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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

“They were both here a couple of minutes ago. Coach Watson said that he just got back from a basketball clinic. He was gone for three days.”

Hannah’s mind was spinning as she set off to find Andrea. Coach Watson had been gone and Danielle had been with Ron, early this morning. Hannah didn’t want to believe that Ron was the type to have an affair with another man’s wife, but that was the obvious conclusion.

Andrea was talking to Mrs. Rhodes, but she excused herself when she saw Hannah. “What happened to you? You look fantastic!”

“Thanks, Andrea. Do you have a minute?”

“Of course I do.” Andrea led the way over to a less populated corner of the room. “Why are you wearing makeup?”

“Luanne Hanks gave me a makeover and I didn’t have time to wash it off. That’s why I needed to talk to you. When I was out at Luanne’s, I noticed that her daughter doesn’t have many things. I was just wondering if you had any of Tracey’s old furniture and toys that you could give her.”

“Of course I do. I saved every single thing she outgrew. I’d give it all to Luanne in a heartbeat, but I know how she is about taking charity.”

“No problem. I told her that you were hauling some of Tracey’s things to the dump and I asked her if she’d mind if you dropped them off her at house instead.”

“And she agreed?”

“Only after I said that you didn’t have time to go through the boxes and it was a real shame that all that nice stuff would be rotting out at the dump. She’s going to pull out what she can use and take the rest to the thrift shop.”

“Good job, Hannah!” Andrea reached out to pat her on the back. “I didn’t think you had a devious bone in your body, but I guess you must have learned something from Mother.”

Hannah spotted Danielle Watson from across the room. She was a part of a group that contained her husband, Marge Beeseman, Father Coultas, Bonnie Surma and Al Percy. Danielle was wearing an ice blue dress, and her light blond hair was arranged in a fashionable twist at the nape of her neck. Several feathery curls hung down near her cheeks to make her hairstyle less severe and her lips were colored with the lipstick that Hannah now recognized as Pretty Girl’s Pink Passion.

Hannah moved forward and joined the fringes of the group. The topic of conversation was Ron LaSalle and that didn’t surprise her. Ron’s murder was the biggest news to hit Lake Eden since little Tommy Bensen had released the brake on his mother’s Ford Escort and crashed through the plate glass window of the First Mercantile Bank.

“My Herbie says he was shot clean through the heart,” Mrs. Beeseman offered her tidbit of gossip. “Now Max is going to have to reupholster the truck because there was blood all over the place.”