Rocky Road
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© 2013 Josi S. Kilpack.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Kilpack, Josi S., author.
Rocky Road / Josi S. Kilpack.
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Summary: Sadie Hoffmiller expects the weekend in St. George, Utah, to be uneventful, but when a local doctor disappears she becomes involved in a murder investigation.
ISBN 978-1-60907-593-4 (paperbound) 1. Hoffmiller, Sadie (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Cooks—Fiction. 3. Murder—Investigation—Fiction. 4. St. George (Utah), setting. I. Title.
PS3561.I412R63 2013
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Printed in the United States of America R. R. Donnelley, Crawfordsville, IN
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Other book by Josi S. Kilpack Her Good Name
Sheep’s Clothing
Unsung Lullaby
Daisy
Culinary Mysteries
Lemon Tart
English Trifle
Devil’s Food Cake
Key Lime Pie
Blackberry Crumble
Pumpkin Roll
Banana Split
Tres Leches Cupcakes
Baked Alaska
Fortune Cookie (coming Feb 2014)
Rocky Road recipes
Ol’ Dad’s Dutch Chicken...Chapter 3
Ol’ Dad’s Dutch Potatoes...Chapter 3
Maddox Rolls...Chapter 3
Raspberry Butter...Chapter 3
No-Brainer Fruit Salad...Chapter 5
Mormon Muffins...Chapter 9
Funeral Potatoes...Chapter 15
Strawberry Pretzel Pie...Chapter 16
Waffle Mania Waffles...Chapter 19
Café Rio-Style Barbacoa Pork...Chapter 27
Cilantro Lime Rice...Chapter 27
Tomatillo Dressing...Chapter 27
Fry Sauce...Chapter 32
Dream Cookies...Chapter 33
Granny Annie’s Rocky Road Fudge...Chapter 42
Jam Bars...Fortune Cookie
Download a free PDF of all the recipes in this book at josiskilpack.com or shadowmountain.com
To Sadie’s Test Kitchen: Annie, Danyelle, Don, Katie, Laree, Lisa, Megan, Sandra, Whit Couldn’t do this without you guys—thank you so very much
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Fortune Cookie
Acknowledgments
Author's Note
About the Author
Chapter 1
Bittersweet Anniversary
Following the two-month anniversary of Dr. Trenton Hendricks’s disappearance during a hiking trip in the Paradise Point area, his wife, Anita Hendricks, has announced a memorial service to be held in his honor on Wednesday, June 22, at 2:00 at the Red Rock Foundation Hall.
Hendricks was last seen on Friday, April 8, when he set out on a backpacking trip, alone. “He is an experienced hiker,” his wife said in an article that first ran in the April 13 edition of this paper. “And he often takes to the backcountry to clear his head following a busy work week.”
When Hendricks failed to return from the hike, Mrs. Hendricks contacted Search and Rescue. Hendricks’s Jeep Grand Cherokee was found at the Chuckwalla Trailhead the following day, but after six full days and thousands of man-hours, the official search was called off. Nothing belonging to Hendricks was discovered during the search. It is presumed that he is deceased. Hikers are asked to be vigilant as they take to the backcountry and report anything they might discover.
The memorial service will be held just two days prior to the Red Rock Cancer Walk, a Breast Cancer Awareness fund-raising event that Hendricks and his business partner, Dr. Jacob Waters, began nine years ago. Though rumored to be canceled this year due to Hendricks’s disappearance, the event will take place as it has in previous years. When asked about the decision to continue with the event, Mrs. Hendricks said, “It is what Trenton would have wanted. He was passionate about his work and I take comfort in knowing that while the hole he has left in so many lives will never be filled, he left this world a better place than he found it.” In lieu of flowers, it is requested that donations be made to the Red Rock Cancer Fund, which provides free breast cancer screenings to low-income women in Iron and Washington counties and grants to help cover treatment if patients are unable to cover the costs.
Community members are invited to join the fund-raiser this Friday, June 24, at 7:00 p.m. The 12-hour night-walk will begin at 7:30 p.m. and end with a pancake breakfast Saturday morning at 8:00 a.m. Entry fee for the walk is $45 per person. Each participant will receive a T-shirt and a gift bag with contributions from local sponsors.
