Fudge Cupcake Murder (9 page)

"Sounds serious," Hannah commented. "What did Sheriff Grant say to that?"

"He said he was sick of hearing about it and Nettie should drop it, that there was no way he'd have them under his roof."

"Who's them?"

"I don't know. That's when Kate and Becky pushed back their chairs and left. Do you think it's important, Hannah?"

"It could be," Hannah said, thinking about it. If Nettie had promised to rent half of the duplex to someone and Sheriff Grant went to tell the people they couldn't move in, it might have resulted in a fight that escalated to murder.

"I think you should run next door, Hannah. When they were leaving, I heard Becky say she had to find the right dress to wear to her nephew's wedding. They probably went straight to Claire's shop."

Hannah headed for the door. Visiting Mother and Carrie's shop was one thing, but she didn't need any urging to visit her neighbor on the other side. Claire Rodgers was a good friend and she wanted an update on Claire's romance with Reverend Knudson, the Lutheran minister.

A chill wind was blowing as Hannah dashed across her parking lot and knocked at the rear door of Beau Monde Fashions. She heard the far-off sound of geese honking as they migrated south for the winter and she glanced up at the battleship-gray sky. A ragged vee was just disappearing over the tops of the pines that lined both sides of Third Street. The songbirds had already left and now the geese were bailing for the winter. Soon only the winter birds would be left, bright blue Jays, vivid red Cardinals, and glowing green and yellow Nuthatches sitting high in the pines like jewels amidst the branches.

"Hannah?" Claire looked both pleased and surprised as she opened her back door. "Come in. It's cold out there."

"I know. Do you have customers?"

"Not a soul. It's been a slow afternoon."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Hannah commiserated. The financial life of a small business owner was often touch and go.

"Oh, it's all right. The morning was very good and Becky Summers was just in. She bought three dresses."

"How's Reverend Knudson?"

"He's just fine, Hannah." Claire's smile was positively beatific. "He's also very persuasive. He's going to announce our engagement the Sunday before Christmas."

"You said yes!" Hannah grinned at her friend. With one failed romance behind her, Claire had finally found a man she could love and trust.

"You'll be there for the announcement, won't you, Hannah?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Hannah promised. She knew Claire was nervous about the congregation's reaction to the engagement. Although no one except Hannah, Andrea, and Norman knew for sure, everyone in town suspected that Claire had at one time been Mayor Bascomb's mistress. "If anyone gives you a rough time about it, just let me know and I'll cut them off from cookies for life."

Claire laughed, but she sobered quickly. "You know? I believe you would. You're a good friend, Hannah."

"I'm a good friend who wants to pump you for information," Hannah amended it. "You've heard about Bill, haven't you?"

"Of course, and the whole thing is absurd. You're trying to clear him?"

"Yes. Did Kate and Becky mention the fight that Sheriff Grant had with his wife?"

"They mentioned it."

"Did they happen to drop the name of the renters Nettie wanted for the duplex?"

Claire shook her head. "I don't think they knew. They were speculating about it while Becky was trying on dresses. Kate said it had to be someone with a child."

"Really?" Hannah's ears perked up. This was grist for the sleuthing mill. "Why did Kate think that?"

"Because right before Sheriff Grant drove off, he rolled down his window and shouted out that he wouldn't have that child under his roof. Except he didn't say child."

"What did he say?"

"I don't know, but it must have been bad because Kate said she wouldn't repeat it."

"How about you, Claire? Do you have any idea who the disputed renters could be?"

"They could be Nettie's relatives. Last year, she asked my advice on finding a Christmas present for a little girl. I told her about The Pink Giraffe in Anoka, but I warned her that their things were expensive. She said that didn't matter, that it was for family and she wanted to buy something special."

Hannah was impressed. Claire had put two facts together and come up with a very good clue. "Do you happen to know what she bought?"

"Yes, I do. She told me all about it the next time she came in. She said she found a child's chair that looked like a seated plush bear and The Pink Giraffe had shipped it free the week before Christmas."

Hannah thanked Claire for her help and headed out the back door, racing across the parking lot and into her own warm kitchen. Once she'd washed her hands and put on the apron she used to serve customers, she pushed through the door to the coffee shop and hurried to the counter to relieve Lisa.

