Apple Turnover Murder, Key Lime Pie Murder, Cherry Cheesecake Murder, Lemon Meringue Pie Murder

by Joanne Fluke

  Hannah sighed as she thought back to her childhood. She’d always dreamed of staying at the cottage during the height of the tourist season, when the tiny grocery store was stocked with a dozen flavors of Popsicles, and there would be other kids from fascinating places like Iowa and Wisconsin to swim with. Now she was here, at the height of the season, and she didn’t even own a swimsuit. And she couldn’t have any Popsicles because she was on a diet. Sometimes life just wasn’t fair.

  Hannah got out of her truck and walked past Andrea’s Volvo. Her sister and niece were here early. There was Norman’s car, too. And Carrie’s. Delores must have invited the whole extended family. That was good. With more people here, it would be easier for her to pull Michelle off in a corner and ask her about the ten-dollar bill.

  As she approached the screen door of the cottage, Hannah sniffed the air. She expected to catch a whiff of Hawaiian Pot Roast, or E-Z Lasagna, her mother’s favorite company dishes. Hannah wasn’t particularly fond of either one, but the fact that she couldn’t eat them made them sound delicious. All she could have was salad and Delores had promised she’d have plenty of that.

  Norman walked over to greet her the moment she walked in the door. At first Hannah was puzzled by the relieved expression on his face until she realized that he’d been talking to Delores. No doubt her mother had been asking him all sorts of personal questions about why he was building such a big house and if he had any plans for the future. “Mother’s been giving you the third degree?” she asked.

  “You could say that.”

  “Then it looks like I got here just in time.”

  “In more ways than one,” Norman told her with a smile. “Bill and Mike went to pick up the pizza and they should be back any minute.”

  “Did you say they were bringing pizza?”

  “Yes, and your mother ordered a low-cal one for you.”

  Hannah started to frown. “That’s got be a contradiction in terms. How could a pizza be low-cal?”

  “Maybe they put on low-fat cheese?”

  “That wouldn’t do it. There’s still all that wonderful crust, and the spicy sauce, and pepperoni, and sausage, and olives, and anchovies, and…”

  “Hold it,” Norman said, handing her his handkerchief. “You’re drooling.”

  Hannah took it and made a show of wiping her face even though she knew he was teasing. “Pizza is one of my very favorite things and just one bite would blow my diet.”

  “Don’t you think you’ve lost enough weight? You’re looking positively skinny.”

  “I am?” Hannah stared up at him with a look that was at least a first cousin to adoration.

  “I really didn’t think you needed to lose any weight in the first place.”

  “You didn’t?” If they’d been alone, Hannah would have grabbed him and given him a big kiss. As it was, she felt grateful tears well up in her eyes and she covered her embarrassment at being so emotional with an attempt at humor. “How’s your eyesight?”

  “Twenty-twenty…as long as I wear my glasses.”

  “Glasses? But you’re not wearing any…” Hannah stopped and gave him a stern look. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Not entirely. I do need to wear glasses, but I switched to contacts a couple of years ago.”

  “Here comes dinner!” Delores called out from her post at the window. “Bill and Mike just drove up. Who wants to run out and help them carry the pizzas in?”

  “I do.” Hannah turned on her heel and headed for the door. If she couldn’t eat the pizza, at least she could get in a couple of good sniffs while she carried it in to the table.

  After dinner, Hannah carried in the box of assorted cookies she’d brought and Delores got out the rest of the dessert. Her mother’s contribution was a huge tub of ice cream with a whole array of jarred toppings from the Red Owl. Hannah took one look at the fudge sauce and wished she had a full complement of talismans to ward off evil. Since she had nothing, not even a necklace of garlic to protect her, she grabbed Michelle while everyone else was munching cookies and building sundaes.

  “Will you walk out on the dock with me?” Hannah asked her. “We need to talk.”

  “Sure. I ate so much of that low-cal pizza, I don’t have any room left for dessert.”

