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Authors: Jessica Beck
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th
Donut Mystery
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Jessica Beck
DEEP FRIED HOMICIDE
Other Books by Jessica Beck
The Donut Shop Mysteries
Glazed Murder
Fatally Frosted
Sinister Sprinkles
Evil Éclairs
Tragic Toppings
Killer Crullers
Drop Dead Chocolate
Powdered Peril
Illegally Iced
Deadly Donuts
Assault and Batter
Sweet Suspects
Deep Fried Homicide
The Classic Diner Mysteries
A Chili Death
A Deadly Beef
A Killer Cake
A Baked Ham
A Bad Egg
A Real Pickle
A Burned Out Baker
The Ghost Cat Cozy Mysteries
Ghost Cat: Midnight Paws
Ghost Cat 2: Bid for Midnight
Jessica Beck is the
New York Times
Bestselling Author of the Donut Shop Mysteries,
The Classic Diner Mystery Series, and The Ghost Cat Cozy Mysteries.
To my spouse, for making it all possible in the first place!
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Chapter 1
I was two rooms away getting a beer when I heard the apartment door break open.
Someone, most likely a cop, yelled, “Freeze,” and the next thing I knew, two guns went off at the same time. I was Morton’s partner in crime; we’d killed together, making us a weird kind of blood brothers, but I wasn’t about to hang around to see who was alive, and who was dead. Where there was one cop, more would surely follow.
Revenge would have to wait until later.
At the moment, I just had to get out of there as fast as I could before a shot headed my way.
Chapter 2
My day began like most others at Donut Hearts. Honestly, after awhile, they tended to blur together. I woke up before anyone in her right mind would ever consider crawling out of bed, and I would soon begin making donuts with my assistant, Emma Blake, in the predawn hours of our sleepy little town of April Springs. Once that was accomplished, Emma and I would open the shop to let our customers in. After that, it was a matter of serving our small but loyal fan base until we finally locked our doors an hour before noon, unless it was one of those rare days where we sold out early. I tried to make sure that didn’t happen, but it was a delicate dance between making enough donuts for the day without having to get rid of too many after we were closed. By the time my day at Donut Hearts was over, I was usually worn out and ready to go home, take a shower, and grab a quick nap. Today wasn’t all that different, at least not so far, but I was due to have dinner with my best friend, Grace Gauge, later that night, and that made it special.
We never made it to the meal, though.
A possibility that I’d been dreading for years managed to kill that plan completely.
I just didn’t know it yet.
When the dark stranger dressed in a severe suit came into my shop just before closing, I thought at first that it might be someone trying to get a last-minute donut before we locked our doors for the day.
How I wish that was all that it had been.
“Are you Suzanne Hart?” the man asked me in a stern voice.
“I am indeed,” I said. “And if you’re looking for donuts, I can make you a pretty sweet deal on what I have left.”
“I’m afraid that’s not what this is about,” he said. There was a moment’s hesitation, and then he added, “I’m here about Jake Bishop,” as he took out a badge that looked all too familiar to me. I’d seen Jake’s enough; that was for sure.
“Is he okay?” I asked as my hand reached for the counter to steady myself. It was the worst nightmare for
anyone
close to a law enforcement officer, whether the visit came at noon or midnight.
“I’m sorry, but there’s been an incident,” the man said.
“An incident? What happened?” I tried to breathe, but my lungs didn’t seem to work. “Is he… dead?”
“No, but he’s been wounded in the line of duty. I’ve been told that Officer Bishop is going to be okay, but he wanted you to know what happened before he’d let the doctors in the emergency room work on him.”
“I need to be with him,” I said as I grabbed my bag and my jacket. “Is he still in Hickory?”
“He is, but there’s no rush. I’ve been told that no one will be able to see him for at least an hour.”
“Where exactly was he shot?” I asked as I tried to wrap my head around the news.
“In an apartment just outside of Hickory’s city limits,” the officer explained.
“I don’t care about the location!” I snapped. “Where on his body was he injured?”
The man nodded in understanding. “Officer Bishop took one round to the upper right arm just as he was returning fire. From what I understand, they were going to clean the wound and stitch him up as soon as I contacted you. According to what I was told, the bullet didn’t do any major damage, so he should be back up on his feet in no time.”
