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
The surface was roiling and bubbling so furiously that visibility was limited. Hannah waited until the object resurfaced again, and when it did, she was puzzled. It looked like one of the red-and-black exercise outfits worn by the female instructors at Heavenly Bodies. Had one of them dropped her clothes in the Jacuzzi?
That didn’t make much sense, and the moment she realized it, Hannah felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up in exactly the same way Moishe’s did when he encountered something that frightened him. She braced herself and reached out to grab the material, intending to pull it out of the water to examine it more closely. But instead of grasping nothing but spandex, she felt something under the material, something firm, something muscled, something decidedly human.
“Uh-oh,” Hannah breathed, fighting the impulse to turn tail and run. The only thing that kept her feet rooted to the spot was the thought that Andrea could walk in at any moment. She had to find out who was wearing that red-and-black exercise outfit and spare Andrea from what could very well be a gruesome sight.
Taking a deep breath for courage, Hannah tugged until the solid mass turned from back to front. She took one look and swallowed hard as she stared down at blond hair, a perfect figure, and lifeless blue eyes with a deep indentation between them.
“Hannah?” Andrea called out from the doorway. “Are you going in the Jacuzzi?”
“No,” Hannah said, standing up quickly and blocking the sight as best she could. “Go out to the security station and tell whoever’s on duty to call Mike at the sheriff’s station.”
“But why?”
“Just do it, Andrea. And don’t come any closer.”
Andrea gasped. “Don’t tell me there’s someone…”
“Don’t think, just do it!” Hannah ordered, and she gave a relieved sigh when Andrea turned and ran down the hallway.
Even though she tried to keep her gaze on the tropical wallpaper, or the flowering plants, or the colorful tile that covered the floor, Hannah’s eyes were drawn to the sight she didn’t want Andrea to see. It was Ronni Ward, and she was quite dead. It seemed that someone else had wanted her out of the picture even more than they had!
Chapter Eleven
Lisa’s initial expression of shock turned to one of worry after Hannah finished telling her about finding Ronni’s body. “How awful for you!”
“Actually, it was more awful for Ronni.”
“I guess that’s true, but I don’t really care about Ronni. I care about you.” Lisa reached out to touch her arm. “You need some chocolate, Hannah. There’s a pan of Brownies Plus cooling on the kitchen counter. Go have one.”