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

by Joanne Fluke

  “Of course I remember. I loved Grandma Ingrid’s rhubarb jam, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” Andrea pointed to the photo. “I just thought it was odd that these three jars in the middle of the top shelf are red.”

  Hannah took a quick look. “They’re just a different kind of jam, that’s all.”

  “I know that, but Mrs. Voelker was so organized. Each section holds a different type of jam. The top shelf looks like peach, the middle shelf looks like blueberry, and the bottom shelf looks like strawberry.”

  “So?”

  “So why did she move three jars of strawberry jam up to the peach shelf? You can tell she did. There are three empty places on the strawberry shelf, way over here at the end.”

  Hannah looked again. Andrea was right. Somebody had moved three jars of strawberry jam up to the top shelf. “You’re a genius, Andrea! That’s what I’ve been missing and you spotted it.”

  “I’m glad, but I don’t know what you’re so excited about. Mrs. Voelker probably ate the peach jam and her companion moved the strawberry up where it would be easier to reach.”

  “I don’t think so. Look at that strawberry shelf again. It’s all dusty between the jars, but there are three perfectly clean spots where the strawberry jam used to sit.”

  Andrea studied the photo again. “You’re right, Hannah. Mrs. Voelker died over six months ago. If her companion had moved that jam, those spots would be covered over with dust by now. Do you think Rhonda’s killer moved them?”

  “That’s my guess.”

  Andrea shivered slightly. “Maybe we should tell Bill and Mike. They might be able to lift some fingerprints.”

  “I don’t think so. Mike told me that the killer wore gloves.”

  “That’s right. Bill mentioned it. But why would the killer bother to move them in the first place?”

  “I don’t know, but there’s got to be an answer. All I have to do is find out what it is.” Hannah wiped a spot clean on the steamed-up window and glanced out. “Come on, Andrea. The rain’s let up and it’s a sauna in here. And I still have to do Lisa’s shopping.”

  Once they entered the store, the two sisters went their separate ways. Hannah headed straight for the produce to get some things for her nightly salad, and Andrea veered off toward the frozen dinners. It didn’t take long for Hannah to pick up the items on Lisa’s list and when she arrived at the checkout counter, she found Andrea waiting for her.

  “What’s all that?” Andrea stared at the contents of Hannah’s cart.

  “I’ll be darned if I know.” Hannah was just as puzzled as her sister. She’d picked up some fresh vegetables for her dinner salad and a bag of kitty treats for Moishe, but the large bottles of red and blue food coloring and the boxes of flat-bottomed ice cream cones were for Lisa. “Lisa’s making special cupcakes for the picnic.”

  “With cucumbers, cat treats, and ice cream cones?”

  “No, the cucumbers and cat treats are mine.”

  “Well, that’s a relief!” Andrea said, looking greatly relieved. “They don’t carry blue Jell-O.”

  “I never thought that they did.” Hannah pushed her cart into the shortest line and Andrea followed her. “Why did you want blue Jell-O?”

  “For the town picnic. I thought I’d make a Jell-O mold in layers for Independence Day. Blue Jell-O in the bottom, red on top of that, and then white whipped cream. It would have been perfect.”

  Hannah did her best to look sympathetic, but it was a struggle. Her sister’s idea of gourmet cooking was to dump a can of fruit cocktail into some Jell-O and squirt it with a can of whipped cream. “So what are you going to bring?”

  “Chips and dip. I got a package of blue corn chips, and a package of white. I’m going to mix them in a bowl and put out some salsa. That’s red.”

  “That should do it,” Hannah said, sending a silent thank-you to the Red Owl for not carrying blue Jell-O.

  When Hannah got back to The Cookie Jar, she manned the counter while Lisa went back to the kitchen to bake. Thirty minutes from the time Lisa had gone through the swinging door to the kitchen, a delicious aroma began to drift out to titillate Hannah’s nostrils. She resisted for as long as she could, but finally she excused herself to the customers sitting at the counter and stuck her head into the kitchen to see how Lisa was coming along. “It really smells good in here. Chocolate?”

