Lexy Baker Cozy Mystery Series Boxed Set Vol 2 (Books 5 - 7) (Lexy Baker Cozy Mysteries Boxed Sets)

by Leighann Dobbs

  Lexy and Deena hurried through making the whipped cream, a batch of blondies and some moon pies. By the time she left it was quarter to two. She rushed down the path to Nans and burst through the front door to find all four women of the Ladies Detective Club sitting around the table drinking tea.

  Nans peeked at her watch. “How nice of you to join us, I thought maybe you might not make it for our little excursion.”

  Lexy felt her face flush. “Sorry, I had to finish the baking. But you’ll be glad you didn’t leave without me because I have some interesting news.”

  Four sets of gray eyebrows shot up.

  “Do tell,” Ida said.

  “Last night, I went back to the dining hall to look in Dugasse’s office,” she started.

  “Alone?” Helen interrupted.

  Lexy felt a twinge. “Yes, I know it was a bit dangerous but I wanted to see if I could figure out what Brad was looking for.”

  “And did you?”

  “Not really, but I found something very interesting.”

  “What’s that?” Nans asked.

  “Sylvia Spicer and Prescott Charles,” Lexy said, proud of her late night discovery.

  “What about them?” Ruth asked.

  “They were there … in the middle of the night … in secret,” Lexy said. “It turns out Sylvia was having an affair, but it was with Charles—not Dugasse.”

  “Ohhhh.”

  “So, she didn’t kill him in a fit of passion?” Ida looked disappointed.

  “No,” Lexy said. “And they both have alibis that can be corroborated by other people.”

  “Well, darn. We sure are running out of suspects.” Helen went over to the white board and erased Sylvia’s name.

  “So what was Brad looking for in Dugasse’s office?” Nans asked.

  “I don’t know.” Lexy shrugged. “The only thing in there is recipes … so I was wondering if he could be looking for that famous chili recipe.”

  “Ha! Things are all starting to point to that chili contest. It usually comes down to money.” Ruth shook her head knowingly.

  “Maybe … or maybe not,” Lexy said. “I also found out something that might tie the bikers to Dugasse.”

  “Oh?”

  “My assistant told me that the teens hang out in the woods there behind the dining hall and one of her friends said she saw a man that fits the biker’s descriptions being let in the back door of the kitchen.”

  “By Dugasse?”

  “She didn’t say but it was in the middle of the night about the same time that Dugasse’s wife said he was missing from home.”

  Helen scrunched up her face. “Why would a biker be meeting Dugasse in the middle of the night?”

  “Maybe they were having an affair!” Ida wiggled her eyebrows, apparently delighted with the thought.

  Lexy scrunched her face together, the image of Dugasse and a burly biker having an affair in the kitchen made her queasy.

  “Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” Nans stood up and went over to the fridge. “Are you guys ready to go make some new friends?”

  “I guess so,” Lexy said, “but I’m curious … what is it that you think will get them to talk to us?”

  “Why, one of my famous mile high apple pies, of course,” Nans said, bending over and grabbing something out of the fridge. She turned around holding out a beautiful golden-crusted apple pie.

  “No man alive has ever been able to resist my apple pie, and I’m sure these biker gentlemen are no exception.”

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  Chapter 15

  They stopped by Lexy’s cottage and Nans got Sprinkles into her harness while Lexy changed clothes.

  “Do you have the bracelet that you found on the trail the other day?” Nans asked.

  “I think so.” Lexy looked around the room for the jeans she had been wearing that day. She found them in a pile on the chair and dug into the front pocket producing the bracelet.

  “Here it is.” She held it up and Nans reached out and took it.

  “You never know when this might come in handy,” Nans said, putting it in her pocket. Then she grabbed the pie off the table where she’d set it when they came in and led the way out the front door.

  The five of them walked the same path they had the other day. They each took turns holding the pie.

  “What, exactly are we hoping to learn from this excursion?” Ida asked and Lexy remembered she hadn’t been with them the other day.

