Chapters (41)
- Cover
- CREAM PUFF MURDER
- Books by Joanne Fluke
- CREAM PUFF MURDER
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments:
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Index of Recipes
- Baking Conversion Chart
- Copyright
Andrea looked a little nervous. “I hope you don’t mind, but it was for your own good. I was really worried you’d fall asleep on the drive home. I hope you stayed over…unless he drove you home, of course.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I didn’t drive home alone last night.”
“So Norman took you home? Or you stayed with him?”
“Yes.”
Andrea stamped her foot so hard Hannah was almost afraid she’d poke a hole in the ceiling of Phil and Sue’s downstairs unit.
“Which! I want to know which!”
Hannah took pity on her sister. Andrea looked ready to fall on the floor and start beating her fists on the rug in frustration. “I stayed with Norman.”
“Oh. Well…good.” There was a moment of silence, and then Andrea spoke again. “I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me anything about it. I mean, where you slept and…and things like that?”
“No.”
“Oh, well.” Andrea sighed deeply. “I didn’t figure you would. So do you want to follow me out to the mall and finish our exercise routines for the day?”
“Sure. It beats mopping the floor and watching it dry.”
They parked right next to each other at the back door. Andrea got out of her Volvo first, and she was standing at the entrance with her hands on her hips when Hannah joined her.
“Well! If that doesn’t beat all!” she exclaimed, clearly frustrated. “My key doesn’t work, and the sign says they’re closed.”
Hannah stepped closer to read the sign. The outer door to Heavenly Bodies was closed, and the sign said they wouldn’t reopen until six o’clock tomorrow morning. “Does that mean we get to drive to Bertanelli’s for a pizza instead?” she asked, only half-joking.
“Not if you want to fit into your dress for Mother’s party. Let’s go in the mall and see what happened.”
There weren’t very many people shopping. The mall was practically deserted. When they approached the security station, they saw Frank sitting behind the desk at the front. “Hi, ladies,” he said.
“Hi, Frank.” Hannah took the lead. “We were hoping that you or Tad would be working. We’ve got a question.”
“Tad doesn’t come on until seven tonight, but I’d be happy to answer your question. Is it about Miss Ward’s murder?”
Andrea shook her head. “It’s about Heavenly Bodies. Do you know why it’s closed?”
“Sure do. They closed at noon because there was a problem with the thermostat. It’s fixed now. The industrial heating and air-conditioning guys just left.”
“Can we go in and do our exercises?” Andrea asked. “Hannah and I missed class this morning.”