Blueberry Muffin Murder (8 page)

'So what am I supposed to do?' Hannah asked him.

'Go home, get some rest, and try to forget about this. The forensics guys are on their way and we'll take care of everything.'

Hannah's thoughts were so jumbled, it was difficult to think clearly. If she couldn't get into her kitchen, how could she bake the cookies she needed for the Winter Carnival? 'I know I have to wait until the forensic team is through, but I can get back I soon, can't I? I've got to bake cookies for this afternoon.'

'Sorry, Hannah.' Mike looked glum as he shook his head. 'I can't let anyone disturb the scene until the lab results are in.'

'How long does that take?'

'It depends. Our lab's not set up for DNA testing and we have to send it out. And depending on the results, our guys may have to come back in to collect more samples. I know it's an inconvenience, but I can't let you contaminate possible evidence.'

'Just a minute,' Norman said, stepping up to face Mike squarely. 'You didn't answer Hannah's question. How long could she be locked out?'

'It's not up to me, Norman. If I had my way, I'd let Hannah back in just as soon as we collect all the samples. Unfortunately, it's not up to me.'

'How long could she be locked out?' Norman repeated his question. 'At least give Hannah a ballpark figure. She's got to make plans.'

Mike sighed and turned to Hannah. 'Worst-case scenario, it could be as long as it takes us to catch the killer.'

'What happens if you don't catch the killer?' Hannah frowned at the man who had recently been the subject of her romantic fantasies.

'We will. I just spoke to Sheriff Grant and he's putting every available man on this. You have to be patient. It could take a while.'

Hannah's frown turned into a glare. 'But I don't have a while! If my shop is locked up for long, I'll go bankrupt.'

'Let's not borrow trouble.' Mike reached out to take her arm, but Hannah snatched it back out of his reach. 'I'm not the enemy here, Hannah. It's police procedure and there's nothing anyone can do about it.'

Hannah glared at him. 'Is it fair that I should lose my business because a killer committed murder in my pantry?'

'Of course it's not fait, but I have to follow procedure here.'

Hannah knew that Mike was a by-the-book cop. When it came to procedure, nothing would budge him. 'Could you bring out my muffins? They're on a shelf in the pantry in plastic containers, and I need to deliver them this morning.'

'Sorry. There could be prints on some of the containers.'

Hannah gave a resigned sigh. Her muffins would be history by the time the crime scene guys got around to lifting the prints. 'How about the cookie dough I mixed up last night?'

'That depends. Where is it?'

'In the cooler, and that's completely separate from the pantry. Since Connie Mac brought her own ingredients, there was no reason for her to go in there.'

'If we don't find any suspicious prints on the cooler door, I'll release your cookie dough. In the meantime, try to find an oven you can use temporarily.'

Once Mike had left to go back inside, Norman pulled Hannah close again. 'It's not the end of the world. All we have to do is have to do is find you another oven to use. Let's go to the clinic and I'll help you make some calls.'

'It won't be that easy.' Hannah was about to explain the difference between a home oven and a commercial oven when she saw another car pull into the alley. 'Oh-oh! There's Mother. She's convinced I'm on a perpetual safari for dead bodies just so I can embarrass her.'

Delores fishtailed to a stop when she noticed the sheriff's cruiser. She rolled down her window and called out to Hannah. 'Are you all right?'

'I'm fine, but Connie Mac's dead.'

With no regard for any other traffic that might come along, Delores left her car in the center of the alley and got out. When she arrived at Hannah's side, she was breathless. 'Did you say dead?'

'That's right,' Norman said, moving close to Hannah. 'Someone killed her last night while she was baking the Winter Carnival cake.'

'In my shop,' Hannah added. 'Now it's a crime scene and Bill and Mike are going to close it down.'

'That's terrible!' Delores gasped.

'Yes, Hannah said, not sure if her mother was referring to Connie Mac's demise, or the fact that The Cookie Jar would be closed.

'A murder scene right next door,' Delores moaned. 'Now no one will come to tour the Ezekiel Jordan House.'

Hannah glanced at Norman, who was having trouble keeping a straight face. Delores wasn't concerned that her daughter's business would be closed, or the fact that Connie Mac was dead. Her only worry was that people wouldn't come to see her historic re-creation. 'Relax, Mother. Most people are fascinated by murder scenes. Since they can't get into The Cookie Jar, they'll take your tour and peek through the windows.'