  “Well, at the end of the path is the biker camp we told you about. In light of the bracelet Lexy found and what Deena told her, it seems pretty likely they are involved or they know something,” Nans said handing the pie to Ruth.

  “Are they dangerous?” Ida asked.

  Lexy chewed her bottom lip. “Well, they did have a knife and a gun … but they didn’t seem too keen to use it on us.”

  “But they also weren’t that happy to see us.” Ruth handed the pie to Helen.

  “Which is why I baked the pie, to sweeten them up,” Nans said.

  “Do you think they killed him?” Lexy asked.

  “I’m not sure what the motive would be,” Nans answered. “But he could have been having an affair with the biker that was visiting him and they had a falling out.”

  “I can’t picture any of those tough bikers being gay.” Helen handed the pie to Ida.

  “Maybe Dugasse was having an affair with one of the bikers’ girlfriends and they had it out over her?” Ruth offered.

  “Either way, the best thing to do is just make friends and then use our investigative skills to find out the truth,” Nans said taking the pie from Ida.

  They got to the clearing where the camp was and Lexy’s stomach twisted up in a knot.

  The same dog was on the porch and he lifted his head when he heard them approach. Lexy hesitated but Nans forged ahead, walking right up to the door and knocking. Lexy followed, watching as Sprinkles and the Boxer re-acquainted themselves.

  The door jerked open and Lexy’s heart surged into her throat. A large, bald man growled at them from the other side of the door. Inside Lexy could see five other bikers gathered around a table. She recognized the big guy with the gun from the other day. He came over to the door and peered out at them.

  “It’s those grandmas!” Another guy said from inside.

  The two guys stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind them.

  “What do you want?” The first guy eyed them suspiciously, then glanced over his shoulder at the closed door.

  Lexy’s heartbeat skittered. What was he hiding in there? She could smell something cooking in the air and wondered if they had a meth lab or some other illegal operation going on inside.

  “Did he send you?” The guy from the other day asked.

  “What? No, we told you no one sent us,” Nans replied.

  “So you aren’t in cahoots with that chef?”

  Cahoots?

  “What chef? Dugasse?” Ruth asked.

  The two guys looked at each other. “You know Dugasse?”

  Lexy’s heart flipped. “We did.”

  “And you’re not from the other chef?”

  “Noooo.” Nans drew the word out.

  One of the guys looked down at the dogs who were laying side by side watching the conversation.

  “Looks like our dogs get along like old friends,” he said.

  Nans shoved the pie up in their faces. “And we just want to be friends, too.”

  “Is that apple?” the biggest guy asked.

  Nans nodded and his eyes lit up. “That’s my favorite.”

  He glanced at the other guy. “Should we let them in?”

  The other guy shrugged. “Okay, but if we find out you are up to something you’ll be sorry.”

  He opened the door and they shuffled in. The bikers that were sitting around the table all stood up and a round of introductions ensued. They seemed like regular guys … except for the abundance of leather and tattoos. And the names li
ke Snake, Weasel and Rat.

  Lexy gave herself a mental warning not to get too comfortable around them—one of them might have killed Dugasse.

  The cabin was one large room with a counter and sink unit on one wall, a big picnic table in the middle, and an old sofa and mismatched chairs on the opposite side of the room. A fridge sat against a wall behind them and a stove was at the end of the counter. One of the guys was at the stove stirring the steaming pots with a wooden spoon.

  Nans went to the counter and set her pie down. “Do you guys want a piece? I’m famous for it you know,” she said proudly.

  Snake and Rat practically fell over themselves getting a knife for her. Nans cut the pie and Rat held out paper plates for her to dish the slices out on. He passed them around with plastic forks and the guys dug in.

  Snake rolled his eyes back in his head. “This is so good. Just like my Gam used to make.”

  “Thanks,” Nans said. “You know Lexy here is the baker at the resort. She makes the best desserts. I don’t recall ever seeing you guys eating there.”

  “Oh, this isn’t part of the resort,” Rat said as he crunched down on a piece of pie crust.

