Pies & Peril (15 page)

"I can't believe somebody did that to Bea and Thomas. They're so nice…"

Carla glanced at Amy. Her friend
's story about the morning excitement was getting slower and breathier, with frequent pauses. How long had it been since Amy had worked out? The only reason she had come to the gym was because Carla had promised they could hang out in the sauna after they exercised.

The fire at The Breakfast Spot really was atrocious. If the restaurant didn
't have the security camera, Bea could've opened the back door to see what caused the unexpected sound and been severely burned along with letting the flames inside the building. The incident was very close to being a tragedy. Amy had suggested that Bruce look into the fire, just in case Elliot was involved, but she was still rightfully upset about the attack on one of her friends. At least the elliptical machine should help diminish some of the stress and anxiety. That was another excuse Carla had used to lure her friend into the land of weights and, as Amy called them, maniacal machines.

Carla jabbed the speed button on her treadmill to add a fast interval and burn some extra calories. She and Bruce had just ordered in pizza for dinner the previous evening. While she preferred an all-veggie pie with super thin crust, he liked every ingredient possible on top of
a thick crust that wouldn't collapse under the mountain of toppings and cheese. So the slices ended up weighing what felt like half a pound each. Her jog turned into an all-out sprint. She bumped the pace up even higher and pretended a guy dressed as a giant slice of pizza was chasing her with a sickle-sized pizza cutter. A stupid way to motivate herself, but it worked. Beside her Amy had grown quiet. She had a strangle hold on the rails of the elliptical machine while glowering at the overhead TV broadcasting a soap opera.

"
Hello. It's so nice to see you."

The comment snapped Carla out of her running rhythm. She slapped the stop button and grabbed the rails on the treadmill to keep from shooting off the back. The belt stopped, but she was left leaning forward at a forty-five degree angle with both feet dangerously close to the back of the deck.

She glared at Tom, her straight-laced ex-boyfriend. "What is wrong with you? You don't surprise people who are running on a treadmill."

He
shook his head and frowned. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

It had been over a year since she had seen him. She could
've gone the rest of her life without ever seeing him again. The encounters always left her feeling depressed and irritable. The emerald green eyes and tousled black hair with a damn near perfect body. Trying to explain to people why she broke up with such a great guy was impossible, since she didn't even know why she ran away from him. It seemed that the combination of good looks and a sweet personality were just too perfect for her. She was far from flawless, so it just seemed wrong to be with someone who had few faults. He stood there shifting his weight from foot to foot, probably too stunned to move after being on the receiving end of her not-so-kind outburst. She started up the treadmill again and stepped onto the belt. Still there. Dealing with past mistakes wasn't something she wanted to tackle during a workout. "Is there something I can help you with?"

The speed was set at a walking pace, but her heart raced like she was sprinting again. No. No. No. He wasn
't going to do what he appeared to be working up the courage to do. They were barely even having a conversation.

"
Would you like to go out sometime? We could try the new wine bar that opened downtown last month."

"
That place isn't very good. I've already been there with my boyfriend. The wait staff is obnoxious, and everything is overpriced."

Beside her Amy let out an extra-loud huff. Most likely she hadn
't increased the speed on the elliptical, though. Tom shook his head. The rather adorable shy grin he had been sporting turned into a frown.

"
I'm sorry for bothering you. I didn't realize you were in another relationship."

"
No problem. It's not like we have our relationship statuses stamped on our foreheads." She smiled and poked the speed increase button a few times. Would he interpret the move how she intended?
Please stop. I can't handle this right now. Not when things are going so well with Bruce.
"Thanks for asking."

It worked. He flipped the gym-issued white towel over his shoulder
. As he turned away he said, "It was great seeing you again."

"
When it rains it pours, huh? I think you're in the middle of a hot guy storm. You know, I've always liked Tom. You could've been a little nicer to him just now, but I'm so happy that you're happy with Shepler." Amy had stopped her machine and was blotting sweat off her face with a towel. "You deserve a wonderful man."

So much for working out. Judging from the amount of sweat soaking Amy
's T-shirt there was no way she'd convince her to do any more exercise. Carla hit the stop button again. "I thought you just wanted me to get close to Bruce so you could get inside info on Mandy Jo's case."

"
I did. At first. Now I see how much you're into him and I'm glad it's worked out this way." Amy looked at the door to the women's locker room, where the sauna was located. "Can we hit the sauna now? My legs feel like jelly that doesn't have enough pectin. I'm on the verge of collapsing into a puddle."

"
Sure."

Ten minutes later they were both wrapped in beach towels, sprawled on the wooden benches in the large sauna. Amy pulled the
rubber band out of her hair, undoing the perky ponytail. She twisted her long, blonde locks into a knot on the top of her head and re-fastened the elastic to hold the bun in place. Then she leaned her head back against the wall. "I am so glad that is over with. Between that torture machine and this sauna I'm sure I've sweated off about five pounds."

Carla laughed as she splashed a ladle of water onto the hot rocks. The hiss of the evaporating water was an appropriate sound effect to match her emotions after the encounter with Tom
. "I doubt you've lost quite that much in excess water, but you're off to a good start. Exercise is very important when you want to lose weight."

"
Whatever, Miss Health Nut Nurse." Amy dismissed the comment with a wiggle of her fingers. "I would buy a gym membership to bake myself like a loaf of French bread in here every day. I'm sweating even more than when I was on the elliptical."

"
Saunas are good for you. They help clear your pores and clean out toxins, but I'm afraid you'll still need to exercise. It just isn't the same."

