Contents
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
A Note From The Author
About The Author
This is a work of fiction.
None of it is real. All names, places, and events are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real names, places, or events are purely coincidental, and should not be construed as being real.
Scones, Skulls & Scams
Copyright © 2014
Leighann Dobbs
http://www.leighanndobbs.com
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this work may be used or reproduced in any manner, except as allowable under “fair use,” without the express written permission of the author.
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Chapter One
Lexy Baker-Perillo stared lazily out the floor-to-ceiling window that made up the front wall of her bakery, The Cup and Cake. A sigh escaped her lips as she watched the last leaf drop from the century’s old oak tree on the riverbank and float lazily toward the falls, picking up speed until it catapulted over the edge.
Fall was nearing an end. The trees were bare and the air had a chill—a sharp contrast to the palm tree filled Tropical Island where she’d just spent two weeks honeymooning with her hunky homicide detective husband, Jack Perillo.
The honeymoon had been wonderfully romantic and restful, but Lexy was happy to be back home and back into baking and running her business.
Turning, she inspected the front room of the bakery. The glass cases displaying her baked goods gleamed in the sunlight. The self-serve coffee station filled the room with the rich aroma of dark roast. The cafe tables, set up next to the window overlooking the scenic waterfall that gave the town of Brook Ridge Falls its name, were spotlessly clean … and empty.
While honeymooning, she’d left the running of her bakery in the care of her assistant and best friend, Cassie. Lexy felt a swell of pride her friend had handled everything perfectly with no problems at all.
Well, almost perfectly … sales had dropped off considerably in her absence, but it didn’t have anything to do with Cassie running the shop. Lexy turned back to look out the window. She knew the reason sales had fallen off—she was staring straight at it.
“It” was the new bakery across the street, which had sprung into business while Lexy had been on her honeymoon. When she’d left, the windows in the new bakery had been covered in brown craft paper. A small handwritten sign in the corner had been the only indication a bakery might take up residence. Today, that bakery appeared to be fully stocked and a line of customers filed out the door and into the street.
Surely her baked goods can’t be that delicious—could they?
More than likely, the big turnout had more to do with the fifty-percent-off sign in the shop window and the fact the sidewalk leading up to Lexy’s bakery had been dug up because of the new sewer lines they were installing. On the other side of the street, the sidewalk leading up to the other bakery were perfectly fine.
Lexy squinted over at the store trying to see inside. It looked to be set up almost identical to The Cup and Cake, with glass displays, cafe tables, and a self-serve coffee station. She’d even chosen a name similar to Lexy’s—The Brew and Bake—and had the sign made in the same shape and pink color as Lexy’s sign.
Lexy started as a familiar figure appeared in the door of The Brew and Bake.
That couldn’t be who she thought it was … could it?
Lexy sucked in a breath as the door opened to reveal her grandmother Mona Baker, or Nans as Lexy called her, and Nans’ three closest friends—Ida, Helen and Ruth. Lexy noticed with dismay that, not only had the traitorous senior citizens been inside the bakery, they were also carrying bakery bags that looked to be loaded with pastries!
Her hands curled into tight fists as she watched them walk across the street, giggling and looking inside each other’s bags.
Surely, they weren’t bringing pastries from the other bakery over to her shop?
But they were.
Lexy stood, whirling around to face the door as the four women came in.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Lexy demanded.
The women’s happy chatter stopped abruptly. They stared at her with puzzled looks.
“Don’t get upset dear. We’re just going to compare the inferior goods from the other bakery to yours,” Nans said as if Lexy should have known that’s what they were doing.
“Oh.” Lexy felt mollified since Nans had referred to the other bakery’s pastries as inferior. She relaxed her stance and unclenched her fists. “Why?”
“We’re going to do a taste test and Helen is going to take notes, then write up an article for the Brook Ridge Sentinel detailing the results and how your baked goods taste much better,” Nans answered.
“Provided they are better, of course,” Ruth added then grimaced as Nans elbowed her in the ribs. “I mean, we know they’re better, of course. We just need to prove it.”
“Right, so let's get some of the same types of pastries for the taste test.” Ida rubbed her hands together and made a beeline for the display cases.
The women rummaged through their bags looking at the items they’d purchased—lemon bars, brownies, éclairs, pound cake, blueberry muffins and cupcakes. They picked out identical items from Lexy’s display case and took them to a table, where they spread out some napkins on which they lined up the baked goods.
“Now these are from Lexy.” Ruth pointed to the row on the top, “And these are from that other place.” The way she said the words that other place, with a hint of disgust made Lexy smile as she pulled a chair up to join the older ladies.
Nans handed out the plates and forks she’d grabbed from the self-serve station. “We’ll each take a bite from each one and then discuss the differences like they do on those cooking shows on TV.”