  “Oh, it’s not?” Nans screwed up her face. “That’s funny because I know at least one of you has been to the kitchen.”

  Everyone stopped chewing and stared at Nans. Lexy’s stomach dropped. Her muscles tensed.

  “What makes you say that?” Rat asked.

  “Well, someone saw one of you walk right down the path and go in through the back door late at night,” Nans answered.

  The seven guys all looked around at each other. Chairs creaked as they squirmed in their seats.

  Nans held up her hands. “Now don’t get all nervous. If one of you was having an affair with Dugasse we certainly won’t tell.”

  Snake shot up out of his seat. “What?!”

  Lexy’s heart leapt and she moved to get between him and Nans.

  “I’m not saying any of you killed him,” Nans continued, then reached in her pocket. “But we did find this bracelet right at the head of the trail not twenty feet from where he was killed.”

  “Now you look here old lady,” Weasel said advancing on Nans, the veins in his neck straining against his spider web tattoo.

  “Wait!” Rat jumped up from his chair and grabbed Weasel’s arm.

  Weasel shook off Rat’s arm. “We can’t let her say stuff like that about us.”

  “It’s okay,” Rat said holding up his hand. “That bracelet is mine.”

  “You were the one having an affair with Chef Dugasse?” Ida stared at Rat.

  Rat shook his head. “I wasn’t having an affair with Dugasse, but I did go there to meet him. Several times.”

  “But why?” Nans asked.

  “Because he was my father,” Rat looked down at the ground, his eyes moist. “He was teaching me to cook.”

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  Chapter 16

  “Dugasse was your father?” Lexy stared at Rat. “But I didn’t even know he had any kids.”

  “No one knew. We actually just found out a few months ago ourselves when my mother died. They weren’t married and she never told me who my father was until right before she passed. The funny thing is, I always wanted to be a chef …” Rat let his voice trail off, looking out the window toward the path that led to the dining hall.

  “A chef?” Ida sized him up.

  “Yeah, you don’t think bikers have regular jobs? Snake here is an accountant, Weasel’s an architect and Stone owns a coffee franchise,” he said waving his hand at the others as he talked about them.

  Lexy felt her eyes widen as she looked at the men—dirty, unshaven and loaded in leather and tattoos. She couldn’t imagine hiring an accountant named Snake or an architect named Weasel.

  “These aren’t our real names,” Snake said catching her incredulous look. “I’m Arty, and that’s Devon, James, Zander, Ricky and Rusty. The other names are just our biker nicknames.”

  “And we clean up real good,” Weasel said looking down at himself.

  “So you didn’t kill Dugasse?” Ruth said to Rat, aka Ricky.

  “No, of course not.”

  Ida let out a sigh of frustration. “Well if it wasn’t the wife, and it wasn’t Sylvia Spicer and it wasn’t one of you, then who the hell did kill him?”

  Rat rubbed his face with his hand. “That’s what I’d like to know.”

  “Did he have any enemies? Did he mention anyone he thought might want to harm him?” Nans asked.

  “Well, there was this one other chef that Dad said was threatening him. He wanted to buy Dad’s chili recipe for the Chili Battle and when Dad refused, he got pretty mad.”

  “Chef Marchesi?” Ruth asked.

  “Yes, that’s him!” Rat narrowed his eyes at her. “How do you know him?”

  “We don’t.” Ruth shook her head. “But we heard he was a rival for the chili contest and Payne mentioned him as a possible suspect.”

  “Is that who you thought sent us?” Lexy asked.

  “Yes. We knew he wanted to get his hands on the recipe and thought he might send someone to try and take it … but we thought it would be by force, not with pies.” Snake chuckled.

  “And you guys have the recipe?” Nans raised her brows.

  Rat nodded. “Dad and I were going to enter the chili contest together but now that he’s gone, I’ll enter it myself … in his honor.”

  “We’re cooking up a test run now.” Snake pointed to the stove. “Would you like a taste?”

  Nans went over to the stove, lifted one of the lids and stuck her nose in. “Oh, this smells good.”