Sadie finished reading the article and looked up at Caro, her friend of the past year as well as the cousin of Sadie’s fiancé, Pete. Sadie had just arrived at the hotel room in St. George, Utah, where she and Caro would stay as part of an extended girls’ weekend. If she’d felt she could do so without hurting Caro’s feelings, Sadie would likely have stayed home—she’d been gone for most of the month of June—but she loved Caro and didn’t know when she’d have another opportunity to spend time with her like this. Despite Caro being at least ten years Sadie’s junior—mid-forties to Sadie’s late fifties—the two of them got along swimmingly, and Sadie enjoyed Caro’s company very much.
Was it Sadie’s imagination that Caro had been a little too excited to have her read this article as soon as they got into their room? And did Caro also seem expectantly interested in Sadie’s response? “That’s too bad about Dr. Hendricks,” Sadie said, refolding the newspaper carefully and placing it beside her on the bed.
“It is too bad,” Caro said from where she sat facing Sadie on the other double bed. “And weird, right?”
“Weird?” Sadie said, wondering at Caro’s pointed interest. “Weird how?”
“He disappeared ... and everyone seems to be assuming he’s dead, but there’s no proof. No one has found his pack, a shoe—nothing.”
“Disappearances are always hard to deal with,” Sadie said, ignoring what she feared was behind Caro’s leading questions. Caro wanted to investigate; Sadie could feel it, but didn’t share Caro’s anticipation. She’d come to St. George to enjoy a few days with her good friend, not to investigate the disappearance of a man she’d never met.
“He was Tess’s doctor, you know, when she found the lump—she said he was really great, and the foundation saved her life. She—and lots of his o
ther patients—are really broken up over his disappearance.”
Sadie put her hands in her lap and pondered a few seconds more before speaking. Caro’s dark eyes were bright with excitement when Sadie looked up at her again. “Please tell me this isn’t why we’re here,” Sadie said with a somewhat pleading smile. “Please tell me we came to attend some plays and go shopping and be a part of the walkathon with your cousin?”
“Of course that’s why we came,” Caro said, looking sheepish as she waved away Sadie’s concern. “Tess and I have participated in this walkathon every year since she was first diagnosed, and I’m so excited that you’re with us this year—you’re going to love Tess.” She looked at the newspaper lying beside Sadie on the bed. “And I didn’t think much about Dr. H’s disappearance, either, when Tess first brought me up to speed on it, but the more I read about it and talked with her, the more I thought that since we’re here maybe we could, you know, look into things. Here, let me get the other articles for you—Tess gave me a whole stack when I got here Sunday.”
Caro hurried to the dresser. Once her back was turned, Sadie let out a breath, trying to figure out how best to communicate that her level of interest in solving a mystery was at an all-time low right now. A glance at the diamond ring on her left hand initiated the familiar zing she felt every time she thought about what it represented. At the age of fifty-eight—after being a widow for more than twenty years and raising her now-adult children on her own—Sadie was engaged. Engaged! To be married!
July 26th had been chosen as the big day ... and it was just over one month away—five weeks from today, in fact. It was probably a good thing that Sadie had plenty to do between now and then, this trip with Caro being one of the things that would fill the days of waiting until Sadie became Mrs. Peter Cunningham. For his part, Pete was right now in Cabo San Lucas enjoying a guys’ week of deep sea fishing that offset her girls’ weekend of shopping and pedicures. It was silly how much Sadie missed him, but she did. She saw the ring again and felt the zing once more. Would she ever get used to this?
“Sadie?”
Sadie blinked and looked up to meet Caro’s bemused expression. “What?”
Caro was sitting on the bed across from Sadie again, holding a stack of papers in both hands—the articles Tess had given her, Sadie assumed. “I asked if Dr. H’s disappearance seems strange to you. Have you dealt with anything like this in your other cases?”
“Not like this, no.” She had been involved in a disappearance case before, though, and couldn’t help thinking about it now that Caro had brought it up. It had been hard—and frightening at times—and yet the resolution had brought a lot of people peace. But she still didn’t want to investigate this one. She wanted to order napkins with her and Pete’s names on them and research honeymoon destinations. That the last few years of her life had been filled with a variety of investigations—murders, mostly, but a few others as well—wasn’t something she wanted to dwell on right now.
Caro seemed disappointed in Sadie’s response. When the two had worked an investigation in New Mexico several months ago, Caro had been a natural: detail-oriented, smart, and uninhibited about sneaking around. But Sadie’s head was in a different place now—she had a wedding to plan, a married life to prepare for. And Pete, who had always served as a support system in the other cases she’d found herself involved in, wasn’t available for her to bounce ideas off of—he was wrestling marlins and swordfish off the coast of Mexico. No, now was not a good time for Sadie to put on her Sherlock Holmes hat.
