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Chapters (24)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Acknowledgements:
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Epilogue
  22. Don't miss the next Hannah Swensen Mystery...
  23. Christmas Caramel Murder Recipe Index
  24. Baking Conversion Chart

Hannah stared out of the passenger window at scenery she didn’t see. The image of Gil holding Bonnie’s body in his arms was too fresh in her mind.

“Are you all right, Hannah?” Michelle asked, as she pulled the cookie truck into Hannah’s parking space at the condo.

“I don’t know,” Hannah answered truthfully. “It’s like . . . too much for my mind to process. I can’t take it all in. It’s not right, Michelle. It never should have happened this way. Nothing’s right!”

“Mike said that you were in shock and you have to rest. You haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep since this whole thing started. You’re overloaded, overtired, and completely stressed. You need to stretch out on your bed and nap with Moishe until Mike gets here.”

“But I should call . . .”

“No one,” Michelle interrupted her. “You should call no one. You’re in no shape to talk right now. You’ve always taken care of me, and now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

“I . . . I’m not sure . . .” Hannah’s voice trailed off. Michelle was right. She was so terribly, terribly tired.

“Come on, Hannah,” Michelle walked around the back of the cookie truck and pulled open Hannah’s door. “Let’s go upstairs and see Moishe. That’ll make you feel better.”

“Not if I have to catch him,” Hannah said, eliciting a laugh from Michelle.

“I’ll catch him,” Michelle promised, leading the way up the covered outside staircase. “And I’ll unlock the door, too. I want you to go in, walk straight to the bedroom, and take a nap. If you do, I guarantee you’ll feel better by the time Mike comes to take your statement.”

“Yes,” Hannah said, and then she gave her sister a hug. “Thank you, Michelle.”

* * *

She could see him at the foot of her bed. Hannah stared at him for a moment and then she sat up. “Dad?”

“Yes, Honey-bear. It’s me. I’m back and I’m here to be the Ghost of Christmas Future.”

“There is no future for Bonnie.”

“I know. That’s unfortunate. But there is a future for you, Hannah. It’s a happy future, and I need to show it to you. And I need to show you something from Lisa’s future, too. Don’t tell her. It’s going to be a Christmas surprise.”

As Hannah watched, the movie screen materialized and images began to appear. The first image was of Lisa’s house as a sporty red car drove up to park in the driveway. It was an older model but beautifully restored with fresh paint and new tires. As she watched, Herb placed a huge red and green bow on top of the car, and Hannah knew that it must be a Christmas present. Then Herb walked to the front door of the house and went inside.