by Joanne Fluke
“I wish I hadn’t killed him. I wasn’t going to, you know. I just wanted him to tell me what happened. But then he said something about Gene that made me see red. And the next thing I knew, he was dead.”
“You snapped. That’s temporary insanity, and it’s your defense. Put the syringe down and let me call the best lawyer in town for you.”
“I can’t go to jail. It’ll kill me. I couldn’t stand to be locked up! My way’s better. I’ll get out of here and no one will ever find me.”
“Listen to me,” Hannah said, but she could tell it wouldn’t work. Ben’s eyes had turned hard and cold again, and he took another step closer.
“Noooo!” Hannah shouted. She tried to back up, but there was nowhere to go. She was up against the stationery autopsy table. Ben had her cornered. “Somebody! Help me!”
“What are you doing, Doctor Ben?”
Both Hannah and Ben turned toward the door. Freddy Sawyer was there, and he was pushing a gurney into the room.
“Get out of here, Freddy!” Ben ordered.
“No, Freddy. Don’t go!” Hannah contradicted him. “Doctor Ben is trying to hurt me.”
Freddy looked at Ben with a puzzled expression. “You can’t hurt people, Doctor Ben. Doctors are supposed to help people.”
“I am helping her, Freddy. She’s sick and I’m going to give her some medicine.”
“I’m not sick,” Hannah insisted.
“Isn’t that silly, Freddy? Hannah’s afraid to get an injection. I’m a doctor. All I want to do is help her.”
“He’s lying to you, Freddy. He’s going to hurt me. Doctor Ben is just like your cousin Jed.”
“Jed?!” Freddy began to frown. “I remember Jed. He was bad!”
“Get out of here, Freddy! I’m a doctor. You have to obey the doctor’s orders. Now leave or I’ll make sure Doc fires you!”
“I won’t leave. Not if you’re going to hurt Hannah. She said you’re like Jed. And Hannah doesn’t lie.”
Ben took another step toward Hannah, and that was when Freddy went into action. He shoved the gurney forward with such force, it knocked Ben right off his feet, and he landed hard on the tile floor. At the same time, the syringe went flying, Hannah ducked, and it landed next to Ben’s unconscious body.
For a moment, Hannah was too shocked to react, but she quickly recovered. “Help me get him on the gurney, Freddy. We have to strap him down before he wakes up.”
“I can do it,” Freddy said, picking Ben up like a sack of potatoes and dumping him on the gurney. “Doctor Marlene taught me how. She said I was the best gurney strapper she’d ever seen.”
Hannah watched, fascinated, as Freddy secured a maze of straps around Ben’s arms and legs. “You have to do this so they won’t hurt themselves,” he explained.
“Exactly right,” Hannah told him, and then she gave him a little hug. “And now Doctor Ben can’t hurt me either. Marlene is right. You’re the best gurney strapper I’ve ever seen.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
It was Friday morning and it seemed that spring was finally here. It was a balmy forty-nine degrees outside, and Hannah felt like opening the back door to let in the air, but she had six pans of Angel Kisses cooling on the baker’s rack, and it was important to keep meringue cookies out of drafts until they were completely cool.
A lot had happened since her chase down the hospital corridors. Ben Matson was in jail awaiting trial, but his defense lawyer was hopeful. Just as Hannah had thought, his lawyer would claim temporary insanity. The police lab had tested the syringe he’d attempted to use on Hannah, and they’d discovered that it contained a powerful sedative, enough to knock her out for three or four hours, but not enough to kill her. All Ben had intended to do was to give himself time to get away.
The button Hannah had pressed on the side of the autopsy table had indeed activated the microphone and the video camera. Ben’s confession that he’d killed the man they now knew was Chaz Peyton had recorded in sound and full color. The only unanswered question was whether the dentist that Gene and Chaz had both dated was Doctor Bev Thorndike.