  Snake and Weasel handed out bowls and everyone lined up at the stove where Rat proudly ladled out the chili.

  Lexy took her bowl over by the window and brought the spoon tentatively to her lips. It was good—sweet and with just enough of a spicy kick.

  “This is delicious,” Ida said.

  “Umm.” Helen, Ruth and Nans agreed.

  “I don’t get why this Marchesi guy would kill Rat’s dad over a chili recipe,” Snake said.

  “Well, everyone seems to think Dugasse’s chili would win the contest and winning that contest could be worth millions.” Nans slurped the rest of her chili.

  “Millions?” Rat’s eyebrows mashed together.

  “Yeah, your father didn’t tell you?”

  “No. He just seemed happy that we were working on something together,” Rat said looking even sadder than before.

  “The good news is that now you might be the one to win that contest,” Helen said.

  “And the millions,” Ruth added.

  “Unless Marchesi gets to you first,” Nans cautioned.

  “We can’t be certain he’s the killer,” Lexy said.

  “No, but he certainly had a motive,” Nans replied. “And right now he’s the best candidate we have. We just have to prove he did it.”

  “How can you do that?” Rat asked.

  Nans shrugged. “We’ve caught killers before. Usually we just snoop around and something always comes up. I don’t see why this would be any different.”

  Ida turned to Rat. “What time do you start setting up for the Chili Battle?”

  “We get our assigned spots tomorrow night and we can set up our tables and canopies then,” Rat said.

  “The next day, the contest grounds open at noon. We can start cooking then and the general public is allowed in around 4 pm,” Snake added.

  “Boy, it sure would be great to get in early and snoop around his tent,” Ruth said.

  Rat looked at her and snapped his fingers. “I know! You can meet us tomorrow night and we’ll get you in with V.I.P. visitor passes … if you want.”

  “Oh that would be perfect!” Nans put her chili bowl in the sink and started washing the dishes.

  “Oh, hey, you don’t have to do that … you’re a guest.” Snake took over the job of dish washing and Nans raised her brows at Lexy who shrugged.

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��I feel much better knowing you guys are helping find out who killed my dad,” Rat said. “I didn’t have a lot of confidence in that detective Payne.”

  “Neither do we, actually,” Nans replied.

  “So he knows about you then.” Lexy cut her eyes to Rat.

  “Yes, he was here the other day,” Rat said. “Weasel’s cousin is on the police force here but he didn’t know I was Dugasse’s son. I guess Payne figured that out on his own somehow.”

  Lexy raised a brow. Maybe Payne wasn’t as much of a bumbling idiot as he appeared to be.

  “Well, I guess we better get going.” Ida pushed herself up from the table where she’d found a seat in between Stone and Rusty.

  Lexy noticed the men exchanging a look and her muscles tensed. What was that about?

  Rat raised his eyebrows at Snake and Snake nodded.

  “Is something wrong?” Lexy ventured, her nerves on high alert.

  “No … we just …” Rat looked at the others. “Should we?”

  “Should you what?” Nans stood near the door, her hand on the knob.

  “Yeah, go ahead.” Snake and the others nodded at Rat.

  “Well, I was wondering if you ladies would like to go with us to biker bingo tonight … it’s a lot of fun, the biker camps from all around the lake go and tonight’s the big game where you can win the grand prize.”

  “Oh, that sounds like fun!” Nans raised her brows at the other ladies. “Do you want to go?”

  Ruth, Ida and Helen nodded. The women loved bingo and never passed up a chance to get in on a big game.

  “What’s the grand prize?” Ida asked.

  Snake’s eyes lit up. “A Harley.”

  “Count me in!” Ruth said. “I always wanted a Harley.”

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  Chapter 17

  Lexy didn’t go to biker bingo. Partly because she wanted to spend the time with Jack, but mostly because she didn’t want to have to explain to him how they’d befriended a gang of bikers. He’d been really understanding about her crime solving activities on this trip and she didn’t want to push her luck.