Helen pulled open her gigantic beige patent leather purse and rummaged around inside it pulling out various items—a lipstick, tissues, duct tape—until finally producing an iPad, which she plopped on the table in front of her.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she said as she reached across the table, her fork slicing off a corner of the brownie from The Brew and Bake.
Lexy held her breath as Helen brought the fork to her mouth. She made exaggerated chewing motions, moving her tongue around in her mouth and licking her lips. Then she wrinkled up her nose and made a big show of swallowing.
“Tastes stale.” She sat back and typed something into the iPad.
Lexy let out her breath. The others reached over with their forks taking little pieces of the pastries and putting them on their plates.
“Now let’s not mix up which pastry is from which bakery,” Nans said as she bit into a piece of lemon square then immediately made a sour face. “This is too tart. Don’t you guys think so?”
Ruth nodded. “Let’s take a bite of Lexy’s to see how it compares.”
The three other ladies stabbed their forks into the lemon square from Lexy’s bakery case.
“This is much sweeter,” Ida said.
> The others mumbled their agreement and Helen typed more into the iPad.
“I didn’t know you wrote for the paper, Helen.” Lexy spent a lot of time with the four women and had never heard her mention it before.
“Oh I don’t usually, but I have a special spot this month on account of the town bicentennial. They needed some extra reporters,” Helen said. “I used to write a food column there when I was younger.”
Lexy had almost forgotten about the town bicentennial with its big parade and festival at the end of the week. She’d entered the famous scone bakeoff with her great-grandmother’s recipe—she’d have to make sure it came out absolutely perfect if she wanted to compete with this new baker across the street.
“And we’re on the historical committee, too,” Ida added.
“Oh. That sounds like fun,” Lexy said.
“It is. You wouldn’t believe all the old dirt we’re digging up on this place. Scandals and murders,” Ruth whispered. “We’re making a display for the festival.”
“I tried to get on the baking committee as a judge, but they wouldn’t let me because I’m related to Lexy.” Nans bristled.
Lexy looked ruefully out the window at The Brew and Bake. “That’s too bad. I might need a little extra help winning the competition this year.”
“Oh, don’t be silly,” Helen said. “Your baked goods are hands above theirs. Just look at how dry this brownie is.”
Helen cut into the brownie, which did look rather dry inside. “It’s not moist and fudgy like yours.”
“That’s true,” Ruth said following Lexy’s glance across the street. “I don’t know how the other place is getting more business. I think it has to do with the sewer construction … they’ve dug up half the sidewalk on this side, making it all but impossible for people to even get to your store.”
“Thanks guys.” Lexy’s heart warmed at their support.
“It’s the truth,” Ida said, then spit out the piece of éclair she’d bitten into. “Why this éclair is practically rancid. I can’t understand why anyone would go to her bakery more than one—”
“Jiminy Crickets, is that what I think it is?” Helen’s eyes, which had grown as big as moon pies, were riveted on something down the street in the opposite direction of the new bakery. Her mouth hung open in shock revealing the half-chewed brownie inside.
The rest of them quickly swiveled their heads in the direction of Helen’s gaze.
Down at the end of the street, all sewer work had stopped. The workers were staring at one man who stood with his bottom-half inside a manhole, his top-half extended out and he was holding something up in his hand.
Nans gasped, the cupcake she’d been holding fell to the table with a light thud.
“Heavens to Betsy … is he holding a human head?”
Chapter Two
Nans, Ruth, Ida and Helen scrambled out of their chairs, elbowing each other out of the way in their haste to get to the door. Lexy watched them spill out onto the sidewalk as she followed at a more leisurely pace.
The sewer worker was still standing there holding the object, which wasn’t a human head per se … at least not a flesh and blood head. It was a skull—just bone—and from the look of it, had been in the sewer for quite some time.
“Where, exactly, did you find it?” Nans crouched at the edge of the manhole, peering inside.
“It was in the junction there.” The man pointed down into the hole. “Must have washed down from further up.”
Lexy’s gaze followed the man’s index finger that pointed in the direction she’d just come from.
“What’s up there?” Ida asked.
“The sewer lines run all underneath here. But these bones came from the old sewer,” the man answered.
“Old sewer?” Ruth echoed.
“The big sections of sewer lines were originally run in the 1930s or 40s. We’re replacing most of the lines and blocking off some of the old sections that are in disrepair.” The man tapped the skull. “This guy must have been lodged up in there and washed down when we flushed the lines, then got stuck here where the line curves.”
Helen leaned over the manhole. “Are there any more bones? I mean the rest of him has gotta be in there, right?”
The man looked down. “Hard to say. The smaller bones probably washed down further, but there could still be some caught up above.”
“How big is it down there?” Ida asked. “Can a person get in and walk around?”
“Oh sure,” the man replied. “In the main system anyway. It’s tall enough to stand in.”
