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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

The clerk examined the check and quickly wrote out a receipt. Then she handed Norman some papers, which he signed. “You’re all set, sir. Miss Swensen may leave the courthouse.”

My hero! Hannah thought, remembering the caption from a silent movie they’d seen only a few nights ago. The handsome hero had rescued the beautiful young woman that the villain had tied to the railroad tracks. She’d called him her hero as he’d untied her and lifted her into his arms. While it was true that she wasn’t a beautiful young woman and Norman wasn’t a handsome young man, he was still her hero.

The clerk stamped the papers and then she nodded at the officer in the other room. “Miss Swensen’s bail has been met. Once you read her the restrictions and she collects her personal items, she is free to go.”

“I’ll meet you out front,” Norman said, coming up to pat her shoulder. “Do you need help with your things?”

I can manage. Just keep the motor running for a quick getaway before the judge changes his mind, Hannah thought, but she didn’t say it. Instead she said only, “I can manage. Thank you, Norman.”

“You’ve got a nice boyfriend,” the officer said as she helped Hannah collect her things. There wasn’t much. The only things she’d brought with her were her purse and the blanket that Norman had given her. Everything else was still at the sheriff’s station, and Lonnie had promised to take it to Michelle and Lisa at The Cookie Jar.

It took only a minute or two to hear the restrictions of her bail. And then she was walking out the front door of the courthouse, free at last, and Howie was there to meet her.

“Lisa sent these for you,” he said, handing her one of the distinctive bags they used for takeout cookies at the shop. “She told me to tell you they were Fresh Blackberry Cookies.”

“Thanks,” Hannah said.

“Did you turn over your passport?” Howie asked.

“I don’t have a passport. Should I have a passport?”

“Not now. You couldn’t get one now. But don’t worry about it. You weren’t going anywhere anyway, were you?”

“No.”

“Then it doesn’t affect you one way or the other. They’ll notify me when they set a court date, but it won’t be for a while. You’re free, Hannah.”