! Every unexpected turn of the plot is suspense filled and mixed with a little attraction and humor. Charbonneau doesn't waste time when introducing readers to her star character, Rebecca Robbins. On a temporary stay in her hometown, Indian Falls, Rebecca is determined to sell her late mother's skating rink. The only problem is that no one is interested in real estate when death is involved. Rebecca takes it upon herself to investigate and find the murderer of the town's handy man, Mack. The faster the case closes, the faster she's back in Chicago. For a mortgage broker, Rebecca does surprisingly well when asking questions and looking for clues. Her ability to take charge without fear, even if her motivations are somewhat selfish, sets Rebecca as a pleasant and admirable lead. Charbonneau hits the nail on the head when it comes to characterization for the whole cast. Even the minor characters, and not just the human ones, bring entertainment to the story to keep it light-hearted between the sneaking and sleuthing. Skating Around the Law is the perfect novel to introduce readers to the mind of Joelle Charbonneau. Her idea of mystery is easy-going, fascinating, and suspenseful all wrapped in one. Following the first book of the series is Skating Over the Line, which is bound to be one of the greatest sequels known to mystery lovers! Originally posted on Lovey Dovey Books
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