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
“Yes, I did find her. And yes, she was in the Jacuzzi.” Hannah poured more coffee for a table of women who’d come in for the express purpose of getting more information from her. “I really can’t tell you any details. The sheriff’s department is investigating her death, and they should be circulating an official press release very soon.”
“Hannah?” Lisa motioned her over to the counter.
Hannah made her apologies to the table of ladies and hurried to her partner’s side. “What is it?”
“More cookies. We only have a dozen left, and that’s with the new prices.”
“New prices?”
Lisa nodded. “You told me to handle the financial end of things, and that’s what I’m doing. We’re going to make a good profit today.”
“That’s the only thing I ever felt like thanking Ronni for,” Hannah said, frowning slightly.
“I feel exactly the same way. Anyway…do we have any more cookies left in the freezer?”
“I don’t think so, but I’ll go look. If we don’t, do you want me to bake some?”
“Yes, if you can think of something quick.”
“How about some Boggles?”
“They should work, since the dough doesn’t have to chill.” Lisa glanced at the clock. “It’s almost time for the lull between lunch cookies and afternoon cookies, but I don’t think it’ll be much of a break today. Everybody’s coming in to see you. They’ll wait if I promise them fresh cookies and your firsthand account of finding Ronni.”
“But I can’t give them very much information. About all I can tell them is that she was dead in the hot tub.”
“You don’t have to give them details of the crime scene. Just tell them about your reaction when you found her.”
“My reaction?”
“You know. Say something like this…I was all ready to climb into the water when I realized that there was something in the Jacuzzi. But nobody else was there except Andrea, and she was still exercising. I had a really strange feeling, the kind you get when you think something is wrong. My heart was pounding like a trip hammer, and…”
“Hold it,” Hannah interrupted her. “What’s a trip hammer?”
“I don’t know, but that’s what they always say. Anyway…My heart was pounding like a trip hammer, and my palms were damp, but I just had to move closer. One step and then another, and I stared down into the bubbling water to see what it was.”
“That’s good,” Hannah said, giving her a smile. “What’s next?”