'Do you really think so?'

'Absolutely.'

'Maybe you're right. I went to a lot of work, you know, and everything is absolutely authentic for the . . . ' Delores stopped speaking and her eyes narrowed. 'Who found her?'

Hannah winced. It would come out sooner or later, and it might as well be now. 'I did.'

'Hannah! You've simply got to stop finding bodies. I swear you attract them like a magnet. If you're not careful, everyone's going to get the wrong impression of you.'

'That's unfair,' Norman objected. 'Hannah just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.'

'That's exactly what I thought . . . the first few times. But five? That's enough to make people wonder. If she's not careful, no decent person will want to associate with her.'

Norman gave Hannah's hand a squeeze and then he stepped up to Delores. 'I'm not afraid to associate with Hannah, and I certainly don't have the wrong impression of her.'

'Well . . . I'm glad to hear it.' Delores backed off slightly. 'You're a good man, Norman.'

'I try to be.'

Delores turned back to Hannah. 'Where did you find her?'

'In my pantry.'

'Don't' tell anyone. If people hear that she died in your pantry, they won't want to eat your cookies you'd better throw everything out and start fresh.'

Hannah didn't follow that logic at all, but she nodded. 'Yes, Mother. I'll do that just as soon as they let me back in.'

'Good. If you're sure you're all right, Hannah, I have to run. You have no idea how many last-minute things I have to do before we open to the public.'

'I'm fine, Mother. Go ahead.'

'I'd stay to lend moral support, but ' '

Norman held up his hand to interrupt her. 'Don't worry, Delores. I promise I'll take care of Hannah.'

'All right, then.'

Hannah watched as Delores turned and walked back to her car. Then she looked over at Norman. 'You'll take care of me?'

'Just a figure of speech. I figured she'd like that sort of thing.' Norman glanced up as another car turned into the alley. 'Is that Andrea?'

'Yes, and Tracey's with her. Bill must have called her to tell her what happened.'

Andrea pulled up and got out of her Volvo. The passenger door remained closed, and Hannah assumed that she'd told Tracey to stay in the car until she assessed the situation.

'Hannah! You poor thing!' Andrea rushed up to her. 'Bill told me all about it. Have they taken her away yet?'

'Not yet. Doc Knight's still in there.'

Andrea waved and the passenger door opened. A moment later, a small blond-haired bundle in a bright pink parka hurtled across the snow toward Hannah.

'Hi, Aunt Hannah.' Tracey gave her a hug. 'Mommy said you found another one, and now Grandma's going to be so-o-o mad at you.'

Hannah glanced down at Tracey's earnest face, and she had all she could do not to laugh. 'Oh, well. That's nothing new.'

'Grandma never gets mad at me. Why does she get mad at you, Aunt Hannah?'

'Because I'm all grown up and I'm supposed to be perfect. You're four years old and you're still allowed some mistakes.'

Tracey thought about that for a moment and then she nodded solemnly. 'We came to tell you that you can use our oven for your cookies. It's a really nice oven and Mommy's only used it once.'

'From the mouths of babes,' Hannah commented, glancing at Andrea who was having trouble keeping a straight face. Then she turned back to Tracey. 'That's really nice of you, honey, but I can't use your oven. I need to fin done that's a lot bigger.'

Tracey looked very disappointed. 'But I was going to help you and everything. I need to learn how. I heard Daddy ask Mommy why she never bakes cookies and she said it'll be a cold day in . . . '

'That's enough, Tracey,' Andrea warned, but Hannah could tell that she was more amused than angry. 'Give Aunt Hannah a kiss and then go back to the car. We need to talk about some grownup things.'

'I never get to listen when you talk about the good stuff,' Tracey said with a sigh. 'Grownups get to have all the fun.'

Norman turned to Tracey. 'I know something you can do for fun if your Mom says it's okay, I'll take you next door to see the house your grandma made.'

'Can I, Mommy?' Tracey asked, starting to smile again.

Andrea nodded. 'That's fine if Norman doesn't mind taking you.'

'Oh, good.' Tracey slipped her hand in Norman's. 'Let's go, Uncle Norman.'

'Uncle Norman?' Hannah asked when Tracey and Norman were out of earshot.

