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by Cleo Coyle




  Praise for Cleo Coyle’s Coffeehouse Mysteries

  MURDER BY MOCHA

  “[A] tasty espresso-dark tale of multigenerational crime and punishment lightened by the Blend’s frothy cast of lovable eccentrics.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “A delicious mystery!”

  —Woman’s World

  “This rich and entertaining mystery blends atmosphere, unforgettable characters, and a killer plot that will keep readers hooked until the very end.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  “Like a great cup of coffee, I can’t get enough of Cleo Coyle’s Coffeehouse Mysteries . . . This terrifically written, can’t-put-it-down series . . . is a must-read for cozy fans who enjoy a great story with well-developed characters and a new twist in every chapter.”

  —Cozy Corner

  “A specially blended mystery . . . inside of an action-packed series . . . Filled with twists, used coffee beans, and false leads, readers will wonder who the killer is (over mocha).”

  —Midwest Book Review

  ROAST MORTEM

  A BookReporter.com Reviewer’s Pick

  Favorite Book of the Year!

  “Coyle incorporates a taste of the real-life bravery of the New York City Fire Department into her brilliantly fast-paced mystery, giving readers a glimpse into the lives of some of the hardest-working men and women in America.”

  —Fresh Fiction

  “Coyle’s strong ninth coffeehouse mystery (after 2009’s Holiday Grind) pays tribute to New York City firefighters . . . Coyle (the wife-husband writing team of Alice Alfonsi and Marc Cerasini) provides an appendix of useful tips and tempting recipes.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  HOLIDAY GRIND

  “Other honorable mentions for new holiday booking . . . Holiday Grind by Cleo Coyle, a new addition to the Coffeehouse Mystery series that . . . adds in jolts of souped-up coffee, sweet cooking . . . and super sleuthing to deliver a fun and gripping fa-la-la-la-latte surprise.”

  —The Huffington Post

  “Coyle’s greatest strength is writing characters that feel real. Clare and company are some of the most vibrant characters I’ve ever read . . . Coyle also is a master of misdirection and red herrings. I challenge any reader to figure out whodunit before Coyle reveals all.”

  —Mystery Scene

  ESPRESSO SHOT

  “Coyle’s Coffeehouse books are superb examples of the cozy genre because of their intelligent cast of characters, their subtle wit, and their knowledge of the coffee industry used to add depth and flavor to the stories . . . Highly recommended for all mystery collections.”

  —Library Journal (starred review)

  “Clare visits underground restaurants, temples to high fashion, and the hotel room of a seductive Italian sculptor in her attempts to keep the bride alive . . . A realistic depiction of New York City high and low life. The smattering of recipes, romance, and caffeine-fueled detection add up to a lively tale.”

  —Kirkus Reviews

  FRENCH PRESSED

  #1 Paperback Bestseller

  Independent Mystery Booksellers Association

  “Engaging . . . Keeps the reader in suspense to the very end, French Pressed is well worth reading.”

  —New Mystery Reader Magazine

  “Once again, Cleo Coyle has written an enjoyable, fast-paced mystery that features a perky heroine who has gone from single mother to savvy business owner . . . Readers may be stumped until the very end.”

  —The Mystery Reader

  DECAFFEINATED CORPSE

  #1 Paperback Bestseller

  Independent Mystery Booksellers Association

  “Great characters, smooth plotting, and top-notch writing, it’s no wonder these books are bestsellers.”

  —Cozy Library

  “Coyle displays a deep understanding, not only of coffee . . . but also of coffee shop culture. She treats espresso shop work as an honorable profession . . . Coyle knows her coffee so well that even I have learned new coffee bits by reading her books . . . If you have not yet discovered the Coffeehouse Mystery series by Cleo Coyle, you should . . . I heartily recommend them.”

  —Eric S. Chen, BARISTO

  MURDER MOST FROTHY

  “Exciting, delicious fun, with coffee trivia, recipes, a vicarious adventure for those of us at home reading of things we’d rather not face ourselves but understanding Clare Cosi’s motives and morals.”

  —Gumshoe Review

  LATTE TROUBLE

  “Anyone who loves coffee and a good mystery will love this story. Rating: Outstanding.”

  —Mysterious Corner

  THROUGH THE GRINDER

  “Coffee lovers and mystery buffs will savor the latest addition to this mystery series . . . Fast-paced action, coffee lore, and incredible culinary recipes . . . All hail the goddess Caffina!”

  —The Best Reviews

  ON WHAT GROUNDS

  #1 Paperback Bestseller

  Independent Mystery Booksellers Association

  “A great beginning to a new series . . . On What Grounds will convert even the most fervent tea drinker into a coffee lover in the time it takes to draw an espresso.”

