by Ann S. Marie
Talk about bizarre and odd.
Her heart pounded in her chest just thinking about it. And then there was that strange scent. Was Brad planning on going somewhere? Why go heavy on the cologne?
Okay, Dana girl. Focus on one thought at a time. And make it a nice thought. Worry doesn’t solve a thing.
Right now she could use a cup of resilience to get her through the night.
Dana then got her blender ready and decided to make her famous green smoothie to top off deserts with the cupcake for the after dinner special. She totally loved to host and to prepare tasty dishes. Her New York apartment, the one she could afford was like a small box with a tiny kitchen so she didn’t get to host as much as she liked there. Ramone and she had mostly take-out from nice restaurants on the town, or ate out like most city dwellers.
Dana opened the top of the blender and measured out her ingredients on the stone counter top. First, she poured in a cup of distilled water. Then Dana added three bunches of baby spinach leaves. The equivalent to four packed cups full.
She then grabbed some blueberries from the freezer. She loved to use frozen fruits which were pretty much frozen from fresh so they were just as good as fresh fruits and veggies without the risk of wilting from being in a supermarket too long or spoiling in the fridge if not used right away.
Dana then peeled a banana and sliced it up into four pieces and tossed it into the blender. She added an apple cutting it up into four without the seeds and added that to the mixture. She added some plain low fat vanilla yogurt. And hummed as she looked into the fridge for her ground flaxseed package.
She added two tablespoons to the mixture. She then hit the crush ice button to break down all the frozen fruits first. Then she switched to mix and puree at full speed, watching as the ingredients mix into a deliciously healthy creamy mixture. Perfect for dessert. Especially since Uncle Merv had to watch his blood pressure and add fiber to his diet. Filled with antioxidants. Just they way she liked to make it. In fact, her grandma taught her to always add healthy ingredients to all tasty treats. That was why her blueberries in cupcakes did well at the café. Rich in all the good stuff, fresh fruits as Berry Cove was known for its berry farms, yet delicious and tasty at the same time.
“Good. That should do it.”
Meow! A softy purring escaped the lips of her cuddly little friend. It was Truffles.
“Hey, little thing. You can’t be hungry again. I just gave you your treat.” Dana smiled warmly and quickly washed her hands before scooping Truffles up in her arms.
Truffles purred even louder. She then hissed.
“What on earth are you trying to tell me, sweetie?”
Just then, Dana felt a sudden draft coming from the back.
Funny, she thought all the doors and windows were locked during the biting cold Fall night with the wind blowing hard enough to whisk the orange, brown and golden maple leaves off the branches and unto the ground and knock your hat off your head.
Ding Dong.
Dana was startled as the door bell sounded. She was sure that Aunt Nia, who had been looking after the Victorian while Dana was in New York, had the key.
Cautiously, Dana walked to the front door then peeked out through the door peep hole of the oak wooden door.
The sky was a purple, reddish hue and the leaves were blowing hard bending the branches outside. The shutters against the windows banged slightly. But there was no one there. At least not that she could see.
“Who is it?” Dana called out to the wind. She was sure someone rang the doorbell.
She didn’t hear a sound, only the howling of the wind outside. She certainly didn’t see any sign of Aunt Nia, Uncle Merv, or Katie.
Curious, Dana opened the door to take a peek. No one was there. She drew in a deep breath and went back inside, closing the door.
It was chilly outside on this autumn night so it was good that the fire heated up the old Victorian crackled in fireplace. Truffles hissed loudly.
“What is it, Truffles?” she said softly as if speaking to herself, peeking around. She could feel the soft fur of Truffles cuddling around her leg.
Before she could say anything more she opened the front door again and saw a note stuck to the wooden rocking chair on the veranda. The chair swung back and forth in the cool evening wind as if someone had been sitting in it and rocking hard before taking off.
Dana was stunned and felt the blood siphon from her face. Her mouth fell open. The note read:
GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN
Chapter 6
Dana re-read the note scribbled on one of her cupcake wrappings in disbelief. A fluttery feeling centered in her chest. Her insides began to quiver. She felt weak in her limbs and she was sure her temperature climbed up a notch.
The nerve of that coward. Whoever left the note.
Meow!
“You can say that again, Truffles. Who on earth would send this?” It was as if Dana were speaking to nature as the wind howled back a response.
Determined to get down to the bottom of this, she quickly peeked around the courtyard and saw no one. They couldn’t have gotten away so fast? Could they still be hiding out around the house?
Should she turn this note over to the police? But then again detectives Troy and Evan weren’t exactly the nicest of people to her. Why should she trust them? Or should she? She couldn’t wait for her auntie and uncle to arrive. They’d help her sort this out.
Dana decided to go around to the side of the house to fix one of the shutters. She walked over to the far right, Truffles followed her, keeping her company. As she got closer to the side, Dana stumbled and fell down into the gutter below the window.
Before long, she felt strong hands grab hold of her.
Oh, no.
She let out a piercing scream.
Was she going to die?
* * *
“Hurry up, woman,” Merv said to Petunia with a grin. “You would take a century to get ready if you could. We’re late for Dana’s dinner party.”
