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Brownies and Broomsticks: A Magical Bakery Mystery

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A NOT-SO-SWEET SURPRISE

 

A gawker knot had formed around the dark green Cadillac parked a few spaces down the block. The milling crowd parted briefly to reveal Mavis Templeton sitting behind the wheel.

Her hair was perfect and her red lipstick flawless. But her head lay against the seat back at a strange angle, and those snapping hawk’s eyes no longer glittered.

It seemed pretty obvious that they never would again.

I raised a trembling hand to cover my mouth. She’d been shaking her finger at us only minutes before, and now she was…dead?

“Where’s Ben?” The voice startled me, and I spun around to find that Steve Dawes had approached from my other side.

“Um—um—he went out back,” I stuttered. “What happened?”

He grimaced, then leaned closer. “Someone broke her neck.” The way he said it sounded almost like an apology.

“On purpose?” I asked without thinking.

Dawes nodded. “Most definitely on purpose.”

We heard the sirens first, and then saw the flashing lights.

I craned my neck, searching the throng.

“I doubt the murderer is still here,” he said.

Murderer
. There was the word I’d been avoiding…

 Brownies
and
Broomsticks
A Magical Bakery Mystery

Bailey Cates

AN OBSIDIAN MYSTERY

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

   The recipes contained in this book are to be followed exactly as written. The publisher is not responsible for your specific health or allergy needs that may require medical supervision. The publisher is not responsible for any adverse reactions to the recipes contained in this book.

   The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party Web sites or their content.

If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.”

ALWAYS LEARNING

PEARSON

Acknowledgments

Many thanks to my agent, Kim Lionetti, and to the terrific folks at Penguin/NAL: Jessica Wade, Jesse Feldman, Kathleen Cook, Kayleigh Clark, and all the others whose talent and hard work helped this book come into being. Tarot expert Barbara Moore graciously allowed me to pick her brain and offered advice. Todd Bryan provided excellent information about firefighters and their jobs. The helpful staff at the Savannah Chamber of Commerce and the Planters Inn cheerfully answered my questions, and as always, my writing buddies, Bob and Mark, kept me on my toes.

And a special thanks to Kevin, who has the patience of Job when I’m on deadline.

 Brownies
and
Broomsticks
Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Recipes

About the Author

Chapter 1

This was a grand adventure, I told myself. The ideal situation at the ideal time. It was also one of the scariest things I’d ever done.

So when I rounded the corner to find my aunt and uncle’s baby blue Thunderbird convertible snugged up to the curb in front of my new home, I was both surprised and relieved.

Aunt Lucy knelt beside the porch steps, trowel in hand, patting the soil around a plant. She looked up and waved a gloved hand when I pulled into the driveway of the compact brick house, which had once been the carriage house of a larger home. I opened the door and stepped into the humid April heat.

“Katie’s here—right on time!” Lucy called over her shoulder and hurried across the lawn to throw her arms around me. The aroma of patchouli drifted from her hair as I returned her hug.

“How did you know I’d get in today?” I leaned my tush against the hood of my Volkswagen Beetle, then pushed away when the hot metal seared my skin
through my denim shorts. “I wasn’t planning to leave Akron until tomorrow.”

I’d decided to leave early so I’d have a couple of extra days to acclimate. Savannah, Georgia, was about as different from Ohio as you could get. During my brief visits I’d fallen in love with the elaborate beauty of the city, the excesses of her past—and present—and the food. Everything from high-end cuisine to traditional Low Country dishes.

“Oh, honey, of course you’d start early,” Lucy said. “We knew you’d want to get here as soon as possible. Let’s get you inside the house and pour something cool into you. We brought supper over, too—crab cakes, barbecued beans with rice, and some nice peppery coleslaw.”

I sighed in anticipation. Did I mention the food?

Her luxurious mop of gray-streaked blond hair swung over her shoulder as she turned toward the house. “How was the drive?”

“Long.” I inhaled the warm air. “But pleasant enough. The Bug was a real trouper, pulling that little trailer all that way. I had plenty of time to think.” Especially as I drove through the miles and miles of South Carolina marshland. That was when the enormity of my decisions during the past two months had really begun to weigh on me.

She whirled around to examine my face. “Well, you don’t look any the worse for wear, so you must have been thinking happy thoughts.”

“Mostly,” I said and left it at that.

My mother’s sister exuded good cheer, always on the lookout for a silver lining and the best in others. A
bit of a hippie, Lucy had slid seamlessly into the New Age movement twenty years before. Only a few lines augmented the corners of her blue eyes. Her brown hemp skirt and light cotton blouse hung gracefully on her short but very slim frame. She was a laid-back natural beauty rather than a Southern belle. Then again, Aunt Lucy had grown up in Dayton.

“Come on in here, you two,” Uncle Ben called from the shadows of the front porch.

A magnolia tree shaded that corner of the house, and copper-colored azaleas marched along the iron railing in a riot of blooms. A dozen iridescent dragonflies glided through air that smelled heavy and green. Lucy smiled when one of them zoomed over and landed on my wrist. I lifted my hand, admiring the shiny blue-green wings, and it launched back into the air to join its friends.

I waved to my uncle. “Let me grab a few things.”

Reaching into the backseat, I retrieved my sleeping bag and oversized tote. When I stepped back and pushed the door shut with my foot, I saw a little black dog gazing up at me from the pavement.

“Well, hello,” I said. “Where did you come from?”

He grinned a doggy grin and wagged his tail.

“You’d better get on home now.”

More grinning. More wagging.

“He looks like some kind of terrier. I don’t see a collar,” I said to Lucy. “But he seems well cared for. Must live close by.”

She looked down at the little dog and cocked her head. “I wonder.”

And then, as if he had heard a whistle, he ran off. Lucy shrugged and moved toward the house.

By the steps, I paused to examine the rosemary topiary Lucy had been planting when I arrived. The resinous herb had been trained into the shape of a star. “Very pretty. I might move it around to the herb garden I’m planning in back.”

“Oh, no, dear. I’m sure you’ll want to leave it right where it is. A rosemary plant by the front door is … traditional.”

I frowned. Maybe it was a Southern thing.

Lucy breezed by me and into the house. On the porch, my uncle’s smiling brown eyes lit up behind rimless glasses. He grabbed me for a quick hug. His soft ginger beard, grown since he’d retired from his job as Savannah’s fire chief, tickled my neck.

He took the sleeping bag from me and gestured me inside. “Looks like you’re planning on a poor night’s sleep.”

Shrugging, I crossed the threshold. “It’ll have to do until I get a bed.” Explaining that I typically slept only one hour a night would only make me sound like a freak of nature.

I’d given away everything I owned except for clothes, my favorite cooking gear and a few things of sentimental value. So now I had a beautiful little house with next to no furniture in it—only the two matching armoires I’d scored at an estate sale. But that was part of this grand undertaking. The future felt clean and hopeful. A life waiting to be built again from the ground up.

We followed Lucy through the living room and into the kitchen on the left. The savory aroma of golden crab cakes and spicy beans and rice that rose from the take-out bag on the counter hit me like a cartoon anvil. My
aunt and uncle had timed things just right, especially considering they’d only guessed at my arrival. But Lucy had always been good at guessing that kind of thing. So had I, for that matter. Maybe it was a family trait.

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