  —The Mystery Reader

  “A hilarious blend of amateur detecting with some romance thrown in the mix . . . I personally adored this book and can’t wait to read the rest of the series!”

  —Cozy Library

  Visit Cleo Coyle’s virtual Village Blend at

  www.CoffeehouseMystery.com,

  where coffee and crime are always brewing . . .

  Berkley Prime Crime titles by Cleo Coyle

  Coffeehouse Mysteries

  ON WHAT GROUNDS

  THROUGH THE GRINDER

  LATTE TROUBLE

  MURDER MOST FROTHY

  DECAFFEINATED CORPSE

  FRENCH PRESSED

  ESPRESSO SHOT

  HOLIDAY GRIND

  ROAST MORTEM

  MURDER BY MOCHA

  A BREW TO A KILL

  HOLIDAY BUZZ

  Haunted Bookshop Mysteries writing as Alice Kimberly

  THE GHOST AND MRS. MCCLURE

  THE GHOST AND THE DEAD DEB

  THE GHOST AND THE DEAD MAN’S LIBRARY

  THE GHOST AND THE FEMME FATALE

  THE GHOST AND THE HAUNTED MANSION

  HOLIDAY BUZZ

  CLEO COYLE

  THE BERKLEY PUBLISHING GROUP

  Published by the Penguin Group

  Penguin Group (USA) Inc.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for
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  PUBLISHER’S NOTE: The recipes contained in this book are to be followed exactly as written. The publisher is not responsible for your specific health or allergy needs that may require medical supervision. The publisher is not responsible for any adverse reactions to the recipes contained in this book.

  HOLIDAY BUZZ

  A Berkley Prime Crime Book / published by arrangement with the author

  PUBLISHING HISTORY

  Berkley Prime Crime mass-market edition / December 2012

  Copyright © 2012 by Penguin Group (USA) Inc.

  Cover illustration by Cathy Gendron.

  Cover design and logo by Rita Frangie.

  Interior text design by Kristin del Rosario.

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  ISBN: 978-1-101-61203-3

  BERKLEY® PRIME CRIME

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  A COFFEEHOUSE MYSTERY is a registered trademark of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Epigraph

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-one

  Twenty-two

  Twenty-three

  Twenty-four

  Twenty-five

  Twenty-six

  Twenty-seven

  Twenty-eight

  Twenty-nine

  Thirty

  Thirty-one

  Thirty-two

  Thirty-three

  Thirty-four

  Thirty-five

  Thirty-six

  Thirty-seven

  Thirty-eight

  Thirty-nine

  Forty

  Forty-one

  Forty-two

  Forty-three

  Forty-four

  Forty-five

  Forty-six

  Forty-seven

  Forty-eight

  Forty-nine

  Fifty

  Fifty-one

  Fifty-two

  Fifty-three

  Fifty-four

  Fifty-five

  Fifty-six

  Fifty-seven

  Fifty-eight

  Fifty-nine

  Sixty

  Sixty-one

  Sixty-two

  Sixty-three

  Sixty-four

  Epilogue

  Epigraph

  Recipes

  Janelle’s Gingerbread Crackle Cookies

  Chocolate Candy Cane Cookies

  Clare Cosi’s New York Cheesecake Cookies with Candied Strawberry Drizzle

  Clare’s Candied Strawberry Drizzle

  Janelle’s Lemon Sugar Cookies

  Clare’s Eggnog Crumb Muffins

  Brigadieros (Brazilian Chocolate Truffles)

  Clare Cosi’s Easy Pumpkin Cake with Surprise Cream Cheese Swirl

  Clare Cosi’s Pepper-Crusted Roast Beef

  Clare’s Horsey Sauce

  Clare’s Chicken Marsala for Mike

  Clare’s Apple Crumb Pie with Mrs. Li’s Warm Custard Sauce

  Clare’s Crumb Topping

  Mrs. Li’s Warm Custard Sauce

  Clare’s Frozen Eggnog Latte for Mike

  The Village Blend’s Gumdrop Spritzers

  Easy Candy Cane Latte with Homemade Peppermint Syrup

  Clare Cosi’s Peppermint Syrup Homemade from Candy Canes

  Epigraph

  About the Authors

  A good conscience is a continual Christmas.

  —Benjamin Franklin

  Prologue

  It couldn’t have happened anywhere but in little old New York.

  —O. HENRY

  SHE’S coming. I see her . . .

  Short and slight with blunt-cut bangs and a cheap black coat, the little assistant baker wended her way through the well-heeled crowd like a crow strutting through peacocks. The night was near freezing, yet the girl’s coat hung open. As she walked along, she took drags from a cigarette.

