Joanne Fluke Christmas Bundle: Sugar Cookie Murder, Candy Cane Murder, Plum Pudding Murder, & Gingerbread Cookie Murder (21 page)

“Oh well,” Andrea sighed after Nick had poured champagne and left. “I didn’t really think Mayor Bascomb did it anyway.” She took a sip of her champagne and reached over to give Norman a hug. “Thank you for the celebration.”

“My pleasure. I’m just sorry Bill isn’t here to enjoy it with us.”

“Me, too.” Andrea turned to Hannah. “Do you want to know what I found out from Jessica and Winnie?”

“Yes.” Hannah pulled her steno pad from her purse and flipped it to the proper page. “How about Jessica?”

“Larry paid her ten dollars for each stuffed animal she made and he never had the receipts ready. She signed blank copies and he paid her in cash.”

“So it was a hundred percent profit on Jessica’s toys, and not the twenty-five percent Courtney thought it was!”

“That’s right. Winnie signed blank copies too, and Larry paid her in cash. She gave me her price list and I remember what I paid for my tree. It was a twenty dollar markup over Larry’s cost.”

Norman whistled. “If that’s true across the board, Larry wasn’t losing money after all.”

“He was losing money on paper,” Hannah said, spearing an anchovy with her fork. “Luanne went over the books for Courtney and they showed that Larry was in the red. And there was barely enough to cover the check he gave us for his cookie order in his business account.”

“Hold on,” Norman said. “If Larry was making a profit on everything he sold, where was the money going?”

“To his private account at Lake Eden First Mercantile Bank and probably to accounts at other banks, too.”

“You’re right,” Andrea agreed. “It’s pretty clear that Larry was cooking the books.”

“We suspected that all along, but now we’ve got proof. The next thing we have to do is find out who else proved it.”

“And killed him because of it,” Norman said.

DIXIE LEE’S GERMAN APPLE CAKE

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.,
rack in the middle position.

Grease
(or spray with Pam or another nonstick baking spray)
the inside of a 9-inch by 13-inch cake pan.
(I used Pam baking spray, the kind with flour in it.)

Peel, core, and slice the apples as you would for a pie. Place the sliced apples on the bottom of the prepared cake pan.

Hannah’s Note: You can mix the cake batter by hand or with an electric mixer. We use our electric mixer down at The Cookie Jar because we quadruple the recipe and make 4 apple cakes at once.

In a medium sized bowl, whisk the eggs with the oil until they’re thick. Then add the sugar and beat it in.

Mix in the vanilla, baking soda, cinnamon, and salt. Mix thoroughly.

Add the flour in one-cup increments, mixing after each cup.

Scrape down the bowl, give a final stir with a spoon, and then drop the batter over the apples in spoonfuls.
(Don’t worry if it doesn’t completely cover the apples – the batter will spread out during baking.)

Bake at 350 degrees F. for 60 minutes.
(Mine took only 50 minutes.)
Cool the cake in the pan on a cold burner or a wire rack.

Dixie Lee’s German Apple Cake Frosting:

If you forgot to take the cream cheese out of the refrigerator to soften naturally, unwrap it, place it in a microwave-safe bowl and heat it for 20 seconds on HIGH. Check it to see if it’s soft. If it’s not, give it another 15 seconds or so, until it is.

Stir the vanilla extract into your cream cheese. Then add the lemon juice and the melted butter. Mix until it’s smooth.

Beat in the confectioner’s sugar in half-cup increments, checking the consistency after each addition. When the mixture is the consistency of frosting, stop adding sugar.
(I ended up using all of the powdered sugar.)

Dixie Lee has given us a win-win frosting for her apple cake. If it’s too runny, add more powdered sugar. If it’s too stiff, add a little more lemon juice or vanilla.

Frost your cooled German Apple Cake, cut a slice to have with a nice cup of coffee, and enjoy.

Lisa’s Note: I’m going to try this with peaches instead of apples when they’re in season.

H
annah put her key in the lock, pulled open the door, and braced herself for the furry onslaught that greeted her every homecoming. But this time it didn’t happen. No orange and white feline launched himself into her arms. “Uh-oh,” she said.