"
Sweat is sweat in my book, and you just admitted it's a good thing." Amy swiped her sweat-soaked bangs back. "I prefer this method for producing it."

"
I do too. Still isn't going to get rid of fat like exercise will."

The glass door swung open
, and a woman sporting a reverse skunk stripe hair color scheme, platinum blonde with dark roots, pranced into the room. She plopped down on the bench across from Amy and flung open the towel that had been wrapped around her torso. Carla closed her eyes. The muffled voices of other women in the locker room were the only sounds for a few minutes. When she opened them again the newcomer was shielding her eyes with her hand, like she was in bright sunlight instead of a dim, foggy sauna.

"
So, are you still going to compete in the pie contest next month? Don't you have enough trophies?" she asked.

Obviously the question
s weren't directed at her. Carla turned her head slightly so she could see her friend. There was definitely a hostile edge to the other woman's voice.
Come on, Amy. Don't put up with crap like that.

"
Yes and no."

A few moments of silence blanketed the room again. The one word response
s had thrown the other woman off. Good.

"
I was so surprised to hear that you had found Mandy Jo's body. Right away I told myself you must be competing in the pie contest this year. You hauled home the trophies and prize money in the cookie and cake contests. Why can't you stay away from this contest so the rest of us can win something for a change, now that Mandy Jo kicked the bucket?"

There was an extended snuffle as Amy inhaled through her nose.
"It isn't about the trophies or money for me. I just love the challenge of developing new recipes and the thrill of competition."

A classy response. Apparently class repelled obnoxiousness quite well since the woman gathered the towel back around herself and stalked out of the sauna. Carla and Amy stayed silent for a few seconds and then simultaneously broke out into giggle fits.

"Good job. She deserved a harsher smack-down than that, but it worked. Who was that?"

"
Rayshelle Applebee. A perennial competitor in all of the Summer Festival baking contests. She and Mandy Jo were like the evil twins of the competitions. Not only did their personalities match, they even looked similar before Rayshelle started bleaching her dark hair. The biggest difference is she doesn't have the baking skills to place in any of the contests, let alone win them like Mandy Jo did."

Carla leaned back again.
"Looks like this visit to the sauna has really paid off. Make sure you call Bruce so he can check Rayshelle out. I'd say she's a top contender for sending you those threats."

*   *   *

The cold air felt so good. Amy adjusted the vents on Mimi's dashboard so the rapidly cooling air blasted her face and chest. All of the fitness stuff was very hot and uncomfortable. She needed to commune with some coldness before heading out into what would surely be maddening traffic or she could self-combust. In her rearview mirror she saw Carla's scarlet red Nissan Juke pull out of the gym's parking lot. She was used to pounding the snot out of her body and then jumping onto the congested freeway.

Amy twisted the key in the ignition and shut off
the engine. External air conditioning was good, but a nice, cold beverage would help her feel less like a steamed dumpling. A smoothie from the shop next door to the gym would do the trick.

She
got out of the car and looked around the parking lot, just to make sure Carla hadn't forgotten something and reappeared to thwart her plans for a treat. That elliptical machine belonged in a medieval dungeon. She deserved to relax in the sauna and have a smoothie after enduring half an hour on that awful thing. Besides, Alex certainly didn't have any problems with her body last night. Maybe Carla was right. Sporting sexy curves wasn't a bad thing.

The menu board at the smoothie cafe listed icy drinks featuring just about every fruit known to man. Choosing one was actually more difficult than she had anticipated. Finally she settled on a strawberry and dark chocolate blend that was listed in the Sweet Treats, as opposed to the Healthy or No Added Sugar, category. She requested energy, mood
, and weight lost boosters be added to it. That should make up for the itty bit of chocolate. Besides, dark chocolate was now supposed to be healthy, too. So the indulgent smoothie concoction should've been labeled as Virtuous.

She checked the time on her phone as she walked back to the car. No messages and plenty of time to stop by Elegance Salon to see how donations were going. The huge foam cup barely fit into the cup holder as she settled back into Mimi. The drink was thick and cold, but gritty thanks to the three kinds of vitamin powder. Oh well, live and learn. She would only add one booster when she stopped in the future. The sauna with a smoothie chaser made the exercise bearable enough to
return to the gym. Eventually. She drove across town with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding the delicious reward for willingly torturing herself.

Thalia and Clarice, the owner and receptionist
, were both behind the counter when Amy walked into the salon. They had their heads down, engrossed in some project to the point that neither noticed her arrival. Finally Thalia looked up. "Amy! Sorry, we didn't hear you come in. Repetitive tasks can be so mesmerizing you tune everything out."

Amy stepped around the end of the high counter to see what was on the desk behind it.
Clear plastic bags filled with round tea bags and tied with black ribbons were scattered everywhere. "What are you guys doing?"

"
Making the goodie bags for tomorrow night," Thalia said like Amy would know what she was talking about.

Between the ominous notes and Alex trying to help her do something other than worry about them, she had no idea what was going on in town.
"I'm sorry. I've been pretty stressed out lately. What's going on tomorrow?"

"
The Shots & Whatnots event. The downtown business association has been advertising it for months."

"
Oh, yeah. I remember hearing about that. Guess I've just lost track of time and didn't realize it's tomorrow." Amy picked up one of the cellophane bags. "Is this tea, a foot soak, or facial steam?"

"
Lemongrass and mint tea, to drink. A special blend I had made up just for the salon."