“I wonder,” Caro said, with boldness coloring her words, “if you and I could look into things while we’re here, ya know? Answer some of the as-yet-unanswered questions and figure out what happened to Dr. Hendricks. It could be fun!”
Fun? “Search and Rescue looked for six days, Caro.” She thought of the expansive wilderness that surrounded this relatively small city—a bit of an oasis in the midst of magnificent red rock mountains, canyons, and plateaus. Even though this was Sadie’s first visit to St. George, she knew about southern Utah’s numerous national parks that protected the unique topography of the region. Though Sadie had hoped to go on a hike or two while they were here, it was crazy to think they might be able to find a missing hiker.
“I don’t mean we should search the backcountry. I mean, why did he go out by himself, and why hasn’t anyone found any of his gear, and what was his personal life like? Professional life? Was anyone angry with him? Did he have debts to hide from?
“St. George isn’t a big city, and the people are nice. I bet we could gather a lot of information—find things the police know nothing about and figure out what really happened to Dr. H.”
Sadie mentally tamped down the curiosity Caro’s questions were stirring. Her own investigative instincts were never very far below the surface, and she repeated Caro’s questions in her mind. Instead of giving in to the tingle and pull, however, she shook her head and tried to think of what Pete would say in response to this. “I’m sure the police investigation is exploring all those questions. And you’re jumping to some pretty extreme conclusions with no evidence or circumstance. Did Tess ask you to do this?”
“Not really,” Caro said, which meant Tess was a part of it. She’d gathered all the articles and given them to Caro for a reason. Did Tess know about Caro’s foray into investigation work? Did she know about Sadie’s?
“I’m happy to share my concerns with Tess, too,” Sadie said, still channeling Pete’s wisdom. “But if you’re thinking of trying to investigate this, you’ll have to count me out.” She smiled in hopes of softening the impact of those words, though she meant every one of them. “Most people who know my history won’t believe this, but I don’t go looking for mysteries to solve—especially now. I have a wedding to plan and I’m still recovering from that cruise. I realize that his disappearance is difficult for the people who cared about Dr. Hendricks, but I’m really not interested in pursuing this, Caro. I’m sorry.”
Looking at the pile of papers in her lap, Caro bit her lip, her disappointment impossible to ignore. Sadie felt bad shooting down Caro’s hopes, but she sincerely meant what she’d said, so she refrained from apologizing again.
“What if ... ,” Caro said just as the silence was becoming awkward. Sadie waited for her to continue, but Caro seemed to be thinking hard about what to say, or, perhaps, whether to say it at all. Caro couldn’t know what her delays did for Sadie’s curiosity—it was getting more difficult to hold back. What if Dr. Hendricks did have a reason to disappear?
“What if what?” Sadie asked, still pulling tight on the reins of her interest.
Caro looked up from the articles she seemed to be holding tighter than before and met Sadie’s eyes. “What if we already found something?”
Chapter 2
“What did you find?” Sadie said, hating the eagerness in her tone and trying to push it back down again. Her instincts were working against her.
“Here,” Caro said, jumping off her bed with the stack of papers in her hands and then sitting next to Sadie a moment later, causing both of them to bounce slightly. “Let me show you.” She shuffled through the articles before removing one. She put the other articles—most of them printed off a computer rather than cut from an actual newspaper—beside her on the bed, and then handed the one she still held to Sadie. Sadie quickly read the date—April 19th—and the title, “Physician still missing.” Caro pointed to the picture under the title. It showed a gravel parking lot surrounded by brush, a rough two-rail fence, and red sandstone. There were a police Jeep and a silver Jeep Cherokee in the parking area and several people standing around looking official. A small brown building in the center of the circular parking area was likely a restroom.
“That’s Dr. H’s Cherokee,” Caro explained as Sadie’s eyes traveled to the caption beneath the photo. “‘Dr. Trenton Hendricks’s Jeep Cherokee was located on Tuesday at the Chuckwalla Trailhead, where it is presumed Dr. Hendricks went hiking on Apr
il 8.’” Caro continued, “His wife reported him missing Monday morning and his car was found a day later with his cell phone on the front seat. It had been turned off Friday afternoon.”
“Okay,” Sadie said, scanning more of the article in hopes of determining why this particular article was significant enough to have caught so much of Caro’s attention.
“Now, look at this,” Caro said, riffling through the stack of articles she’d set aside. She pulled out a photograph printed from a computer and put it in Sadie’s hands. The photo showed two women smiling into a camera, with a red-rock landscape similar to that in the newspaper picture behind them ... wait, it was more than similar.