“Let me.” Norman stepped into Hannah’s condo and when he gave a little gasp, Hannah expected the worst. Moishe was hiding because of a misdeed. Moishe was ill, stretched out on the floor. Moishe was…she didn’t even want to think it!

“What…?” Hannah queried, stepping in and surveying the room. There was no sign of mayhem or destruction, no orange and white cat on the couch breathing lethargically with a fever, nothing wrong that she could…

“Do you have a stepstool, Hannah?” Norman asked, interrupting her assessment of the situation.

“Yes, but why…” Hannah looked to see why he was staring at the ceiling and gave an identical gasp to the one he’d given earlier. Moishe was clinging precariously to one of the top branches of the Christmas tree, the last bird Great-Grandma Elsa had made in his mouth. He’d obviously missed one this morning and consequently his avian appetite had struck again. He’d climbed up the tethered Christmas tree to grab his prize, but now he couldn’t get down by himself.

The last of Great-Grandma Elsa’s birds. Hannah felt like sitting right down on the rug and crying. But then her errant cat gave a pathetic, feather-muffled mew and she rushed for the kitchen stepstool. Moishe’s safety was more important than antique Christmas ornaments. And now that she thought about it, she was almost positive they’d left one of each kind in the ornament box.

Norman took the stepstool from her and climbed up to retrieve Moishe. Instead of scratching, as most cats would do, Moishe went limp in Norman’s arms and started to purr. Hannah truly believed it was a purr of contrition. At least that’s what she
wanted
to believe as she took the bird’s mangled body from her unresisting cat.

“Coffee?” she asked Norman, figuring that both of them needed a cup after their scare with Moishe.

“That would be great. Tell me where you keep your wrapping paper and ribbons, and I’ll get them organized.”

For once Hannah was glad she’d taken her mother’s advice. All her Christmas wrap, ribbon, and tape were in one of the red and green boxes her mother had ordered from a catalogue for each of her daughters.

“Everything’s in a red and green box under the bed in the guest room,” she told him. “I’ll put on the coffee and slip a couple of pans of Nancy Dunns in the oven for dessert.”

“What are Nancy Dunns?”

“They’re bar cookies with oatmeal and dates. I got all the ingredients ready to go last night, but I was too busy cleaning up feathers after you-know-who to bake them this morning. I’ll bake one pan for us and another to try at The Cookie Jar tomorrow. They’re supposed to be unbelievably rich and luscious.”

“You’ve never made them before?”

“No, I just got the recipe in the mail last week. If everybody likes them I’ll add them to the menu for catering.”

Hannah hurried to the kitchen to preheat the oven, put on the coffee, and assemble the bar cookies for baking. Since the dry ingredients were already out on the counter, all she had to do was gather the rest of her baking supplies from the refrigerator and prepare the pans. She’d cooked the dates with the orange juice the previous evening and they were all ready to go. The recipe was simple and in less than ten minutes, the bars were baking.

“That was fast,” Norman said, coming over to take his mug of coffee from her hand. “I think we have everything we need…except for the presents, of course.”

“Right.” Hannah set her coffee on the end table by the couch and went off to get the presents she’d bought. She was about to carry them out when she realized that Norman’s present was among them. She quickly stuck it back in the bottom of her closet, made a mental note to wrap it later, and carried out the various bags and boxes that made up what Michelle still called
Christmas loot
.

“Get out of the box, Moishe!” Hannah called out as her cat’s whole head disappeared inside.

“I’ll get him,” Norman said, picking Moishe up and setting him on the back of the couch. “He’s just curious.”

Past scenes of Moishe’s curiosity flashed before Hannah’s eyes. Her designer couch pillows completely de-stuffed with pieces of foam and other unidentifiable fibers scattered over her living room rug like snow. The wires from her cable box, video recorder, and television set pulled out and tangled like a bird’s nest on the floor. The pile of dry cat food in the bottom of her closet after Moishe attempted to move his food supply. And in the last two days, the fallen Christmas tree, the destruction of her great-grandmother’s handmade ornaments, and the feline who’d been stuck like a tree topper on the highest branch. Curious? She supposed so, but she could think of several other words that would also describe Moishe’s behavior, the nicest of which was
naughty
.