  “What was on it anyway?” Hannah was curious. Since there had been a big tub of salad, she’d filled up on that.

  “Skim-milk mozzarella with sun-dried tomatoes, shredded chicken breast, and asparagus tips. The crust was low-cal too because it was thinner than their regular crust.”

  “So you had to eat twice as much to fill up?”

  Michelle started to grin. “You’re right. I usually eat two pieces and tonight I ate four.”

  Just as Hannah and Michelle were about to go out the door, Andrea saw them and rushed up. “Do you want some company? I’m passing on dessert, too.”

  “Come on then,” Hannah told her. “We’re going out to sit on the dock.”

  “Oh, good. I’m going to dangle my feet in the water. I ran all over town today and my ankles are swelling.”

  “You two go ahead,” Hannah said. “I’ll get the mosquito repellent and meet you down there. They’re really bad this time of night and they’ll eat us alive.”

  Hannah sprayed on her repellent as she walked down the steps to the dock. Once she got there, she tossed the spray bottle to Michelle and handed the lotion to Andrea. “I remembered what you said about aerosols, so I brought you some lotion.”

  “Thanks, Hannah.” Andrea slapped at a mosquito that had already discovered her arm. “Doc Knight’s got a real thing about it while I’m pregnant. I can’t use hair spray, or perfume, or even cooking spray.”

  Hannah laughed. “I don’t think there’s much danger with the cooking spray.”

  “That’s true,” Andrea conceded good-naturedly. “Bill uses it for his eggs in the morning, but he always waits until I leave the kitchen.”

  “I thought you cooked breakfast for him.” Michelle looked surprised.

  “I used to, the first year we were married. I made scrambled eggs every morning, but Bill decided I burned too many frying pans. Now he makes his eggs and I do the toast.”

  Hannah felt like asking how much toast Andrea had managed to burn, but she curbed the question and turned to Michelle. “You gave Lisa a ten-dollar bill today, didn’t you?”

  “Yes. I stopped by to pick up some cookies for Carly while you were out to lunch.”

  “Do you have any idea where you got that bill?”

  “I’m not sure.” Michelle thought for a moment and then she shook her head. “I really don’t remember. Why do you need to know?”

  “It turns out it was stolen from a bank. Doug Greerson looked it up on a list the banks get.”

  Andrea looked surprised. “Bill didn’t say anything about it. Does Sheriff Grant know?”

  “Doug said he’d alert him.” Hannah turned back to Michelle. “That’s why it’s so important to know when and where you got it. They want to track it back to the source.”

  “I’m pretty sure I didn’t bring it with me. When I got to the bus station in Minneapolis, I had four twenties I got from the bank machine, and a couple of ones.”

  “How about your bus ticket?” Andrea asked. “Did you pay for that in cash?”

  “Yes. I wish I could remember how much it was. I think it was almost twenty dollars, so I wouldn’t have gotten a ten back in change.”

  Andrea took out her cell phone and punched in a number. “Did you buy a round-trip, or a one-way?”

  “Round-trip.”

  Hannah and Michelle listened to the one-sided conversation as Andrea asked about the ticket. She thanked the person on the other end of the line, hung up, and turned back to them. “It didn’t come from the bus station. A round-trip ticket to Lake Eden is eighteen dollars and change.”

  “Then I got it right here in town. But I didn’t buy anything. I’m sure I didn’t. The only store I went into was…”
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br />   “Where?” Hannah zeroed in when her sister hesitated.

  “The drugstore. I needed two gemstones so I ran to the drugstore and bought a little package of colored rhinestones.”

  “Rhinestones?” Andrea made a face. “They’re so tacky. You should have called me if you wanted gemstones. They have some very nice synthetic stones that aren’t expensive. We could have gone out to the mall and…”

  “Relax, Andrea,” Hannah interrupted. “Michelle didn’t need good stones. They were just for her teeth.”

  “Her teeth?”

  “Her fake teeth. She’ll explain later.” Hannah turned back to Michelle. “How much were the rhinestones?”