"Oh, Hannah! Thank goodness you're back!"

Hannah noticed the distressed expression on Lisa's face. "What's wrong?"

"It's your mother. She's called six times in the past twenty minutes."

"Uh-oh," Hannah sighed. No wonder Lisa looked distraught. "Take a break, Lisa. I'll man the counter for a while."

Lisa shook her head. "I don't need a break. I just need you to run to Granny's Attic and talk to your mother before she calls here again. She sounded really suspicious the last time she called. I swear she thinks I'm hiding you in the pantry."

"Okay. I'm going." Hannah hung up her apron and dashed out the front door, ducking into the next storefront. The bell tinkled as she pushed open the door and Delores looked up from her position behind the antique counter.

"Hannah! Well, it's about time! Come with me."

Before Hannah had time to do more than blink, Delores came around the counter, took her hand, and dragged her up the stairs to the room they used for coffee breaks.

"Sit down, Hannah. I want an explanation!"

"Of what?" Hannah was thoroughly confused.

"Why didn't you tell me yesterday, when we met at the library? A mother shouldn't be the last one in town to know!"

Hannah thought fast. It was obvious that her mother had found out about Bill's suspension. "I would have told you yesterday, but it wasn't my place. I knew Andrea wanted to be the one to break the news to you."

"Oh. That's different." The hard expression in Delores's eyes softened. "I do wish Andrea had told me sooner, but I suppose the poor dear was probably trying to spare my feelings."

"I'm sure that's it, Mother," Hannah managed to choke out the words.

"Poor Bill!" Delores sighed and shook her head. "Poor Andrea! And in her condition, too! Can't you talk some sense into Mike? Surely he doesn't actually believe that Bill killed anyone!"

"I tried, Mother. I talked to Mike about it yesterday, but he wouldn't budge an inch. He's as stubborn as an ox."

"Well… I'm glad you found that out now. Just think how terrible this would be if you were married to him."

"I don't think there's any danger of that, at least not right now," Hannah said under her breath.

"What was that, dear?"

"Nothing, Mother. Just thinking out loud."

"At least you've been warned about Mike's true nature. That's certainly worth something."

"True."

"Andrea said that you're going to investigate. I want to help you, dear. What would you like me to do?"

Hannah was about to say she'd have to think about it when she realized that she did have something Delores could do. She needed to find out who'd received that stuffed bear chair from the Pink Giraffe and her mother was the perfect person to find out for her.

"What is it, dear? You thought of something, didn't you?"

"Yes, and here's the situation," Hannah said. And then she proceeded to tell her mother all about the fight Nettie'd had with Sheriff Grant on the day of his death and the fact that Nettie had wanted to rent to a family with a little girl. She explained about the Christmas present Nettie had ordered from the Pink Giraffe and then she asked the important question. "Do you think you can find out who got that present?"

"Why of course I can!" Delores sounded pleased at being asked. "But why don't you just ask Nettie?"

"I don't think it'll do any good. I already asked her about the fight. She said it was personal and she didn't want to talk about it."

Delores shrugged. "You struck out, dear. If Nettie says she doesn't want to talk about something, wild horses couldn't drag it out of her. But finding out about the present should be no problem. They know me at the Pink Giraffe. It's where I get most of Tracey's gifts."

"Could you call right now and ask?"

"I could, but it would be better for me to go there in person. It's much more difficult to say no face-to-face."

"You're right. Could you take a couple hours off this afternoon and drive there?"

Delores shook her head. "I could, but it won't do any good. They're closed during the day on Wednesdays. They open at seven this evening, but I can't go there tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because I have… plans."

"Oh?" Hannah waited a moment, but her mother didn't elaborate. "What kind of plans, Mother?"

"Personal plans."

Hannah digested that answer and when no more elaboration was forthcoming, she began to worry. "Is there something wrong, Mother?"

"Like what, dear?"

"Like… your personal plans don't include a visit to Doc Knight, do they?"

"Of course not!" Delores gave a little laugh. "If I get sick, you'll be the first to know about it. This is just something… personal. And I don't want to discuss it."