“Your mother and Doc are coming over,” Lisa said, coming through the swinging door into the kitchen. “They got the DNA test results.”
“So soon?”
“Your mother said Doc’s friend at the lab walked it through personally. She also said that paternity tests don’t take as long as some other DNA tests.”
“Okay.”
“You’ll tell me, won’t you?”
Lisa sounded a bit worried, so Hannah smiled to reassure her. “Of course I will!”
“Good. I really hope Norman’s in the clear.”
So do I, Hannah thought, but she didn’t say it. Lisa already knew how she felt.
Hannah had just poured coffee and set out a plate of her newest creation, Chocolate Caramel Pecan Bars, when there was a knock on the back door. Delores and Doc had arrived.
“Coffee?” Hannah asked, ushering them in.
“Always,” Delores responded, smiling at Hannah.
Doc nodded. “Thanks, Hannah. I could use a cup.”
“Good, because I already poured it.” Hannah gestured toward the coffee mugs and cookies on the stainless steel work island. “Pull up a stool. And please ... give me some good news.”
“Relax, dear,” Delores told her, but there was no way Hannah could relax until they told her everything.
“It’s a little complicated,” Doc told her, “but Rye expained it to me.”
“Rye is your friend at the lab?”
“Yes. Tom Ryan. He was my roommate in med school.”
“Then he’s a doctor?”
“Yes, but he doesn’t have a practice. He discovered he really didn’t like dealing with patients that much, so he went into research. Rye had his technicians run a basic paternity test with the samples we provided. There are more complicated tests, but I told him we needed a quick answer.”
“Doc told him it was a matter of wife and death,” Delores said, smiling at Doc.
“I did say that. Rye always liked a good joke.”
“That’s clever,” Hannah said, even though she wished that Doc would get to the point.
“When we took in the samples, Rye was very pleased. He said he had plenty to work with.”
“Andrea gets the credit for that,” Hannah said, remembering all the samples that they’d turned over to Doc.
“Well, she did a good job. They used the mother’s sample, the child’s sample, and the potential father’s sample.”
Delores nodded. “Rye said that when they do paternity tests, they divide the potential fathers’ samples into two categories, inclusions and exclusions.”
“That’s right,” Doc took over. “The first test they ran doesn’t legally prove that a candidate is the father. But it can prove that a candidate is not the father.”
Hannah crossed the fingers on both hands for luck. “How did Norman’s sample turn out?”
“Norman couldn’t possibly be the father.”
“Norman’s an exclusion?” Hannah asked. She needed to make dead certain she’d understood.
“That’s right,” Doc confirmed it. “Norman is not Diana’s father.”
A giant weight slipped off Hannah’s shoulders and fluttered away on a breeze of relief. Doctor Bev had been lying about everything, including the identity of Diana’s father!
“Tell her about the mistake,” Delores said, nudging Doc.
“Remember that DNA sample I took from the man we thought was Buddy Neiman?” Doc waited until Hannah had nodded, and then he continued. “The lab tech thought he was supposed to run the first paternity test on Buddy’s sample, too. So he did, and it turned out that Buddy was an inclusion .”
“Let me tell her!” Delores said, practically jumping up and down on her stool.
“Go ahead, Lori,” Doc said indulgently.
“Oh, Hannah! It’s just like Doc said! The lab tech ran the second paternity test on Buddy
’s sample. And it’s ninety-nine point nine percent positive that he was Diana’s father!”
Hannah paced the floor of the kitchen. She started at the back door, made a path from the industrial oven to the crate where Sammy lay on his velvet dog bed. He was chewing on the ear of a teddy bear squeaky toy and Hannah paused to squeak it for him. Then she executed a smart, military-style turn on her heel, and made the return trip to the back door again. She was sure she’d logged at least a mile since she’d called Norman and asked him if he’d please meet her in the kitchen at The Cookie Jar.
As she turned and headed toward Sammy’s crate again, she glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes had passed, and Norman should be there any second. She wished she knew exactly what to say to him, but she didn’t. And time was running out.
