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Chapters (41)
  1. Cover
  2. CREAM PUFF MURDER
  3. Books by Joanne Fluke
  4. CREAM PUFF MURDER
  5. Dedication
  6. Acknowledgments:
  7. Contents
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-One
  39. Index of Recipes
  40. Baking Conversion Chart
  41. Copyright

It didn’t take long to slip out of the loose pants they’d worn over their leotards. The leotards could double as bathing suits, and that was one of the reasons they’d bought them. Andrea stepped in first and gave a sigh of pleasure. “It’s perfect. Turn on the jets before you get in, will you, Hannah?”

Hannah turned on the jets and joined her sister in the tub. There was nothing quite as nice as sinking into a tub of swirling, bubbling, heated water when you were shivering with cold. “Heaven,” she declared, sinking down until only her head was above the surface of the water.

The two sisters sat there smiling for several minutes, thinking their own thoughts and luxuriating in the warmth. Then reality intruded in the form of Andrea’s cell phone.

“Uh-oh,” Andrea groaned, clambering out of the tub. “I have to get that. Bill said he’d call.”

Hannah leaned back against one of the molded backrests built into the tub and half-listened as Andrea talked to her husband. It was obvious that Andrea was pleased about something. She was using words like wonderful, and marvelous, and fantastic as she listened to Bill talk. When she came back to the hot tub, she was smiling from ear to ear. “Bill’s got an alibi, and he’s back on the case. Isn’t that great?”

“It certainly is!” Hannah was just as delighted as Andrea and every bit as relieved that her brother-in-law was in the clear.

“Bill’s been doing a little legwork, going back to all the places he went on the night Ronni was murdered,” Andrea explained. “Three different people gave him alibis at three different times. That means there’s no way Bill could have driven out to the mall, killed Ronni, and still been at those places at those times.”

“Good for him for tracking them down,” Hannah complimented her brother-in-law.

“Anyway, he’s coming home early, and he wants to take me out for dinner to celebrate. I told him I’d be home in thirty minutes, so I’d better go get dressed. I hope you don’t mind that I won’t be having dinner with you and Norman.”

“Of course not.” Hannah wasn’t at all disappointed. She liked her times alone with Norman.

“Are you going to leave now, too?”

“I’ll get dressed and see how I feel. I might do that final ten minutes on the cross-country ski machine.”

Hannah got out of the Jacuzzi, wrapped a towel around her shoulders, and followed Andrea to the dressing room.

The first thing Andrea did when they got there was to pull her cell phone from her purse and plug it into one of the wall sockets at the mirrored dressing table. “Don’t let me forget it,” she said to Hannah.

“You’re charging it while you dress?”