  “Chocolate fudge cupcakes. They’re my mom’s recipe. The kids just love them and so do the grown-ups.”

  “Great,” Hannah said, just as the timer Lisa wore around her neck started to clang. “That’s my cue to leave. I’ll take care of our customers and you take care of the cupcakes.”

  The next half-hour was busy. It was always busy in the summer when the tourists came to town. Hannah often wondered why they came to the lake when they spent most of their time shopping in the Lake Eden stores, cooking in the kitchens of their rented cottages, watching the television sets they’d brought with them, and doing almost exactly what they’d be doing at home in the big cities. She figured they must come for the genuine small-town atmosphere, the friendly, open feeling they got in Lake Eden. In the big Minnesota cities, people locked and bolted their doors and they didn’t speak to strangers on the streets. Here things were different. A stranger was a friend unless he or she proved otherwise.

  By and large, the tourists who rented the lake cabins were nice folks. They were certainly getting behind the town’s Fourth of July celebration. Tickets for the potluck picnic and barbeque at Eden Lake were selling like hotcakes. Mayor Bascomb had predicted that there would be more than five hundred out-of-town guests watching the parade, taking part in the activities on the shores of Eden Lake, eating the food the residents provided, and enjoying the fireworks in the evening.

  Business was brisk and Hannah’s old-fashioned cash register dinged almost continually. The locals dropped in, as they always did, and mingled with the lake cottage tourists. Friendships were formed, romances with some of the local girls and boys appeared to be blooming, and no one was thinking about Labor Day, when the tourist season would end. Hannah had explained why the town was called Lake Eden and the lake that was within the city limits was called Eden Lake at least a dozen times by the time most of the customers had cleared out. She was just transferring some of the money from the till to the bank deposit bag when the bell over the door tinkled and Jed Sawyer walked in.

  Jed gave her a friendly smile. “Hi, Hannah.”

  “Don’t Hi, Hannah me!” Hannah said right back, glaring at him. “I heard what you did last night.”

  “What did you hear?”

  “You got Freddy drunk and let him pick up a girl in a bar. I thought you honestly cared about Freddy, but it looks like I was wrong!”

  “Hold on.” Jed held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I don’t know where you got all that from, but it’s not what happened.”

  “Oh, no?”

  “Look, Hannah…I’m sorry Freddy got drunk, but it didn’t start out that way. I let him have one bottle of beer and it hit him like a ton of bricks.”

  “You should have known better.”

  “I know. I found out later that he’d never even tasted alcohol before, but I didn’t know that at the time.”

  Hannah put her hands on her hips. There was no way she was letting Jed off the hook this easily. “You should have guessed it. Mrs. Sawyer was a complete teetotaler. She didn’t allow alcohol in her house.”

  “She used to when Freddy’s dad was alive. We drove to see them every summer and my dad and Uncle Jim always sat out on the dock in the afternoon, fishing and polishing off a six-pack.”

  Hannah sighed. It was up to her to point out the obvious. “But you didn’t see Freddy drinking, did you?”

  “No. We were both too young back then. But really, Hannah…Freddy’s almost thirty and I had no idea he couldn’t handle one beer. It’ll never happen again. I can promise you that.”

  Hannah thawed slightly, but she still ha
d a ways to go. “It’s not just the beer, Jed. You shouldn’t have let Freddy pick up that bar girl.”

  “She wasn’t a bar girl. And Freddy didn’t pick her up. It was like this, Hannah. We were going to the movies and my date knew I was bringing Freddy along. When we got to her house, she had a friend there to make it a foursome.”

  “How about the bar? You were there, weren’t you?”

  “Yeah, but we just stopped off for a quick one before we headed off for the movies. You gotta remember, I was driving and I had my eyes on the road. I didn’t know what Freddy was doing back there until the deputy pulled us over.”

  “And you would have stopped Freddy if you’d seen him?”

  “You bet! I would have pulled over and told him to knock it off. But I didn’t know, Hannah. I never thought Freddy would do anything like that.”

  Hannah didn’t say anything. So far Jed’s story had the ring of truth, but she still wasn’t completely satisfied.

