Blackberry Pie Murder (2 page)

“You’re not wearing makeup,” Hannah said, commenting on her mother’s less-than-perfect appearance.

“I didn’t have time to put it on. I just rushed right over here to show you. Have you girls seen this
atrocity
?”

Hannah looked up at the paper Delores was waving over her head like a saber. “Is that the
Lake Eden Journal
?” she hazarded a guess.

“Yes! And I’m never going to speak to Rod Metcalf again!” Delores named the editor and owner of the town newspaper. “He’s nothing but a . . . a snake in the grass!”

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Hannah didn’t want to ask, but her younger sisters were silent and someone had to find out what was wrong. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Mother. What did Rod do?”

“He wrote this!” Delores slammed the paper down on the stainless steel surface in front of Hannah. “Just read it and you’ll see what I mean!”

Hannah glanced at the headline. “
Jordan High Gulls Win
Three Games in a Row?
” she asked, reading it aloud.

“Not that one!”

“Loretta Richardson Never Lost Hope That Her Daughter Would Come Home?”

“Not that one, either! Read the article below it. I’ve never been so mortified in my entire life!”

“
When Is the Next One? No Body Nose!
” Hannah read the heading on the article halfway down the page.

“Yes! That awful man ridiculed us! I don’t know what you girls are going to do about this, but I plan to pull the curtains closed and never leave my house again! I don’t appreciate being the object of public mockery!”

Hannah’s sisters were regarding her curiously and Hannah began reading the article aloud. “It’s been over four months since a member of the Swensen family has sniffed out the body of a murder victim,” she began, but Delores held up a hand to stop her.

“Reading it once was quite enough for me. I don’t want to hear it again!”

“I understand,” Hannah said, even though she was secretly amused at Rod’s heading
No Body Nose
and his reference to sniffing out murder victims. Although it took a great deal of restraint on her part, she kept a solemn expression on her face as she pushed the cookie plate a bit closer to her mother. “I baked these just for you, Mother.”

“All right, dear. I’ll have one. I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief as her mother reached for 6

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a cookie. Perhaps the endorphins in the chocolate would have a calming effect. Then she spread out the newspaper in the center of the worktable and motioned for her sisters to crowd around her so that all three of them could read it silently.

The article continued in the same vein, pointing out that with the exception of Coach Watson, every other Lake Eden homicide victim had been discovered by someone in the Swensen family. There was even a tally sheet, arranged like a baseball box score, showing Hannah with the most “hits,”

followed by Delores and Andrea. Michelle was in last place with nothing but strikeouts. Under the score box was a quote from Andrea’s husband, Bill Todd, the Winnetka County Sheriff, who said that the drop in the murder rate had made it possible for his deputies to take care of routine matters like serving warrants for smaller crimes and tracking down citi-zens who had failed to show up for jury duty. Then Rod quoted one of Hannah’s boyfriends, Deputy Mike Kingston, who said his homicide detectives were almost caught up on paperwork. The article ended with another quote from Mike that had Hannah wincing slightly because he speculated that perhaps Hannah’s uncanny ability to find murder victims, an attribute he called her “
slaydar,
” was on the blink.

There was an awkward moment of silence as they all finished reading and then Hannah spoke. “We really shouldn’t be that upset over this,” she said, attempting to put the best spin on what she’d just read. “Rod didn’t have enough real news so he put this in as one of his little jokes.”

“It’s
not
funny!” Delores said, and her tone was icy. “It’s cruel. And after Doc reads it, he’ll be just as embarrassed as I am. I wouldn’t blame him a bit if he called off the wedding!”

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going to take it seriously, Mother.” Hannah turned to her sisters. “Right, girls?”

“Right!” Michelle agreed quickly.

“Everybody in Lake Eden knows that Rod has a strange sense of humor,” Andrea said. “Remember when he ran that awful picture of Bill right after he was elected sheriff?”

