Back Blackberry Pie Murder
Chapters (36)
  1. Books by Joanne Fluke
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-one
  26. Chapter Twenty-two
  27. Chapter Twenty-three
  28. Chapter Twenty-four
  29. Chapter Twenty-five
  30. Chapter Twenty-six
  31. Chapter Twenty-seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-eight
  33. BLACKBERRY PIE MURDER RECIPE INDEX
  34. Baking Conversion Chart
  35. A Letter From Joanne Fluke
  36. Copyright Page

“And I was laughing so hard, I had to put my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t be heard in the coffee shop. We’ll have to check out the cabins anyway, if only to eliminate that possibility.”

“Okay. Maybe Mike can take care of that. Since he’s suspended, he doesn’t have anything else to do. He might even appreciate having something he can investigate. He said he wanted to do anything he could to help you. Why don’t you call him and ask? It’s only ten-thirty and he’s probably not in bed yet.”

“That’s a good idea,” Hannah agreed, reaching for the phone. She started to punch in Mike’s home number, but she stopped in mid-digit. If Mike was home, he always answered his land line. Did she really want to know if Mike was home in his own apartment? Or was it better if she didn’t know whether he was home, or not?

Hannah clicked the button to end the call and began to punch in a different number. She’d call Mike’s cell phone. If he was sleeping, he wouldn’t answer his cell phone. And if he was otherwise engaged, he wouldn’t answer it, either. The first option was fine. If Mike was sleeping, she wouldn’t want to disturb him. The second option was more problematic. If Mike was otherwise engaged, she didn’t want to know what he was doing and whether anyone else was involved in whatever it was. Calling his cell phone would tell her nothing about what Mike had decided to do when he’d left her condo. And since she wouldn’t know why he hadn’t answered his cell phone, it would preserve her own peace of mind.

“This is probably silly of me, but I have this feeling I just can’t shake,” Carly said as Michelle handed her a glass of iced tea.

“Before you start to tell us, would you like a Chocolate Hazelnut Crisp Cookie?” Michelle asked her.

“I’d love one, but you didn’t have to bake just for me.”

“They’re not just for you,” Michelle told her with a grin. “I’m going to have one, too. And so is Hannah. Right, Hannah?”

“Right. It’s a new cookie of yours, isn’t it, Michelle?”

“Yes. I made it with Nutella. I read the ingredients and it’s made from hazelnuts and cocoa.”

“I love Nutella!” Carly said. “When Florence first started carrying it at the Red Owl, Mom and I used to spread it on toast instead of butter and eat it for breakfast if we were in a hurry. I think cookies made out of Nutella would be really good.”