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  1. Outstanding praise for Joanne Fluke’s delectable Hannah Swensen mysteries!
  2. Books by Joanne Fluke
  3. CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE MURDER
  4. Joanne Fluke
  5. Contents
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chocolate Chip Crunch Cookies
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Regency Ginger Crisps
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Pecan Chews
  19. Chapter Eleven
  20. Chapter Twelve
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Black and Whites
  24. Chapter Fifteen
  25. Chapter Sixteen
  26. Chapter Seventeen
  27. Chapter Eighteen
  28. Chapter Nineteen
  29. Chocolate-Covered Cherry Delights
  30. Chapter Twenty
  31. Old-Fashioned Sugar Cookies
  32. Chapter Twenty-One
  33. Chapter Twenty-Two
  34. Chapter Twenty-Three
  35. Chapter Twenty-Four
  36. Chapter Twenty-Five
  37. Chapter Twenty-Six
  38. Epilogue
  39. Lovely Lemon Bar Cookies
  40. Index of Cookie Recipes
  41. Chapter One
  42. BROWN SUGAR DROPS
  43. Chapter Two
  44. Chapter Three
  45. MERRY BERRY COOKIES
  46. Chapter Four
  47. IBBY’S METAPHYSICAL ENGLISH TOFFEE
  48. Chapter Five
  49. BUTTER-SCOTCHIES
  50. Chapter Six
  51. CANDY CANE COOKIES
  52. CHOCOLATE PECAN ROLL
  53. Chapter Seven
  54. CHOCOLATE MINT SOFTIES
  55. Chapter Eight
  56. FUDGE-AROONS
  57. Chapter Nine
  58. Chapter Ten
  59. Chapter Eleven
  60. THREE-WAY FUDGE
  61. Index of Recipes
  62. Baking Conversion Chart

“There’s one other thing, Hannah.” Bill cleared his throat. “I hate to ask, but people tend to talk to you and you know almost everyone in town. Will you call me if you hear anything you think I should know?”

“Of course I will.”

“Thanks. Just keep your eyes and your ears open. If Ron’s killer is local, he’s bound to say or do something to give himself away. We just have to be smart enough to pick up on it.”

Hannah nodded. Then she noticed that Bill was eyeing the trays of Oatmeal Raisin Crisps with longing and she got up to fill a bag for him. “Don’t eat all these cookies in one sitting, Bill. You’re getting a roll around your waist.”

After Bill left, Hannah thought about what she’d said. Andrea was right. She had no tact. A tactful person wouldn’t have mentioned the roll around Bill’s waist. It wasn’t her place to criticize Andrea’s husband.

As she walked back through the swinging door and took her place behind the counter, Hannah realized that she’d committed an even more serious sisterly infraction. She’d just promised to help Bill solve a murder case that might end up putting Andrea right out of a job.

Chocolate Chip Crunch Cookies

Preheat oven to 375° F, rack in the middle position.

1 cup butter (2 sticks, melted)

1 cup white sugar

1 cup brown sugar

2 teaspoons baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

2 teaspoons vanilla

2 beaten eggs (you can beat them up with a fork)

2½ cups flour (not sifted)

2 cups crushed corn flakes (just crush them with you hands)

1 to 2 cup chocolate chips

Melt butter, add the sugars and stir. Add soda, salt, vanilla, and beaten eggs. Mix well. Then add flour and stir it in. Add crushed corn flakes and chocolate chips and mix it all thoroughly.

Form dough into walnut-sized balls with your fingers and place on a greased cookie sheet, 12 to a standard sheet. Press them down slightly with a floured or greased spatula.

Bake at 375 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes. Cool on cookie sheet for 2 minutes, then remove to a wire rack until they’re completely cool. (The rack is important—it makes them crisp.)

Yield: 6 to 8 dozen, depending on cookie size.

(These cookies have been Andrea’s favorites since high school.)

Hannah’s Note: If these cookies spread out too much in the oven, reduce temp. to 350° F. and do not flatten before baking.

Chapter Three

“That’s it, Lisa. I’m ready to roll.” Hannah shut the back of her Suburban and walked around to climb into the driver’s seat. “I should be back by four at the latest.”

Lisa nodded, handing Hannah a container of lemons that had been washed until any germs courageous enough to light on their surface had fled in terror. “Do you want to take some extra sugar in case there’s a run on the lemonade?”

“I’ll just borrow some from the school kitchen if I need it. Edna doesn’t leave until three-thirty.”