“The one that said
Law Enforcement at Its Finest
?” Hannah asked, unable to keep the grin off her face as she remembered the photo of her brother-in-law dressed in the bank robber outfit he’d worn when he took Tracey and her friends out to Trick or Treat for Halloween.

“Yes. Bill knew it was a joke. He even thought it was funny. And so did everybody else at the sheriff’s station.”

“That’s not the same thing!” Delores said, giving Andrea the look that all three girls had named
Mother’s Death Ray
.

“You girls may think this is funny, but I’ll never be able to hold my head up in this town again!”

The sisters exchanged glances, but no one was about to argue the point. Despite the fact that she’d reached for another cookie, their mother was still in a terrible mood. The silence stretched on for several more seconds and finally Michelle spoke up.

“Where’s Lisa?” Michelle asked in an obvious attempt to change the subject.

“At Cyril’s garage,” Hannah told her. “Her car was supposed to be ready by seven and Herb dropped her off there on his way to work.”

Andrea glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. “It’s eight-thirty. I guess Cyril didn’t have it ready on time.”

“That’s not surprising.” Delores gave a little laugh. “The last time I took my car in for an oil change, it took two days.

What’s wrong with Lisa’s car?”

Hannah’s spirits lifted considerably as her mother helped herself to a third cookie. “Her fuel pump went out. She was going to call if Cyril couldn’t have it ready to go by nine.”

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As if on cue, the phone rang and Michelle got up to answer it. Hannah listened to Michelle’s end of the conversation for a beat and then she got up to retrieve her car keys.

“It’s not ready?” Andrea asked, as Michelle hung up the phone.

“Not yet. I’ll open the coffee shop if you want to drive out there, Hannah.”

“And I’ll help,” Andrea added. “I’m good at pouring coffee and talking to people.”

Delores nodded. “I’ll help too, but I’m going to stay out here in the kitchen so I don’t have to talk about Rod’s horrid article. I’ll fill the display jars and you girls can carry the cookies into the coffee shop.”

“Thanks for helping,” Hannah said sincerely. Her family had never failed to volunteer whenever she needed help. She glanced out the window and frowned slightly as she realized the sky was overcast. “I wonder if it’s going to . . .” Hannah stopped speaking abruptly as they all heard a crashing boom outside. A few seconds later, a blinding flash lit up the darkening sky.

“You’d better take an umbrella, dear,” Delores warned her. “I was listening to KCOW radio in the car on my way here and Rayne Phillips said that there was a sixty-percent chance of a summer storm this morning.”

“He should have made that a hundred percent chance,”

Andrea commented as raindrops began to pelt against the windowpane.

Hannah grabbed an umbrella from the coat rack by the back door. “I’d better hurry. If Lisa calls, tell her I’m on the way and I’ve got an extra umbrella in the car for her.”

“Just a minute,” Delores said, stopping Hannah before she could leave.

“What is it?” Hannah asked, turning to face her mother.

“I want you to promise me you won’t find any dead bodies on your way out to Cyril’s garage.”

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glad. The chocolate in the cookies must have helped. Delores was getting her sense of humor back.

“I promise,” Hannah said.

“Or on your way back, either.”

“Yes, Mother,” Hannah promised, heading out the door and into the rain.

Chapter

!
Two
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Arainy morning in August presented problems that appeared almost insurmountable just as soon as Hannah drove out of the parking lot in back of The Cookie Jar. It was so muggy that the windows in her Suburban were already starting to fog up. By the time she got to the end of the alley, she’d used her hand to wipe off a clear space to peer through, and she had to lower the driver’s side window to keep it from fogging up again. This meant the rain came in, but she figured that a little rain was better than running into a building or another vehicle.

Naturally, the air conditioner wasn’t working. It seemed the only time it worked was in the winter when she didn’t need it. Ditto for the heater, which seemed to work best in the summer. In order to keep the windshield from fogging up so much that she couldn’t see the pavement, she had to endure a wet left sleeve. “At least I don’t wear glasses,” Hannah muttered as she turned right on First Street and headed for the highway that would lead her to Murphy’s Motors.