Hannah took one look at her mother's set face and knew she'd get nowhere by further probing. Delores could rival Nettie in the wild-horses-couldn't-drag-it-out-of-her department. Rather than annoy her mother with more questions, Hannah switched gears. "Will you be able to drive to The Pink Giraffe tomorrow?"

"Yes. I'll pick up Tracey after morning kindergarten and take her with me."

Hannah started to grin. "That might not be a good idea, Mother. It could be dangerous."

"What do you mean? How could going to a children's store be dangerous?"

"Oh, it won't be dangerous for you or Tracey personally," Hannah said, her smile growing wider. "But taking Tracey inside could put your credit cards in jeopardy."

Delores laughed. "You're right, dear. But Granny's Attic is doing very well and I can afford to indulge my only granddaughter a bit. Did Claire tell you what Nettie bought?"

"Yes, a child's chair shaped like a seated plush bear and she had it delivered in time for Christmas."

"I'm sure I can…" There was a crash outside the door and Delores stopped in mid-sentence. "What was that?"

"I don't know. It sounded like someone dropped something heavy that rolled…"

"Sorry." Luanne Hanks, Delores and Carrie's assistant, stuck her head in the doorway. "I was carrying a brass umbrella stand and I tripped. Don't worry. It's not damaged. I checked."

Delores walked over to put her arm around Luanne's shoulders. "I don't care about the umbrella stand. I'm much more concerned about you. You're shaking, Luanne. And you're as pale as a ghost. Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine. I was just worried that I'd damaged the umbrella stand."

"Nonsense! You know it's not worth more than twenty dollars. And that's on a good day."

Hannah glanced down at the floor. She didn't see anything that Luanne could have tripped over.

"Oh, there's nothing there," Luanne said, correctly interpreting the direction of Hannah's gaze. "I just tripped over my own feet, that's all."

"Well, I'm glad you're all right," Hannah said, waving goodbye to her mother and Luanne, and heading down the stairs. If she remembered correctly, Luanne had been on the girls' gymnastic team before she'd dropped out of high school. She was normally as surefooted as a mountain goat and it was doubtful that she'd trip over her own feet. Something was wrong. Luanne had looked absolutely terrified when she'd poked her head in the doorway and Hannah was sure it had nothing to do with worrying about whether she'd damaged the umbrella stand. Why was Luanne so frightened? And did her fright have anything to do with Sheriff Grant's murder?

Hannah's Bananas

Do not preheat oven-this dough must chill before baking

1 l/2 cups melted butter (3 sticks)

2 cups white granulated sugar

3/4 cup mashed very ripe banana (2 medium or 3 small)

4 teaspoons baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

2 beaten eggs (just whip them up with a fork)

4 cups flour (no need to sift)

2 cups finely chopped walnuts or pecans (measure AFTER chopping)

1/2 cup white granulated sugar for later

Melt butter in a large microwavable bowl. Stir in the sugar, beaten eggs, baking soda, and salt. Choose bananas that have black freckles on the skin so they're almost overripe. Mash them until they're smooth (you can do this in a food processor or by hand). Add the banana puree and mix thoroughly. Mix in the flour and then the nuts. Cover your bowl and refrigerate it for 4 hours (overnight is fine, too).

When you're ready to bake, preheat the oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position.

Roll the chilled dough into walnut-sized balls with your hands. (This dough is quite sticky-you can wear plastic gloves if you like, or wet your hands slightly so the dough won't stick to them.) Put 1/2 cup white sugar in a small bowl and roll the balls in it. Place the dough balls on a greased cookie sheet, 12 to a sheet. Press them down just a little so they won't roll off on the floor when you put them in the oven. Then return your bowl to the refrigerator and let it chill until it's time to roll more.

Bake for 10-12 minutes at 350 degrees F., or until they're lightly golden in color. They'll flatten out, all by themselves. Let them cool for 2 minutes on the cookie sheet and then move them to a wire rack to finish cooling.

These cookies freeze well. Roll them up in foil, place the rolls in a freezer bag, and they'll be fine for 3 months or so, if they last that long.