They’d left it all up to her. Carrie, Earl, Andrea, Michelle, Delores, Doc, Lisa, Herb, and even Mike had decided not to say a word about the DNA samples they’d collected for the tests the lab had run. They’d all agreed that Hannah should be the one to tell Norman whatever she wanted him to know. The ball was in her court, the bow was drawn back with the arrow in place, and the die was cast. Everything was up to Hannah, and she still wasn’t sure how much or how little she should tell Norman.
Sammy gave a little woof and Hannah reached down to pet him. The door to the crate was open, but he seemed perfectly content to stay inside. Perhaps he thought that she might trip over him in her pacing.
There was a knock on the back door, and Hannah rushed to open it. Norman was standing there and he looked very serious.
“Come on in, Norman,” Hannah said. “I’ve got fresh coffee.”
“Great.” Norman hung his jacket on the hooks by the back door and took a stool at the stainless steel work island. “I’m glad you called me, Hannah. I was just about to pick up the phone and call you.”
“Oh?” Hannah delivered his coffee, and then she sat down on the stool across from Norman. He looked so serious, she felt a little weak in the knees.
“This is serious, Hannah,” he said.
I can see that, her mind said, but her mouth was so dry that all she could do was nod.
“I’m not Diana’s father.”
Uh-oh! her mind flashed a warning. Had Norman found out about the paternity tests they’d run? Was he about to tell her he’d never forgive her for interfering in his life?
“Did you hear me, Hannah?”
“Oh, yes,” Hannah said in a voice that trembled slightly. “How did you find out?”
“I had the lab run a paternity test, and I got the results in the mail yesterday. With my DNA, I couldn’t possibly be Diana’s father.”
“You ...” Hannah stopped and swallowed hard. She took a deep breath and started again. “You sent in a sample and they ran a paternity test?”
“Of course I did. You didn’t think I’d simply accept Bev’s word for it, did you?”
“I ... I didn’t know.”
“Well, you should have known. Give me a little credit, Hannah. I wasn’t born yesterday. I thought it was odd that she waited that long to tell me about Diana, and I decided I’d rather be safe than sorry. As it turned out, I would have been sorry. Very sorry.” Norman stopped and reached out for Hannah’s hand. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m okay.” Hannah took another deep breath. “Did you tell her yet?”
“I drove to Minneapolis and told her last night. Of course I had to find her first. She wasn’t at her mother’s house, and Diana wasn’t sick. She lied to me about that, too.”
“Did she tell you who Diana’s father really was?”
“No, and I didn’t ask. That doesn’t really matter.”
Hannah made a snap decision. There was no reason to give Norman the name of Diana’s father. “It doesn’t matter to you?”
“No. What matters is that Bev lied to me, and she tried to trick me into marrying her.”
“Then ... you’re not getting married tomorrow?” Hannah asked, just to make sure.
“That’s right. I’m not getting married tomorrow. I haven’t told anyone else, Hannah. I wanted to tell you first.” Norman reached out and captured her other hand. “I love you, Hannah. I always will. We were so good together before all this happened. Do you think that with a little time ... we can get back to being us again?”
Hannah wasn’t sure she could speak past the lump in her throat, but she knew she had to try. “We never stopped being us,” she told him. “Even when you were with her, I never stopped believing in us.”
They sat there, hands clasped, for a long moment, just breathing the same air and being together. And then Norman gave a deep sigh.
“I’d better get over to Granny’s Attic,” he said. “I have to ask Mother and Delores to activate the gossip hotline.”
“Why?”
“I want them to tell everyone in town that the wedding’s canceled. I don’t have the list of addresses Bev used when she sent out the invitations, and I know it’s impossible to contact everyone. So I’m going to go down to the community center tomorrow to tell anybody who shows up that there won’t be a wedding.”
“But can’t you just put a notice on the door?”