  “I had a long talk with Freddy this morning,” Jed went on, “and he knows what he did was wrong. I’m not going to date that girl again, either. If her friend thinks it’s funny to egg on a nice, simple guy like Freddy, I don’t want to have anything to do with either one of them.”

  Hannah was appeased. It sounded as if Jed had taken the proper steps to make sure that Freddy wouldn’t get into trouble again. “I heard that Freddy was pretty drunk. How’s his head this morning?”

  “He’s got a hangover the size of Minneapolis and he’s feeling pretty ashamed of himself. That’s the reason I stopped in. I wanted to bring him some cookies to prove that I’m not mad at him.”

  “That’s a good idea.” Hannah pulled out a bag, filled it with a dozen cookies, and handed it to Jed. “Take these to Freddy and tell him they’re from both of us.”

  “Thanks, Hannah. You’re really a great person, you know?”

  Once the door had closed behind Jed, Hannah gave another long sigh. She hoped that Freddy had learned his lesson and that Jed would keep a better eye on him.

  The next few minutes were slow, so Hannah took advantage of her downtime by refilling the sugar dispensers and stocking the tables with packets of artificial sweetener. She’d never figured out why people who’d scarf down cookies would put artificial sweetener in their coffee, but they did. She’d just finished when Michelle walked in through the swinging door from the kitchen.

  “Hi, Hannah.” Michelle hugged herself and shivered slightly. “Lisa’s cupcakes look fantastic, but I’m not supposed to say any more than that. It’s really cold in your kitchen with that air conditioner running full blast.”

  Hannah stared at her sister’s outfit. Michelle was wearing a pair of white shorts that were so tight she probably had to stretch out on the bed to zip them up. Her pink spandex top barely covered what it had to legally cover and while the outfit looked good on her, it wasn’t the sort of thing the Lake Eden girls wore to town. Hannah knew she shouldn’t say anything, Michelle was old enough to choose her own clothing, but she couldn’t resist. “Maybe if you had more clothes on, you wouldn’t think my kitchen was so cold.”

  “Not you too!” Michelle gave an exasperated sigh. “You’re getting more like Mother every day!”

  “That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” Hannah countered. “Mother has her good points.”

  “Name one!”

  “Well…she’s always…um…” Hannah paused and then she began to laugh. “All right. I can’t think of any right off the top of my head, but I’m sure there are plenty. How did your lunch with the girls go?”

  “Fantastic. I made your spinach quiche and the girls really raved about it. They all wanted the recipe, but I said I’d have to ask you first. It’s not a secret or anything, is it?”

  Hannah laughed. “No, you can give it to them.”

  “Good. I just came from Granny’s Attic and we’re all getting together out at the cottage tonight. You’ll drive out, won’t you?”

  “Well…”

  “Come on, Hannah. I don’t come home that often and it’s fun if we all get together. We’re having Chinese. Since you’re on a diet, Mother called in a whole order of vegetables for you. Lonnie’s picking up the food on his way out to the lake.”

  “You’re seeing Lonnie two nights in a row?”

  “Yes,” Michelle said, and her cheeks turned pink. “Our date got cut short last night with Freddy and all, and we’ve still got a lot of catching up to do.”

  Hannah decided not to say anything. As Delores might describe it when she was in her Regency-speak mode, Michelle had a telling blush.

  “It’s not serious, so don’t start worrying. It’s just that Raj and I are so different.”

  “Oh?”

  “He grew up in New York City and he doesn’t know anything about small-town life. When I called him last night, I told him about the potluck picnic and barbecue, and how everyone brings their best dish.”

  “And?” Hannah waited for the punch line.

  “He said he’d never been to a potluck picnic, but it sounded like a lot of work to him. And then he asked me why they didn’t just call someone in to cater the whole thing.”

  “Different cultures?”

  “And different incomes,” Michelle said with a sigh. “He told me his mother’s never set foot in their kitchen. They have a full-time cook.”

  “Imagine that,” Hannah commented, biding her time.

  “Raj thinks everything I tell him about Lake Eden is amusing. It’s almost like he thinks we’re all country bumpkins.”