“It’s hardly a dinner party, dear.” Petunia was busy placing her earrings on her ears. “She’s just having a little housewarming with the immediate family to mark her new home at the Victorian. And we’re early.”
“No, we’re not,” Merv said to Petunia, impatiently. His fingers slid behind his suspenders holding up his pants. “We’re on time when we’re half an hour early.”
“Oh, Merv. You always keep this half an hour early thing.”
“And why shouldn’t I? You know what they say about the early bird getting the worm, right?”
Petunia playfully rolled her eyes and grinned. She loved her dear husband but they were so opposite in their ways.
“Dana is probably like me, dear,” Petunia added with a smile as she continued to fix her earrings, glancing in the vanity mirror on her dresser. “She would like her guests to be on time not early. Not when she has all those dishes to prepare. And you know I offered her help in the kitchen but she insisted she wanted to try out some of her grandmother’s recipe on her own and just get comfortable in the kitchen.” Petunia sighed. “Ma Rae was really a sweet lady. She was like a mother to me, too. I miss her.”
“I miss her, too, darling.”
“And you know something, Merv. I worry about Dana.”
“You too, huh?”
“Of course. I mean, she’s such a sweet dear girl and she’s trying so hard to save the café but it’s as if there’s some odd vibes going on around town about the café.”
“Well, you know the Baxters would love to see the café shut down. But that’s not going to happen any time soon. You mark my words.”
“I know. I just wish we had the funds to help her pay off some of those debts. Now with this murder investigation going on. You know something?”
“What dear?”
“Let’s head over there now. I’m worried about Dana. My spidey sense tell me that she really shouldn’t be alone. I mean what if whoever is trying to frame her.
..?”
“Don’t even go there, darling. Nothing will happen to our little pumpkin niece.”
“I hope not. Let’s go now.”
Petunia grabbed her Vuitton knock-off handbag feeling a tinge of guilt over not letting Merv onto what she’d done by selling her original to help with costs on the house.
They were going through a rough patch and Dana had offered to help them out. Bless her heart. But it seemed as if Dana would be the one who needed more help.
Still, family stuck together no matter what. Dana was her brother’s darling child. And she’d do anything to protect her.
* * *
Dana cried out and wiggled to get free from whomever was grabbing her. She caught the sweet scent of spicy aftershave or cologne from whomever held her captive. Then...
“It’s all right, ma’am, I’ve got you?” A gentle, deep voice sounded.
She spun her head around and saw that it was Detective Troy.
Stunned beyond believe, she was relieved as his strong muscular arms pulled her out of the ditch.
“What are you doing here?” Dana asked incredulously.
“I could ask you the same thing, ma’am?”
“I live here!”
“In the ditch, ma’am?”
Okay, he got her there. Charming and handsome and witty to boot. But she was sworn off men for now, right? Though she was madly glad that he’d saved her from scooting further down that hole. He pretty much saved her life.
“No. Not in the ditch.” Dana paused, breathless. “Anyway, thank you,” she said, hurriedly, brushing herself off.
What had she been thinking? She should have been more careful. But she didn’t realize the depth of the ditch or how soft the ground was around that part of the house.
Which was yet another thing she would have to take care of when she earned enough money from the café to do repairs around the old Victorian.
“I just happened to be around the area, patrolling.”
“Oh, really now.”
“Well, no. Actually, I came here to see you.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment. And in the early night sky that had turned a dusk and purple hue, his striking features looked positively gorgeous. But Dana had to remind herself that he was a cop—a cop who earlier had been interrogating her about a murder.
Well, Dana liked a guy who was honest at least. That gave Troy one over her two-timing ex-fiancé,
Ramone.
“You did? Why?” Dana asked cautiously. There went that fluttering in her chest again—to her chagrin. This time it wasn’t for nerves.
As soon as the detective helped her back to the front of the house, she remembered, she had something in the oven.
“Oh, no. The oven’s still on.”
“Smells good. I see you take after your grandmother.”
“Thank you,” she said, hurrying back to the kitchen. Troy followed her inside.
“You still didn’t tell me why you were here to see me,” she added, not forgetting the conversation. She knew that someday multi-tasking would come in handy.
She quickly whipped out her tray of cupcakes from the oven and placed it on the granite stone countertop beside the already cooling pan of lasagna she’d taken out earlier. She was thankful that she was able to upgrade the stone on the counter a few weeks ago. Her grandmother’s old wooden counter had taken a beaten over the decades—beyond repair.
Though Nans really wasn’t one for modernizing much and liked to preserve the integrity of the old place, Dana ensured that it fit in with the vintage décor.
“Well, actually, your nan and I were good friends.”
“Oh, you’re the officer she mentioned who used to check up on her once in a while.”
“Yes. She was good people.”
“I know. By the way, would you like to stay for dinner? My aunt and uncle will be stopping by soon.”
“Oh, no. I’m good, thanks. Just ate.”
“I see,” Dana said, tossing the salad before getting the table ready. She quickly eyed the clock then turned her attention back to Detective Troy.