  “Less than ten dollars. And I must have paid with a twenty. That means I would have gotten a ten and some coins back in change.”

  “Makes sense,” Hannah said, considering the possibilities. She wasn’t sure how it all tied in, but Rhonda had worked at the drugstore. Maybe the fact that some of the stolen money had ended up there didn’t have anything to do with Rhonda’s murder, but it was certainly interesting.

  “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Andrea turned to her.

  “Yes,” Hannah said quickly. “We need to find out more about that old bank robbery.”

  “Hello down there!”

  All three sisters turned to see Norman standing at the top of the steps that led to the dock.

  “Is it okay if I come down? Or is this a sisterly bonding moment?”

  “We’re already bonded,” Hannah said with a laugh. “That happened the first time Mother tried to make us eat canned peas. Come on.”

  Once Norman had joined them on the dock, Hannah tossed him the mosquito repellent. “You’d better use this. The mosquitoes are thick tonight.”

  “Thanks, but I don’t need it.”

  “What do you mean, you don’t need it? They’re bloodthirsty. I thought I was going to need a transfusion before I could get the cap off the bottle.”

  “Mosquitoes don’t bite me.”

  “What?!”

  “It’s true,” Norman said and he looked perfectly sincere. “I don’t know why, but mosquitoes just leave me alone.”

  “Do you take some kind of vitamin supplement?” Michelle asked.

  “No.”

  “How about soap?” Andrea suggested. “Do you use a special kind?”

  “Just whatever’s on sale at CostMart.”

  Hannah began to frown. As far as she knew, mosquitoes bit everyone. They certainly regarded her as a five-course dinner, complete with dessert and beverage. Norman must be putting them on and she’d call his bluff. “I don’t believe you, Norman. Roll up your sleeve and stick out your arm. I want to see this for myself.”

  “Okay,” Norman said agreeably, rolling up his sleeve.

  All three sisters watched as a small cloud of mosquitoes descended, each of them emitting a high-pitched, irritating whine. One of them almost landed on Norman’s bare arm, but it veered away at the last minute.

  “See?” Norman grinned. “They just don’t like me.”

  Hannah gave up in defeat. It was true. Mosquitoes didn’t like Norman. But could she love someone the mosquitoes didn’t like? She’d have to think about that later. Right now, they still had the problem of Michelle’s ten-dollar bill to solve.

  “I guess I’d better bring you up to date,” Hannah told him. “Michelle got a ten-dollar bill today and we found out it was part of the loot from a bank robbery.”

  Norman listened while Hannah explained. “And you need to find out more about that old bank robbery?” he asked.

  “That’s right.”

  “And it happened in Redwing in nineteen seventy-four?”

  “That’s what Doug Greerson told me.”

  “Then it’s easy. It must have been a lead story in the local newspapers at the time. I’ll check to see if any of them have archives on-line.”

  “You can do that?” Hannah was impressed. Her computer skills were limited.

  “No problem. I’ve got my laptop in the car. Do you want me to get on-line right now?”

  “Not now.” Hannah shook her head. “I want to keep this private.”

  “Private, as in not telling Bill or Mike?”

  “That’s right. I’m already involved in investigating Rhonda’s murder and they’re okay with that. But if they find out that Michelle is the one who had that ten-dollar bill, they’ll have to tell the Feds. Michelle doesn’t need that. They’ll ask her a million useless questions and ruin her vacation.”

  “You’ve got a point. How about if I come over to your condo with my laptop when the party breaks up?”

  “That’d be great.” Hannah looked up as she heard footsteps. Mike and Bill were coming down the stairs.

  Bill was the first on the dock and he walked over to Andrea. “We’ve got to take off, honey. We just got word that the autopsy report’s in and we need to go over some things with Doc. Tracey wants to know if it’s okay if she stays out here overnight. Delores and Carrie promised to play a board game with her.”

  “Tell her it’s fine. She loves to stay overnight with Grandma.”

  “That’ll work out perfectly,” Michelle said. “Tracey can have my bed and then Mother won’t be alone.”

