Joanne Fluke Christmas Bundle: Sugar Cookie Murder, Candy Cane Murder, Plum Pudding Murder, & Gingerbread Cookie Murder (31 page)

“Just as long as Jenny didn’t open
new
wounds in Wayne,” Hannah muttered just under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, Mother. Just thinking out loud. You said you’d call Jenny this morning. Is she staying with friends?”

“No, she didn’t want to put any of us out. We all offered our guest rooms, but she booked a room at the inn.”

Hannah decided not to plumb for any more information. If Delores suspected that Jenny had just moved to the top of her eldest daughter’s suspect list, she’d go right back to being angry again.

“Will you call me at the shop as soon as you know if Jenny’s coming?” Hannah asked.

“Of course. But why?”

So that I can watch her like a hawk and maybe even interrogate her while I’m serving the quiche
, Hannah thought. But of course she didn’t say that to her mother. Instead she settled for, “I’ll pack up some chocolate cookies and send them back to the inn with her.”

“That’s a good idea, dear. Chocolate always helps in times of stress. I was thinking of picking up some chocolate truffles at Fanny Farmer’s.”

The lightbulb went on in Hannah’s mind and grew into a powerful halogen. Fanny Farmer’s was in the Tri-County Mall, and so was Bergstrom’s Department Store. Now was the perfect time to ask her mother to find out about the Santa costumes they sold at Bergstrom’s. “Chocolate truffles would be great, Mother. And since you’re going to the mall anyway, could you do one little thing for me?”

“You want me to buy you that absolutely darling purse I told you about?” Delores guessed.

Her mother sounded so hopeful, Hannah almost caved in. It was true that her huge shoulder bag purse was showing some serious wear. But the purse Delores had wanted to buy for her was one-fourth the size of her current bag. What would she do with all of the absolutely essential items she now carried?

“That’s very sweet of you, Mother,” Hannah hedged. “Thank you for offering, but that’s not it. What I really want is for you to do a little sleuthing.”

“Sleuthing? Does that mean you’re going to work with Mike on the case?”

“Not exactly. Mike’s going to work on the case. And I’m going to work on the case. But we’re not necessarily going to work together. He was here last night to take our statements and he warned me to stay out of it.”

Delores gave a laugh. “Oh, he always warns you to stay out of it! And we’ve never listened to him before. He gets his nose out of joint every time we come up with a good lead, but he knows how much he needs our help. He just can’t admit it, that’s all.”

Hannah grinned. Her mother was using the plural personal pronoun and that meant she was ready to join in the hunt for Wayne’s killer. “You’re probably right, Mother.”

“I know I’m right. On the other hand, there’s no sense in antagonizing him. He
is
the law, after all. We’ll just have to be very hush-hush about what we’re doing. Now what sleuthing can I do for you at the mall, dear?”

“Could you go into Bergstrom’s and pick up one of those big tubs of miniature candy canes for me? I’ll pay you back later.”

“Of course I can. But what does that have to do with Wayne’s murder?”

“Absolutely nothing. But while you’re there, I’d like you to take a look at the Santa suits they sell. I need to know how warm they’d be if you wore one of them outside in the winter.”

“Oh, my! I had no idea!”

Hannah was confused. “No idea of
what?”

“That poor Wayne was wearing his Santa suit when he was murdered! Just wait until I tell the girls! Of course I have to be careful not to say anything in front of Jenny. I wouldn’t upset her for the world.”

Hannah just shook her head. Delores had one foot on the end of the dock and the other in the rowboat. It would be interesting to see which foot won out. Would it be friendship? Or juicy gossip?

“I have to hang up now, dear. I need to call Carrie and fill her in. I’ll take her out to Bergstrom’s with me. Her niece works in Fine Jewelry and we can pump her for information.”

There was a click and the line went dead. Hannah shrugged, hung up the phone, and turned to glance at her kitchen clock. Her mother’s call had lasted less than five minutes. That was a new world’s record.

“It’s okay. She’s gone now,” she said to the cat who was staring at the phone with deadly intent. He had taken an instant dislike to Delores and not even the shrimp she occasionally brought him had sweetened his opinion of her. “Come on, Moishe. Let’s get you some more breakfast.”