“He’ll probably leave us alone to wrap if we give him something to play with,” Norman said, cutting off a length of ribbon and carrying it over to Moishe. “Here you go, Big Guy.”

Moishe glanced at her and then he turned to look at Norman. Hannah could swear he was grinning as he batted at the ribbon and purred. Norman balled it up and tossed it to him, and then he walked back over to the box. “Coffee table, or floor?” he asked her.

“Floor. I’ve got a couple of big things that won’t fit on the coffee table.” Hannah gestured toward the whiteboard and erasable markers she’d purchased for the back of Tracey’s bedroom door.

“Fine with me.” Norman opened the first bag and assessed the contents. “We’ll need to wrap this one in the gold foil with the little green Christmas trees. It’s the only thing you have that’s wide enough.”

“Right.” Hannah sat down on the other side of the red and green box and handed him the roll of paper.

“I’ll unroll it on the rug. You set the whiteboard in the center about six inches from the end. Then we’ll know where to cut.”

“Got it.” Hannah waited until Norman had unrolled the paper, but just as she was about to set the whiteboard down on the paper, a furry shape hurtled from the top of the couch, ducked under Tracey’s present to skid on the paper with claws out and all four feet extended like miniature rakes.

“Uh-oh,” Norman said, reacting to the loud ripping sound.

“Uh-oh is right, but I think we know where to cut. It’s right before the paper you
didn’t
unroll.”

“Very funny. Will you throw one of his mice for him so we can get this done?”

“Sure, but we’ll have to hurry. That’ll only distract him for a minute.”

“A minute’s better than nothing.” Norman waited until Hannah picked up one of Moishe’s play mice. “Wiggle it a little with your right hand so he knows you’re going to throw it. Then put your left hand down on the edge of the paper. I won’t unroll it until the mouse leaves your hand.”

“Okay. Ready?”

Hannah clamped down the edge of the paper with one hand and wiggled the mouse with the other. When Norman said he was ready, she pegged the mouse down the hallway, picked up the whiteboard and plunked it down in the proper position and intercepted Moishe as he came flying back. “It worked,” she said.

“Don’t speak too soon.” Norman cut off the paper and reached for the tape. “I still have to wrap it and tie a ribbon around it. Maybe you’d better throw the mouse again.”

Hannah lugged her pet over to the Kitty Kondo and snatched another mouse from the stash on the second level. The first mouse she’d thrown was still in the hallway. Moishe had left it there and raced back as he saw Norman begin to roll out the paper. “I’m sure not this is going to work twice,” she said, “especially when you unwind the ribbon.”

“Let’s try. I’m going to need you to put your finger on the ribbon so that I can tie a knot.”

Hannah kept a tight hold on her pet as she wiggled the mouse in what she hoped was an enticing manner. He seemed interested, but his attention was definitely divided between the mouse and reel of ribbon that Norman was holding.

“Now!” Norman said, and Hannah sent the play mouse flying to the very end of the hallway. Then she whirled and placed her finger on the knot Norman had just made with the ribbon. There was time for him to make one loop of a bow before disaster struck in the form of a furry paw with unwavering aim that knocked the spool of ribbon out of his hand and sent it flying.

Norman groaned. Hannah did the same. And then they turned to stare at the cat that was gleefully chasing red velvet ribbon all over the living room rug. Hannah was the first to speak.

“The way I see it,” she said, “there are only two possible solutions to our problem, other than taping all four of Moishe’s paws together.”

“And you wouldn’t do that…” Norman paused and cocked his head. “…would you?”

“Of course not. That would be cruel. I have another solution, though.”

“You’re not going to lock him up, are you?”

Hannah shook her head. “I’ve got something even better in mind.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to open a can of salmon and dole it out piece by piece. And you’re going to wrap presents alone as fast as you can.”

Things had turned out rather well Hannah thought. An eight-ounce can of salmon had been just the right size to distract an overly curious feline during the wrapping of sixteen presents. Perhaps the bows were not as elaborately tied as they might have been without a cat in the room, but Hannah knew it was a much better job than the one she would have done by herself.