“No. I have to be there. It’s the right thing to do, Hannah. If people show up, they’re going to want to know what happened.”
“And you’re going to tell them?”
“Not all of it. They don’t need to know the details. I’ll just say that we decided to call off the wedding, and that Bev left Lake Eden and she won’t be back.”
Hannah wasn’t sure what to say. As far as she was concerned, Norman was the bravest man she knew. Most people who found themselves in a similar situation would put a sign on the door, and hide at home with the curtains drawn. “You’re not going down there alone, are you?” she asked.
“Yes. I cancelled the wedding, and it’s my responsibility.”
Hannah thought about that for a moment. Norman had a point, but greeting people at your own canceled wedding would be the height of humiliation. “You’re not going to go down there alone,” she said, making another snap decision. “I’m going with you.”
“But you don’t have to. Really, Hannah. I’d love it if you came with me, but I can handle it alone.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Why not?”
Hannah gave him a little smile. Things were getting back to normal again. “You don’t know your way around the community center kitchen. And somebody’s got to put on the coffee.”
CHOCOLATE CARAMEL PECAN BARS
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position.
4 one-ounce squares semi-sweet baking chocolate (or the equivalent – ¾ cup regular chocolate chips will do fine.)
¾ cup butter (1 and ½ sticks, 6 ounces)
1 and ½ cups white (granulated) sugar
cup (2 Tablespoons) caramel ice cream topping
3 beaten eggs (just whip them up in a glass with a fork)
¼ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 and ½ cups flour (pack it down in the cup when you measure it)
1 and ½ cups chocolate chips (that’s ¾ of a 12- ounce package—I used Ghirardelli)
1 and ½ cups pecans
Prepare a 9-inch by 13-inch cake pan by lining it with a piece of heavy-duty foil large enough to flap over the sides. Spray the foil-lined pan with Pam or another nonstick cooking spray.
Microwave the chocolate squares and butter in a microwave-safe mixing bowl for one minute. Stir. (Since chocolate frequently maintains its shape even when melted, you have to stir to make sure.) If it’s not melted, microwave for an additional 20 seconds and stir again. Repeat if necessary.
Place the sugar in a mixing bowl. Stir in the chocolate and butter mixture, and continue stirring until it’s well combined.
Hannah’s 1st Note: The caramel ice cream topping comes next. It will stick to your measuring cup unless you first spray the inside of the cup with Pam
or another nonstick cooking spray.
Add the caramel ice cream topping to your bowl and mix it in thoroughly.
Feel the bowl. If it’s not so hot it’ll cook the eggs, add them now, stirring thoroughly.
Mix in the salt and the vanilla extract.
Mix in the flour, ½ cup at a time, stirring just until it’s moistened.
Hannah’s 2nd Note: These are a form of brownies, and you don’t want to stir the batter any more than necessary.
Put the chocolate chips and the pecans in the bowl of a food processor. Using an on and off motion, chop them together with the steel blade. (If you don’t have a food processor, you don’t have to buy one just for this recipe – simply chop everything up as well as you can with a sharp knife.)
Mix in the ingredients you just chopped, give one final stir, and spread the batter out in the pan you prepared earlier.
Bake the Chocolate Caramel Pecan Bars at 350 degrees F. for 30 minutes.
Cool your yummy creation in the pan on a metal rack. When the bar cookies are cool, slip them into the refrigerator at least an hour for ease in cutting.
When you’re ready to serve them, lift the chilled cookie bars out of the pan, using the “ears” of foil you left at the sides. Place them face-down on a cutting board, peel the foil off the back, and cut them into brownie-sized pieces.
Place the squares on a plate and dust them lightly with powdered sugar. Everyone will think you’re a genius when they taste them.
Baking Conversion Chart
These conversions are approximate, but they’ll work just fine for Hannah Swensen’s recipes.
VOLUME:
U.S. Metric
½ teaspoon 2 milliliters