Under normal circumstances the word breakfast would have resulted in an immediate dash to the food bowl. But this time the culinary magic of kitty crunchies didn’t work. Moishe continued to stare at the phone with his fur bristling and his tail swishing back and forth like a scythe.

“Uh-oh,” Hannah breathed, wondering what she should do. She had to take a shower and get ready for work, but there was no way she could leave Moishe alone with the phone without risking a cord peppered with puncture wounds.

“Okay. I’m calling in the big guns.” Hannah picked up the phone and dialed. A moment later she had Lisa on the phone.

“Did I wake you?” she asked.

“No, we were just sitting down to breakfast. I heard about Wayne Bergstrom on KCOW.”

Hannah sighed. She should have known that Jake and Kelly, the wacky radio hosts of
News at O’Dark-Thirty,
would have the latest scoop. “Did they say anything about me?”

“Oh, yes.” Hannah’s young partner gave a little chuckle. “They said you discovered Wayne’s body. And then they joked around about how Lake Eden’s Cookie Lady had murder on the menu again.”

“We’re going to be packed today,” Hannah said with a groan. “And I’ve got the Regency club luncheon.”

“That’s okay. I can handle the shop by myself.”

“I know you can handle it on a normal day, but everybody and their cousin’s going to stop in to ask questions.”

“And you won’t be there to answer them,” Lisa pointed out. “So I guess they’ll just have to sit there and buy more cookies and coffee while they wait for you to come back.”

“Okay, but I’m still going to call around and see if I can get some help for you.”

“It’s all taken care of. I talked to Marge and Dad and they’re going to help out.”

“Great!” Hannah glanced down at her feline and remembered the reason she’d called Lisa in the first place. “Do you have time to do a quick favor for me?”

“What is it?”

“I’m going to hold the phone out and I want you to say hi to Moishe. Otherwise he’s going to hop up on the table and kill it while I’m taking my shower.”

There was silence for a moment and then Lisa laughed. “Your mother called?”

“That’s right. Just let him hear your voice and he’ll calm right down.” Hannah lowered the phone toward her feline and held it out. “Listen to this, Moishe. It’s Lisa.”

“Hi, Moishe.” Hannah could hear Lisa’s voice faintly as she held the phone at arm’s length. It sounded tinny and very small, the same sort of voice a mouse might use if mice could speak.

Moishe pulled back, away from the sound at first. But then he seemed to realize that the voice was talking to him and he moved closer again.

“How are you this morning?” Lisa continued the conversation and Hannah began to smile. Moishe had moved another step closer and he’d started to rub his cheek against the phone.

“You’re such a good boy, Moishe,” Lisa said, and Hannah’s cat began to purr. “Did Mommy give you your breakfast yet?”

Moishe turned and made a beeline for his food bowl. That surprised Hannah so much, she almost forgot to reclaim the receiver.

“Are you still there, Moishe?” Lisa asked.

“It’s me,” Hannah said with a grin. It was the first time she’d ever been mistaken for her cat! “Thanks for talking to him, Lisa.”

“You’re welcome. Did he know it was me?”

“Absolutely. When he recognized your voice, he started to nuzzle the phone and purr. And then you mentioned breakfast and he went straight to his bowl. I think he’s forgotten all about…”

“Don’t say it and remind him!” Lisa cautioned, before Hannah could utter her mother’s name.

“Right. I’ll see you at the shop in an hour.”

Once she’d hung up the phone, Hannah poured herself another cup of coffee and carried it into the bathroom. It was the old carrot and the stick routine. Her mug of hot coffee would sit on the counter by the sink while she took her shower. If she hurried, it would still be hot and tasty when she emerged. If she took too long, it would be tepid. As she stepped in under the steaming spray, she thought about incentives and how well they worked. Money was a powerful incentive and it could act as a motive for murder. If she could find out the details of Wayne’s will and who would inherit his considerable estate, it could lead them to his killer.

1 cup
(2 sticks,
½
pound)
butter

2 eggs

2½ cups white
(granulated)
sugar

6 Tablespoons poppy seeds

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon orange extract

½ teaspoon orange zest
(optional)

5 cups flour
(don’t sift it)

¾ cup orange juice
(I used three-quarters cup Minute Maid)