We’d barely finished our appetizers when Jimmy “the Gyp” got bashed in the back of the head. I clutched my champagne glass as Crusher, the Don’s bodyguard, rushed past our table.
Turns out that was just the first fatality of many aboard ship.
“I told you business trips are more exciting when you bring me,” I said to my husband.
He tipped his fedora.
“Everything is more exciting when you’re along,” Derek replied.
Last month he mentioned he had to go to Yakima and Tri-Cities to see some customers, and was considering spending a day in Walla Walla if I would join him.
What I heard was, “Want to go on an epic adventure with me? I’ll be traveling to the Palm Springs of Washington and then to the site of a decommissioned nuclear production facility. We could add an overnight in wine country, if you want.”
So, of course, I agreed.
Thanks to WiFi I can work from anywhere, and if anywhere includes a chaise lounge beside a pool, so much the better.
Our overnight in Yakima was quick, but we knew we’d be spending a couple days in the Tri-Cities. That’s when I remembered some friends had texted us about the fun they had aboard a murder mystery cruise on the Columbia River.
We found the Water2Wine website and booked a pair of tickets. Our purchase included a 2 1/2-hour cruise on the Columbia, complimentary glasses of champagne, a four-course dinner, and a murder mystery presented by the Desert Dahlias theater group.
On a sparkling summer evening, we boarded the 96-foot Chrysalis luxury yacht. Programs listing the cast of characters for “Mafia Murders” waited at our table. We were instructed to interact with the cast, ask questions and perhaps even solve the mystery. Many of the guests wore vintage 1920s-style clothing, which added to the fun.
As plots go, this one was as thin as the paper the program was printed on. A “Babyface” Don, a jealous older brother, a hijacked liquor shipment, a moll, a troubled sister, a violent bodyguard, a mafia accountant and his twin brother, and a long-suffering Italian auntie.
Oh yeah, and lots of murder and mayhem.
Deft servers delivered food and drink while the melodrama evolved around us. The mighty Columbia provided a beautiful backdrop.
Between courses, we spent some time on deck, enjoying the warm evening on the water.
A commotion broke out behind us as we returned to our table. Crusher, the bodyguard, collapsed, his throat slit.
Surprisingly, nothing whets the appetite like a dead body on the floor behind you. However, as Derek sliced into his perfectly prepared steak, the Sneak approached him.
“You there. Youse look like a big guy. We need a bodyguard, see. Crusher, he got whacked, and we can’t leave the Don unprotected.”
Derek, obliging, flexed his biceps.
“Yeah, not bad. Stand up. What would you do if I had a gun in this hand, here?”
My husband’s 24-year military career did include some hand-to-hand combat instruction, so he rather expertly “disarmed” the Sneak, all the while grinning at me.
While he could strip an imaginary gun from the hand of an assailant, he couldn’t prevent what happened next.
As dessert was served, Babyface drank a poisoned cocktail and collapsed at our feet. Before Derek could be berated, or beheaded for his lapse in duty, shots were fired and the Sneak fell in a crumpled heap.
“No offense, honey, but I think it’s best if you stay in the industrial tooling business,” I said, patting Derek’s arm.
He grinned and dug into his strawberry-topped cake.
As to whodunit? I’m not one to spoil a mystery. You’ll have to book your own cruise to find the answer.
The sun set as the Chrysalis sailed toward the dock.
“I think I should take you on all my business trips,” Derek said, putting his arm around me.
And who am I to argue with a former mafia bodyguard?