“How about the person who shot him?” I asked. Jake had been fairly close by lately, tracking down a madman who was killing circuit court judges. It was a high priority case, and he’d been working with all sorts of other law enforcement agencies trying to catch the madman.
“The suspect was killed instantly,” the state policeman said.
Was it odd that I didn’t shed a single tear for the man who’d shot my boyfriend, the one true love of my life? His fate didn’t even really matter to me at the moment. “Emma,” I yelled to my assistant in back. “You’re in charge, and I mean right now! I’ve got to go.”
“What’s going on?” my assistant asked as she came out from the kitchen, her hands still covered in sudsy soap. Emma might be young, but she was dependable, and I knew that I could trust her to run Donut Hearts in my absence.
“Somebody shot Jake. It looks as though he’s going to be okay, but I’m going to Hickory to be with him.”
A look of grave concern swept over her face. “Go, and don’t worry about the shop.”
“To be honest with you, I don’t care if it burns to the ground right now.” It surprised me that I meant it, too. The state policeman was standing between me and the donut shop’s front door, something that happened to be a big mistake at the moment. “Either get out of the way or prepare to be run over,” I said.
“I’m supposed to drive you,” he said, clearly a little unsettled by my aggression.
“Then let’s go,” I said. “I need to be with Jake.”
Chapter 3
As soon as we got into his unmarked squad car, I was glad that the state policeman was driving, because I was a nervous wreck, despite his assurance that Jake was going to be okay. As he started to drive, it began to lightly rain, and the sky darkened with intensity.
The weather matched my mood perfectly.
I suddenly realized that I didn’t even know the man’s name. “I know that I should have asked you earlier, but what’s your name?”
“I’m Officer Hanlan,” he said.
“Do you have a first name, Officer Hanlan?”
He smiled slightly for the first time since I’d met him. “It’s Terry.”
“Hi, Terry, it’s nice to meet you,” I said automatically. In all honesty, I wished that I’d never met him, at least not under the current circumstances.
“It’s good to meet you, too,” he said. “I’m truly sorry about Jake.”
“Do you know him well?” I asked as I looked out the window as the clouds began to darken even more. It appeared that we were in for a storm.
He turned his wipers on as he said, “As a matter of fact, we went to the academy together. Miss Hart, try not to worry about him too much. Jake’s one of the toughest officers I’ve ever known.”
“I don’t have any trouble believing that, but he’s still lousy at stopping bullets.”
That shut Terry up, though I didn’t mean for it to do that. I thought about Grace just then. “I need to make a few telephone calls. Do you mind?”
“Go right ahead,” he said.
I almost dialed Grace’s number first, but I knew that there was someone else I had to talk to first.
“Hello,” my mother said when she picked up.
“Momma, somebody just shot Jake,” I said, the words coming out in a rush. Tears mixed in with my words. I tried to stop them, but I couldn’t help it. I’d held it together so far, but just hearing my mother’s voice was enough to send me spiraling out of control.
“Take a breath, Suzanne,” Momma said calmly, “and tell me what happened.”
“He was tracking down a killer in Hickory and he got shot,” I said.
“How is he?” Momma asked in measured tones.
“He’s in the emergency room at the moment, but they think he’s going to be okay.”
After a slight pause, Momma said with a sigh of relief, “That’s wonderful news. Suzanne, stay right where you are, and I’ll come and get you. We’ll go together.”
“I’m riding with a state policeman to Hickory even as we speak,” I said, dabbing at my nose a little. At least I’d been able to rein in the tears.
“That’s good. I’ll meet you there. Which hospital is he in?”
“Hang on a second. I’ll check.” I covered the phone and asked Terry, “Where is he?”
“Catawba Memorial,” he said.
“He’s at Catawba,” I said, relaying the information to Momma.
“I’ll see you there, then,” she said.
“Thanks, Momma,” I answered barely above a whisper.
“It’s going to be all right. I love you, sweetie.”
“I love you, too,” I said. I suddenly realized that I couldn’t stand another conversation, not even with my best friend. “Would you call Grace and explain what happened?”
“Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll see you soon.”