The Nancy Dunn Cookie Bars were out of the oven and cooling on wire racks, Moishe was stretched out blissfully on the top of the couch snoring lightly with salmon-scented breath, and Hannah and Norman sat on the couch discussing Larry Jaeger’s murder case.

“I wonder what Larry did before he came to Lake Eden,” Hannah mused. “I know he left Dr. Love fifteen years ago, and she doesn’t know where he was for all those years.”

“We might be able to find out where he was if he used the same business name,” Norman suggested.

“I know what name he used,” Hannah said, remembering the conversation she’d had with Mike and Larry at Elf Headquarters. “Larry was talking about the sign that he made when he was in junior high school and how it’s hung at the front of every business L. J. Enterprises has ever owned.”

“Then we’ll start with L. J. Enterprises,” Norman said, getting up and going to Hannah’s computer. “You don’t mind if I use your computer?”

“Not at all. Do you want more coffee and a couple of Nancy Dunns? I think they’re cool enough to cut.”

“Sure. This shouldn’t take long, especially if some of his businesses had Web sites.”

By the time Hannah came back with more coffee and a plate of Nancy Dunns, Norman had the printer running. “You found something?” she asked.

“I found the business he opened before he came to Lake Eden,” Norman told her. “It was called Hollywood Home Theater and it was in Madison, Wisconsin.”

“He sold movies?” Hannah guessed.

“He sold big screen television sets,” Norman corrected her. “Technicians called the Cast and Crew installed them in people’s living rooms, complete with theater seats and sound. Unfortunately the business didn’t make it for long.”

“How long?”

“It went bankrupt after only five months. There’s a link to a newspaper story. Hold on while it downloads.”

Norman clicked on the link and read the text. “It’s a story that was carried by the
Wisconsin State Journal
. It’s about Salvatore Bianco, one of Larry’s investors in Hollywood Home Theater. When the business went bankrupt, he lost his entire retirement and he committed suicide.”

“That’s awful!” Hannah said.

“Yes, especially if Larry pulled the same kind of scam and cheated his investors.”

“He probably did. You’d think big screen televisions would go over big in a city as large as Madison. Practically everyone there follows the Packers and…”

“What?” Norman asked as Hannah suddenly stopped talking.

“Big screen television sets. I just remembered. That’s what Miss Whiting’s homework was about.”

“And you think it might not be a coincidence?”

“That’s
exactly
what I’m thinking. But how did Miss Whiting find out about Larry’s last business?”

Norman smiled. “There’s only one way to find out.”

“Right. I’ll drive out to the college and ask her first thing tomorrow.”

“Correction.
We’ll
drive out to the college and ask her first thing tomorrow.”

“Good. Your car’s more comfortable and your heater’s…”

Hannah stopped in mid-sentence again, but this time Norman didn’t ask why. “Larry’s flat screen?” he asked her.

“That’s right. Do you think there’s a connection?”

“There could be. Somebody killed Larry
and
his TV. And Larry owned a business that sold them and went bankrupt, cheating at least one investor we know out of his retirement and his life. That’s a lot of coincidence to swallow.”

“It’s too much of a coincidence.” Hannah reached for her steno pad and proceeded to write down what they’d learned, what they suspected, and the interview she needed to have with Miss Whiting. She was just closing the cover when there was the sound of a key in the lock.

“Hi, Hannah,” Michelle breezed in with a smile on her face. “Hi, Norman. What smells so good?”

“Nancy Dunn Bar Cookies.” And then, before her sister could ask, Hannah explained. “They’re date and oatmeal cookie bars, and they’re so good they melt in your mouth.”

Michelle looked disappointed. “If I’d known you were baking I wouldn’t have stopped for a chocolate sundae on the way here.”

“Too bad,” Norman said. “I just had one and they’re fantastic.”

“Well…I probably have room for a small one.” Michelle made a beeline for the plate and picked one up. “Your tree’s beautiful. I’m so glad you got one this year.”

“Me, too,” Hannah said. Michelle was right. The tree
was
beautiful.

“Where’s Moishe?”

“Right there on the top of the couch,” Hannah told her, pointing at her sacked out cat.