'Tracey wanted to know what she should call him, and I couldn't think of anything else.' Andrea looked a bit embarrassed. ' 'Doctor Rhodes' was just too formal, you know? Tell me what happened, Hannah. You know how Bill is when he calls me from the field. He never tells me any details.'

Hannah had just begun to tell the story again when the back door opened and Mike came out. He strode across the snow, greeted Andrea, and then he turned to Hannah. 'More bad news, I'm afraid.'

'What now?' Hannah snapped. She was in no mood to be charitable to the man who'd just closed down her business.

'You said that Janie Burkholtz was here with Connie Mac last night?'

'That's right. They were baking when Norman and I left.'

'Well, she's disappeared. I just called the inn, and no one's seen her since she left with Connie Mac yesterday afternoon. I sent one of the maids up to check her room, and all her luggage is gone.'

'Oh, no!' Andrea's face turned pale and she reached out to grab Hannah's arm. 'Connie Mac's killer must have kidnapped Janie!'

'Calm down, Andrea. A killer wouldn't stop at the inn on his way out of town to let Janie collect her belongings.'

Andrea thought about it for a second, and then she looked a bit sheepish. 'You're right. I didn't think about that. But . . . what happened to Janie?'

'We'll find her,' Mike promised. 'Our CIO pulled her picture from the DMV file and we put out an APB.'

Hannah swallowed hard. She'd been around Mike long enough to know that when he started to speak in initials, it was serious business. Connie Mac was dead, she'd been an impossibly nasty boss, and now Janie was missing. Hannah didn't think for a moment that Janie had killed Connie Mac and fled town, but she couldn't blame Mike for being suspicious. 'Is Janie a suspect?'

'I'm afraid so.'

Andrea's face was still pale, but her eyes were blazing. 'Janie didn't kill Connie Mac. That's impossible.'

'You could be right,' Mike backed off when he saw how upset Andrea was. 'Miss Burkholtz could have a perfectly innocent reason for leaving town, but we won't know what it is until we ask her.'

Andrea didn't look entirely pacified, and Hannah decided to change the subject. 'Come on, Andrea. I have to go out to the inn. You and Tracey can come along.'

'Hold it.' Mike reached out to grab her arm. 'Why are you going out there?'

'I have to find another place to bake and Sally's got a whole bank of commercial ovens in her kitchen.'

'You're not going out there for any other reason?'

'I have to bake somewhere,' Hannah said, putting on the most innocent expression she could muster 'You're not going to tell me I can't use Sally's ovens, are you?'

'No. As much as I'd like to, I can't legally keep you away from the inn. Just stay away from Mrs. MacIntyre's employees and don't talk to anyone connected with the case. That's a direct order, Hannah. If you interfere with our ongoing investigation, I'll charge you with obstruction.'

Several retorts occurred to Hannah, but she was wise enough to voice none of them. She simply turned to her sister and said, 'Come on, Andrea. We've taken up enough of Mike's time.'

Five minutes later, they were zipping through town in Hannah's cookie truck, heading fro the house that Lisa shared with her father. It was a slight detour, but Hannah wanted to tell her partner what had happened before she heard it from someone else.

'Hannah?' Andrea asked, glancing in the back to make sure that Tracey was engrossed in one of the books she'd brought along for the ride.

'Hmm?'

'Are Sally's ovens the only reason we're going out to the inn?'

'That's what I said.'

Andrea looked disappointed. 'You mean you're just going to let Mike tell you what to do?'

'He's an officer of the law, Andrea. He has the right to tell me what to do.'

'But you're not going to listen, are you?'

'Let's see. . . one of our oldest friends has been accused of murder, I'll have to scrub for hours to get the bloodstains out of my pantry floor, Mother's still made at me for finding another body, and Mike just shut down my business. What do you think?'

Andrea gave a big smile of approval. 'That's just what I thought. I'll help.'

Lisa opened the door of her father's house, and she smiled as she saw Hannah, Andrea, and Tracey standing on the front step. 'What a nice surprise! Come on in out of the cold. I've got coffee and cinnamon-apple coffee cake in the kitchen.'

As they followed Lisa to the cheery yellow kitchen in the rear of the house, Hannah silently blessed her for not asking what they were doing at her front door at seven in the morning.

Lisa's father, Jack Herman, was seated at the table, finishing a slice of Lisa's coffee cake. When he spotted them, he held out his hand and gave a big welcoming smile. 'Hello there, friends. Did you come for a piece of Lisa's cake?'