  Hannah had the feeling that Raj wouldn’t be in the picture for much longer. “I guess we might seem that way to someone who was raised in a cosmopolitan city.”

  “I know, but his attitude burns me sometimes. He thinks he knows everything and I don’t know anything.” Michelle glanced down at her watch. “I’d better hit the road. I’m running out to CostMart. Do you need anything?”

  Hannah was about to say no when she remembered the down pillow. “Will you see if their goose-down pillows came in? Andrea tried to buy one for me, but they were sold out. She brought me a rain check for the sale price.”

  “Sure.” Michelle waited until Hannah had produced her rain check and handed it over. “I’m going to buy a new bathing suit. And before you ask, I’m getting a one-piece.”

  “A one-piece that doesn’t have strategic holes? And isn’t cut up to here?” Hannah pointed to a spot on the outside of her thigh that was almost as high as her waist.

  “Don’t worry. It’ll be modest enough to please even Mother. What time do you think you’ll be out at the cabin?”

  Hannah thought about her time schedule. There was no cookie dough to mix for tomorrow. They were closed for the Fourth and she was taking Saturday off to give them a three-day weekend. “Right after we close, I’ll run home to feed Moishe and then I’ll drive out. I should be there by six-thirty or seven.”

  “Okay. I’ll bring your pillow if they have them.”

  “Do you want me to give you some money?”

  “Mother gave me her credit card. I’ll use it and you can settle up with her later.”

  Michelle went out the front door and Hannah watched as a passing car slowed down so the driver could stare. The outfit her baby sister was wearing was what the older generation of women in Lake Eden would refer to as a husband-catcher. Hannah knew that Michelle wasn’t thinking of marriage at this point in her life, but the weatherman on KCOW radio was predicting cooler temperatures and rain for this evening. If Michelle wore her husband-catcher outfit tonight, what she’d catch would be a nasty summer cold.

  It was five-thirty, The Cookie Jar was closed, and Hannah was adding up the day’s receipts when Lisa came into the coffee shop. “I’m done, Hannah.”

  “Already?” Hannah was surprised. Lisa had made fast work of baking the cupcakes.

  “The only thing left is to store them in the cooler. Go take a look and tell me what you think.”

  Hannah headed
for the kitchen feeling slightly guilty. Their dessert for the town picnic and barbecue was all finished and all she’d done was dash to the Red Owl for a few items.

  “Oh, my!” Hannah gasped, as she stepped through the swinging door and caught sight of the trays of cupcakes that Lisa had made. Some were frosted with bright blue icing, others with bright red, and the rest with white. The cupcakes were standing on six of Hannah’s largest rectangular serving trays and each tray was arranged to resemble the American flag with alternating rows of red and white. The upper left-hand corner of each tray was a field of blue cupcakes and Lisa had even piped little white stars on the blue icing.

  As she approached the trays, Hannah realized that the cupcakes were in edible containers. Lisa had used ice cream cones instead of cupcake papers.

  “Well? What do you think?”

  Hannah turned to see Lisa grinning at her from the doorway. “They’re really wonderful!”

  “I didn’t know for sure if the cones would work, but I couldn’t see any reason why they wouldn’t.”

  “And you were right,” Hannah said, walking over to give her partner a hug. “They’re perfect for the Fourth, and every mother in town is going to thank you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because they won’t have to peel off the cupcake papers and wipe sticky fingers after dessert.”

  Lisa looked absolutely astounded for a moment and then she started to giggle. “You’re right. These cupcakes are perfect for the kids, but I didn’t even think of that when I made them.”

  “That isn’t why you baked them in the cones?”

  Lisa shook her head. “I did it because I looked in all the cupboards and I couldn’t find enough cupcake pans.”

  Chapter

  Twenty-Four

  “A re you sure you don’t want me to follow you home?” Norman looked concerned as he opened the screen door of the cottage for her. “It looks really nasty.”

  “I’ll be fine,” Hannah said, glancing up at the lightning that was zigzagging across the sky. The storm had rolled in across the lake during dinner and by the time Delores had opened the bag with the fortune cookies, Hannah had announced that she had to leave.