At highway speeds, the rain no longer came in the window and Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t go as fast as she would have liked because it hadn’t rained in over a week and the asphalt was slick with oil from the trucks that barreled down this route every day. Every time the lightning flashed, she could see an answering gleam in the surface of BLACKBERRY PIE MURDER

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the wet roadway and the rumbling of thunder outside her open window made listening to the radio impossible.

The giants in the sky are bowling
, Hannah thought, smiling as she remembered her father’s reassuring words when the booming thunder had frightened her as a child.
But why
is it flashing?
she’d asked him, pointing up at the lightning.

Because their bowling balls have flashing lights in them
, he’d answered. And from that moment on, Hannah had wished for a toy bowling ball with lights in it each and every Christmas until she was old enough to realize that it was all a fig-ment of her father’s imagination.

She was almost there. Hannah pulled off at the next exit and took the access road to the turnoff that led to Cyril’s garage. It was two miles down a gravel road and even though it was bumpy, she was glad to be off the highway. She pulled in past the gas pumps, past the metal shed where the limou-sines were kept for Cyril’s second business, Shamrock Limo, and pulled up close to the door that led to the customer waiting room.

Lisa must have been watching for her because she dashed out the door almost before Hannah’s truck stopped, holding a newspaper over her head as an umbrella. “We’re going to be late,” she said, climbing into the passenger seat. “It’s almost nine.”

“No problem. Andrea and Michelle are opening for us and Mother offered to fill the cookie jars. Everything’s under control.”

“Oh, good!” Lisa buckled her seatbelt. “Cyril thought he’d be finished by now, but they sent the wrong fuel pump and he had to order a new one. He promised to have my car ready by five and I can pick it up when I get off work today.”

“I’ll give you a ride out here,” Hannah offered, glancing down at the newspaper that Lisa had dropped to the floor-boards. “Is that the
Lake Eden Journal
?”

“Yes. I think you should buy up all the copies so your mother doesn’t see the article.”

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“Too late. Mother came in this morning waving the paper and spitting nails.”

“I can understand that. But everybody knows that Rod tends to go too far when he tries to be funny. Did you manage to calm her down before you left?”

“I think so. She ate four Chocolate-Covered Cherry Cookies.”

“And that did it?”

“It seemed to. Before I left The Cookie Jar, she actually smiled and made me promise not to find any more dead bodies.”

“Okay then.” Lisa frowned slightly. “I’m sorry I missed the wedding planning meeting, but maybe it’s a good thing I did. I just don’t have any more ideas for the wedding cake and the table decorations. It’s hard to plan when she hasn’t settled on the wedding colors yet.”

“That’s okay. We didn’t have time for the meeting anyway.” Hannah came to the entrance that led to the highway, but she bypassed it to continue down the gravel road.

“Aren’t we taking the highway?”

“No. My windshield wipers need replacing and I was practically blinded every time someone passed me. I figured we’re better off taking the back roads to town.”

“Fine with me.” Lisa rolled down her window and breathed in the cool air.

“You’re going to get wet,” Hannah warned her.

“I know, but I’ve got another blouse at the shop. And it’s like a sauna in here. It’s too bad you can’t get your climate-control system fixed.”

Hannah laughed. “What climate-control system? They didn’t call it that when my cookie truck was built. And even if I had one, it probably wouldn’t work. At least Mike had the heater fixed . . . sort of. And the air-conditioning has never worked right. Cyril says I need a whole new unit and it’s just not worth sinking the money into something this old.”

“Time for a new cookie truck?”

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“Yes, but only when I can afford it. I don’t want to take on any big car payments while I’m still paying off my condo.”

“I can understand that. Herb and I were talking about getting something newer for me when the fuel pump went out, but we decided to nurse my car along for as long as we could.”

“That’s exactly the way I feel. I’m going to hang on to this truck . . .” Hannah paused for a moment as thunder rumbled loudly overhead. With the windows up, it had been quieter, but the advantages of cool air outweighed the ease of conversation. “. . . just as long as I can,” she finished.