“Really?” Nans’ sharp green eyes sparkled with interest and she moved toward the ladder the man was standing on. “Let's get down in there and look around.”
The man held out his hand. “Sorry. We called the police and they said not to touch a thing. You can’t go down there.”
Lexy wasn’t surprised to see Nans’ look of disappointment mirrored in Ruth, Ida and Helen’s eyes. The four ladies had an odd hobby—they were amateur sleuths. They’d helped solve several crimes and even worked closely with the police on a few cases. They’d been instrumental in helping Lexy clear herself when she was accused of poisoning her ex-boyfriend. They even had a name for themselves—The Ladies Detective Club.
Lexy knew they wouldn’t be able to help themselves from investigating the mysterious skull. And they’d want her to help. The thought caused a trill of excitement to run through her. To tell the truth, she was a bit curious herself and looking for some excitement after her lazy honeymoon with Jack.
A tapping sound pulled Lexy from her thoughts and she turned around to see Victor Nessbaum, the elderly owner of the antique store next to Lexy’s bakery, his cane tapping on the sidewalk as he shuffled toward her.
“What’s going on?” Victor asked looking from Lexy to Nans to the sewer worker.
“They found a skull in the sewer pipes,” Lexy said.
“Skull?” Victor’s bushy white eyebrows rose up a fraction of an inch and Lexy motioned toward the sewer worker who held the skull up, then turned it to face them for the first time, revealing the macabre looking thing had two golden teeth right in the front.
Lexy heard Victor gasp and she put a protective arm around him. Victor was in his mid-eighties—not that much older than Nans, but he seemed much frailer. She hoped seeing such a sight wasn’t too much of a shock for him.
“Come on, Mr. Nessbaum. Let’s get back to our stores.” Lexy gently turned the older man around and started back up the sidewalk.
“This darn sewer project is ruining business.” Victor gestured to the dug up patches of sidewalk with his cane.
“Tell me about it,” Lexy said.
“I’d like to go down to the town hall and give them a piece of my mind. In fact, I’m going to be looking into this very carefully.” Victor glanced back over his shoulder at the skull. “The last thing we need is some investigation holding up the works and dragging this construction out even longer.”
Lexy pressed her lips together. She hadn’t thought about that. Would the police shut down the sewer project and leave the sidewalk in shambles?
“Has the new bakery had an impact on your business?” Victor nudged his chin toward The Brew and Bake.
“It’s hard to tell with the sewer construction going on.” Lexy’s stomach clenched as she looked back down the street. “Business has dropped off, but most people would find it hard to navigate the sidewalk, so I don’t really know if the lull is because people prefer to shop at the new bakery, or if it’s simply because they can’t get to my bakery.”
“Well, I hope things pick up for you.” Victor frowned at The Brew and Bake, his eyes taking on a faraway glassy look. “I can’t imagine people preferring her pastries to yours. I don’t think she’ll be around long. The girl must have no business sense what-so-ever. I mean, who in their right mind would open a bakery directly across the street from one that is already established and successful?”
Chapter Thre
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Nans and the others came back a few minutes later, their faces flush with excitement. They half-heartedly continued their taste test, but the conversation kept turning to various plans for investigating the mystery of the skull.
Once they’d compared all the baked goods, (Lexy’s won hands down,) and Helen had enough for her article, they wrapped up the few leftover pieces of pastry in napkins, shoved them into their over-sized purses and headed on their way.
“Do be sure and find out what Jack knows about the investigation tonight,” Nans demanded as she disappeared out the door.
Lexy sat in her empty bakery glaring out the window at The Brew and Bake. She could see the perky blonde, who she assumed to be the owner, bustling around inside. Should she go over and introduce herself?
Lexy was debating the pros and cons of introducing herself when police lights at the sewer construction caught her attention.
They sure took their sweet time, she thought as she watched the door of the black sedan open.
Would it be Jack? No. It was Watson Davies, the perky new detective in Jack’s squad. Lexy wasn’t sure what to make of Davies. She acted like a ditz most of the time, but Lexy had a sneaking suspicion that was an act to catch people off-guard.
Lexy and Davies had gotten off on the wrong foot when Lexy had been caught in the midst of a double murder investigation involving her wedding gown. Everything had worked out in the end, but Lexy wasn’t friendly enough with Davies to rush down there and ask a lot of questions. She’d wait for tonight when she was at home with Jack.
At home with Jack.
The thought gave her goose bumps. They’d decided to keep her house, which had originally been Nans’, and put Jack’s on the market. Even though they’d already spent a lot of time at each other’s houses—conveniently located behind one another—the fact they were now going to live together forever made it all seem more thrilling. She couldn’t wait to get home every night to be with Jack and, of course, her white Shih-Tzu mix, Sprinkles.
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