So, you were saying?” Dana wondered if she should tell the detective about the note she just found. But right now, she didn’t know who to trust in this cozy small town that made her feel like a stranger amongst them.
Truth was, she really did feel that way, right now. Especially after what Gerdie-Sue told her about some folks not liking different.
Was Detective Troy that way, too? Who knew?
Wait a minute. Could he have been the one to leave that note?
Nah, he wouldn’t be so obvious. It would have been way too obvious. But Dana couldn’t help but think about how strange it all seemed. And where was Auntie Nia and Uncle Merv?
Dana knew that Katie was working a bit later at the café tonight and would be home later.
Keep an open mind, Dana. Not everybody’s gone wacky.
“Well, I just wanted to ask you a few more questions.”
Oh, so it was strictly police business. Well, of course it was. Why else would he be there, right?
“You mentioned that you had gone to the Gazette to do with an appointment with the advertising department, right?” His tone was serious. “I believe that’s what you told my partner, Detective Evan.”
“Yes, that’s right.” Dana was suspicious now. Truffles hissed loudly.
“Well, I’m just letting you know that Sam, the advertising manager, did not corroborate your story.”
“What? What do you mean he didn’t corroborate my story? But I was there, I was there to...um...place an ad.”
“And did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Place the ad?”
Dana froze. What on earth was going on there?
No. She did not end up placing the ad, did she?
“Well, no. I didn’t because...well, it’s sort of hard to carry on with business as usual when there’s a dead body in front of you.”
“And what were you doing in Brad’s office? He’s a reporter, not an ad manager.”
“I...well, there’s a perfectly good reason for that officer, detective.”
“I’m listening.” He remained stern, yet she could not tear her eyes away from his handsome features. Okay, stop it Dana. He’s a cop. And his interest in you is purely legal, nothing more.
“I was going to place an ad but then there was no one in reception and well, the cleaning lady screamed out and said that Brad was dead so I followed her into his cubicle office. I can’t believe Sam wouldn’t corroborate...I mean, tell the truth about me going there to see him.”
“You know you ought to subpoena Sam’s calendar to prove he’s lying,” Aunt Nia said as she walked in through the open door, her chin up defensively as she now stood in the doorway of the kitchen.
Her Vuitton imitation hand bag in the crux of her arm. She was smacking gum and had her eyes narrowed on Detective Troy.
Thank God for family support.
“If my Dana says she had an appointment with him,” Aunt Petunia continued, “then my Dana had an appointment with Mr. Advertising what’s his name. Period.”
“You’re Dana’s aunt, right?” Detective Troy rolled his eyes as he reconfirmed her identity, since he’d met her earlier at the Gazette.
“That’s right. And something fishy is going on in this place. And I don’t like it. You guys are after the wrong gal or person of interest.”
“We don’t have any formal suspects yet, ma’am,” Detective Troy’s voice remained firm. “But we’ll be in touch later.”
Detective Troy then nodded courteously to Uncle Merv and Aunt Nia, and then he was out of there in no time.
Chapter 7
“The nerve of that man,” Uncle Merv said later at the dinner table. Aunt Nia, Dana and Uncle Merv sat in the grand dining room by the fireplace and the vintage dinner table having their lasagna. They’d left dinner for Katie in the oven for later when she finished working from the café.
Dana ho
ped that Katie wouldn’t have too much to do and wanted to stay back and help her and the staff. But oh, Katie assured Dana that she had no trouble running things as she’d done before Dana showed up on the scene to take over managing the business side of things. Which was what she excelled at.
Katie had told Dana that if it hadn’t been for Dana getting the records straight and funneling her own savings into paying the suppliers and the overdue bills, the café would have gone under already.
But oh, Dana couldn’t wait to get her hands sticky with the real joy of running the business. The baking, shaking and swirling of the icing of the tasty cupcakes that people enjoy from the café.
But Katie had been such a darling sweetheart seeing how Dana had been pulling all-nighters just as she’d done back in college, getting the disastrous bookkeeping records straight that had been neglected since Nans passed away by her elderly accountant who had started to have trouble with his memory, locating receipts and his failing eyesight. Poor thing.
“I know. He does have some nerve,” Dana murmured after taking a bite of her lasagna. The sauce tasted rich but she wished she hadn’t added as much oregano.
Still, Auntie Nia and Uncle Merv were kind enough not to say anything about it, or perhaps they never noticed. She loved cooking and baking but she was no Grandma Rae or Martha Stewart or any of that, come to think of it.
Or, as Grandma Rae would once say, you need to feel love to cook with love.
Well, tonight she was feeling a little bit on the sour side. No doubt, she was distracted with thoughts of the murder investigation. She had a burning desire and compulsion to get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding Brad’s untimely passing and her mix up in all of this.
But she was going to find it, come heaven or high water.
“Who do you think could have done it?” Dana dropped her fork on the plate. “It must’ve been planned.”
“You know, I was thinking the same thing,” Aunt Nia said.
“And as I said earlier Dana,” Uncle Merv added, “We need to talk.”
“I know, Uncle.”
“Now you know me, I’m a puzzle solver,” Uncle Merv said.