  “Here I am,” the little baker announced, waving the burning butt.

  “Obviously,” the figure said.

  The two stood in the chilly shadows of a broken carousel, just beyond the brilliance of the city park’s skating rink, where children lapped the ice, laughter rose on the frosty air, and bouncy tunes spilled out of speakers.

  “Well?” the figure asked. “Did you bring it?”

  “I did,” the girl said.

  “Then let me see it!”

  “All right! Keep your knickers on!”

  The figure stiffened, holding back a retort. The girl was nobody, hardly memorable, excepting that low-rent Irish accent and gallingly direct tone. Correcting her would be a waste of breath—and, anyway, in another minute, her attitude wouldn’t matter.

  Sixty yards away stood the park’s exclusive restaurant. Inside that glass box, wealthy monsters and A-list idiots nibbled gourmet goodies. Out here, nannies shivered around a block of ice, laser focused on paychecks with legs skating around the brightly lit rink. No attention had been given to the single young woman who’d marched into this circle of darkness.

  While the girl fumbled at her apron, the figure asked, “Who have you told about this?”

  “No one! I kept it to myself. You can feel certain of that . . .”

  The figure dipped a gloved hand into a deep coat pocket, feeling the hard, heavy object hidden inside. This was a better kind of certainty.

  At last, the girl produced the reason for this meeting. “Have a look,” she said, holding out the paper. The figure reached for it, intentionally missing. The paper fluttered down.

  “I’ll get it,” the girl offered.

  The figure nodded, and the girl bowed, like the servant she was, toward the floor of the lifeless merry-go-round.

  One last time, the figure glanced around, then pulled the solid object from its hiding place, raised up a hand, and—

  Down came the blow. Thin and weak, the girl fell hard, like a baby bird from its mother’s nest, her short, sharp chirp barely audible above the blare of holiday noise. The second blow stopped all movement. Merciless strikes followed, just to be sure.

  Finally, the basher rose, cleaned up quickly, and disposed of the murder weapon. Amid the shadowy tableau of painted horses, a chilly breeze ruffled the girl’s hair, now matted holiday red. Her cigarette rolled away, sending up dying smoke signals.

  Close by, skaters glided and swirled to “Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way . . .”

  Inside the park’s restaurant, children licked candy canes; mommies laughed with daddies; couples held hands, toasting their romance; while outside a forsaken smoke stick went cold, sending a final plume to heaven.

  “Oh, what fun . . .” the basher sang.

  So many eyes. And none of them saw.

  One

  When a star falls, a soul goes up to God.

  —HANS CHRISTIAN AND
ERSEN, “THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL”

  EARLIER that day . . .

  “So how’s the weather outside?” I asked. “Frightful?”

  “Far from it,” said Tucker Burton, pulling a woolen stocking cap off his floppy brown mop. “There’s not even a hint of snow . . .”

  There was no hint of murder, either. Not then.

  I was still hours away from finding that poor girl’s bludgeoned body; and soon after, I, Clare Cosi, would be the one to find her cold-blooded killer. At this hour, however, standing behind my coffeehouse counter, I wasn’t thinking about murder weapons or contextual evidence. I didn’t plan on interrogating a reality show diva; hoodwinking a New York hockey player; or butting heads with a conniving Cajun cook. And I certainly wasn’t expecting to trump one of the biggest forensic freaks in the NYPD—or withstand one of the worst shocks of my early midlife.

  On this particular December afternoon, my chief concern wasn’t murder. It was weather.

  My lanky assistant manager had entered the Village Blend with a blast of frosty air, but I found his tidings warmer than our crackling fireplace. No snow was good news! (Not that Currier or Ives would agree.)

  Personally, I loved the stuff.

  Growing up in a run-down factory town, I couldn’t wait for the season’s first snowfall. That sparkly blanket instantly beautified rickety buildings and cracked concrete. It even made the local mill’s sooty smokestacks look more like the chimneys of Santa’s workshop.

  Moving to New York, I learned to love snow for a different reason. Back then, I was barely twenty, an art school dropout, adjusting to a new husband, new baby, and new way of life. My rhythms had been set by small-town living. Manhattan, on the other hand, was an island of beings on a continual series of seemingly dire quests. Rushing uptown and down, men and women glanced off one another with barely a grunt.

  Heaven’s magic crystals calmed all that, quieting the traffic and culling the crowds. Snowfall forced a period of contemplation on a perpetually racing population.

  For going on two decades now, that peaceful oasis was what I tried to provide for my coffeehouse customers—no matter the weather. We were a cocoon of comfort on an island of chaos, and the hectic holiday season was the time of year people needed us most.

 

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