  Hannah turned to her youngest sister in surprise. “Alone? Where are you going?”

  “I’ve got a date.”

  “Don’t let him take you to any isolated spots,” Mike jumped into the conversation. “We still haven’t caught Rhonda’s killer.”

  Michelle laughed. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be perfectly safe.”

  “Are you sure?” Mike still looked concerned.

  “I’m positive. I’m going out with Lonnie Murphy.”

  Hannah stifled a laugh. That ought to take the wind out of Mike’s sails. Lonnie was the newest hire at the Winnetka County Sheriff’s Department and Mike liked him. Lonnie’s older brother, Rick, had been with the department for three years, and Mike had told Hannah that eventually the two Murphy brothers might make a good detective team.

  “You said Tracey could have your bed,” Mike reminded Michelle. “Are you planning to stay out all night?”

  “Of course not, but Lonnie and I went to high school together and we’ve got a lot of catching up to do. It could be a late night. I don’t want to wake Mother when I come in, so I was going to ask Hannah if I could stay with her.”

  “Of course,” Hannah agreed quickly, before Mike could think about giving any other dating advice.

  “I don’t like leaving you alone, honey.” Bill sat down and slipped his arm around Andrea’s shoulders.

  “I won’t be alone. I’ll drive over to Hannah’s. When you’re through working, you can get Mike to drop you off there and we’ll go home in my car.”

  “It could be three or four hours. We’re meeting with Doc and then we have to catch up on the paperwork.”

  Andrea reached up to pat Bill’s chest. “Don’t worry about me, honey. If I get tired, I can sack out on Hannah’s couch.”

  Hannah wasn’t sure how she felt as she listened to this tender exchange. On the one hand, it was nice to have someone who was concerned about you. But on the other hand, you couldn’t ever feel truly independent. Marriage was a trade-off. You gave up some things and you gained others. Since Hannah knew she’d balk at the trade-off aspect, it must mean that she wasn’t ready for that walk down the aisle, at least not quite yet.

  Chapter

  Twenty

  H annah reached out for Moishe, who seemed fascinated with Norman’s computer and was sitting on the coffee table, pawing at the keyboard. “Guard your computer, Norman. I’ll carry him in the kitchen and fill his food bowl. Then he might leave you alone.”

  “He’s okay. He’s just curious.” Norman scooped Moishe up and settled him down on his lap.

  “He shouldn’t be that close to your computer,” Andrea advised, waving away some orange and white cat hairs that were floating around i
n the air. “He’s shedding.”

  “That’s what cats do. It’s not his fault.” Norman scratched Moishe behind the ears with one hand and typed with the other. “I’ll blow out the keyboard with compressed air when I get home.”

  “Are there any more leftover cookies, Hannah?” Andrea picked up an empty bag and crumpled it.

  “No, but I’m baking fresh. Let me go see how they’re coming.”

  Hannah stepped into the kitchen and sniffed the air. The new cookies smelled wonderful, a blend of cinnamon, nutmeg, and a secret ingredient that Norman and Andrea would never be able to identify. It was so unusual, no one would ever think of it and it would remain a mystery to anyone who tasted the cookies. And that’s what she’d call them, Mystery Cookies.

  As if on cue, the oven timer beeped and Hannah opened the door to take out the sheet of cookies. She’d gone into the kitchen to mix up this batch right after she’d noticed that Norman and Andrea were going through her bags of leftover cookies like starving wolves at a sheep convention. At first she’d planned to make Chocolate Chip Crunches, but she’d been out of chips and cornflakes. Peanut Butter Melts had been out, since the jar of peanut butter was nearly empty. Her Old-Fashioned Sugar Cookies would have worked, but they required chilling time and the wolves in the living room might attack if their stomachs weren’t placated. She’d stared at her pantry shelf for a moment to assess her stock of ingredients, and then she’d flipped through her cookbook for the recipe Grandma Ingrid had called Red Spice Cake and adapted it for cookies on the fly.