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BOOK: Blueberry Cream Cupcake & Murder (A Dana Sweet Cozy Mystery Book 2)
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“Do you think it’s possible that the jilted ex had anything to do with it?”

Uncle Merv sighed heavily and looked at her with sadness in his eyes.

“I know this is a bit much to ask, pumpkin and you probably want to get things going with the Cozy Cupcakes Café and all, and that online Fox Magazine of yours, but…well, since you’re good at solving puzzles, I thought you’d like to help me out here. You know, Max might have been a player but he was the only one to look after my sis.”

“I know, Uncle.”

“And if she stays in that nursing home, she’s a goner. You know how much she doesn’t like to be in institutions. I can’t have that, you know.”

“No, you can’t,” Dana said, thoughtfully, her eyebrows knitted in concern. “And Aunt Mary has been so kind to all of us over the years when she was well.”

And that was true. When Dana’s parents died when she was only a teen, Aunt Mary was one of the first to step in to help Dana and her grandmother by sending money to make sure to take care of them—so were Auntie Nia and Uncle Merv.

Still, Dana really didn’t want to get involved in having to solve another murder again, outside of a murder mystery puzzle on her own website, that is, but this was family. And she didn’t think that Uncle Max could be capable of murder.

After all, she herself was wrongly a suspect in a murder she had nothing to do with over a month ago when the food critic for the Berry Cove Gazette ended up murdered just shortly after he’d slammed her in an unfavorable and unfair review. It also turned out that the food critic had been dating her competitor, too.

“No. You certainly can’t have that tragic circumstance happen, Uncle Merv.”

Dana just couldn’t believe this. Since moving back to Berry Cove from New York this year after her wedding was called off when her ex-fiancé Ramone cheated on her and ended up with her college mate, she’d seen two murders now. Talk about a lot of action in a small, quiet cozy town, known for its rich berry farms, famous walking trails, and beautiful landscape by the waterfront.

The town seemed to be drawing attention from all over now but for the wrong reasons. Everybody loved to hang out in the famous Town Square by the monument with its Victorian built homes and offices and waterfall and cobbled roads. It was magical at Christmastime, too.

Dana wasn’t staying too far from her uncle and auntie. She was left the Victorian in the will at 123-A Berry Lane from her grandmother. Much like the one that her auntie and uncle live in, only Grandma Rae kept a lot of antiques in her home. From antique Victorian furniture made from Mahogany wood to antique telephones and beautiful artwork decorating the wall. Though the work on the home would cost a lot over time to renovate and keep in good condition, she enjoyed preserving its historic appeal, much like all the homes in Berry Cove.

Dana peeked out the window to see if Aunt Nia was on her way, she usually strolled along the roadside since the Town Square where all the popular shops, including the nail salon, were located was close by to the house. The breathtaking view of the lake could be seen outside the window in the kitchen. It was serene and calm as she watched the waves of the water ripple and sparkle under the sun and the gentle fall breeze. The birds chirped outside and everything seemed so cozy and calm in the small town.

This was a far cry from her view from her New York apartment and so much quieter than the sound of heavy traffic and police and fire sirens from time to time.

Nope, she didn’t regret coming back to Berry Cove. Even though she’d only spent some of her childhood there—so she had little memories there. Her folks had moved her to the burbs in New York until their unfortunate accident.

But, oh, boy, was she really getting a dose of small town adventure.

 

Chapter 2

 

 

“So tell me again, Uncle. What exactly happened why they think Uncle Max could be responsible for his wife’s death?” Dana filled the iron kettle with tap water from the sink and placed the kettle on the stove and turned on the fire.

Uncle Merv sat down near her in the grand kitchen looking out the window, looking lost.

She then reached for the tall oak cupboards and placed two cups on the counter. She badly needed a cup of coffee right now, too. She knew her uncle loved his coffee black with two sugars as always. She was going to have a double double. Double cream and double sugar. She needed her caffeine fix right now.

“Well, he’d met Karla, this dancer, a while ago.”

“Karla? I thought he’s married to Lucy? Isn’t that his wife’s name?”

“Oh, no darling. He
was
married to Lucy. But she passed away.”

“She did?”

Why wasn’t Dana in the loop with the extended family dynamics?

Oh, right. She’d been busy in New York for the past few years. And granted, Uncle Max hadn’t exactly been in touch with the family all the time. He used to live out in Vegas. Correction. He used to live this grand lifestyle frequenting Vegas often.

But through it all, he’d always taken care of his dear old mother, Aunt Mary. He’d made sure she had good care at home by hiring the best private nurses and the best equipment. He even made sure she had the staff take her out to her garden in the wheelchair three times a day.

“So, how did Lucy pass away?” Dana’s curiosity was piqued.

“Well, she died suddenly.”

“Suddenly?”

“Yes, suddenly. Look, why do you care about how his previous late wife died. It’s his current wife who he’s accused of murdering.”

“Well, that’s just it, Uncle. If his first wife and second wife died suddenly of, say, mysterious circumstances, that could have led the police to make an arrest. If both were under suspicious or similar circumstances.”

“Hey, I hadn’t thought of that. You really would make a good sleuth, you know.”

“I guess I’m spending way too much time on my mystery blog,” Dana said, catching herself. Her cheeks felt hot all of a sudden.

The kettle whistled interrupting their conversation.

She immediately poured her uncle and herself a cup of steaming hot coffee. She could never understand why her auntie and uncle never used the coffee maker she brought them for Christmas. They still preferred to use a kettle to boil water for tea, coffee or anything else they were making that was hot.

Like Grandma Rae, they loved to do things old style. Much like their Victorian-built home, like her late nana’s, they’d preserved the old interior design and kept Victorian furniture and kept the nice cozy retro feel.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with having a mind that works like yours, pumpkin. Good work. You know something,” Uncle Merv paused.

“What is it?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“No, really, Uncle. What’s wrong?”

“It’s just that, well, his ex wife was also a dancer, too. You know, from Vegas.”

“You mean they were both Vegas show girls?” Dana couldn’t believe the coincidence. She really had been left out of the family loop.

“Well, you know your Uncle Max used to travel a lot in his business to Vegas.”

“And?”

“And well, he used to gamble a lot, too. I heard he really racked up a lot of tabs there.”

“He did?”

“Oh, yes. He had a thing for fast women and fast money. Both came and went.”

“Do you think that has something to do with the death of his second wife?”

“Could be. I heard the girls knew each other.”

“You mean his recent wife and previous wife?”

“I believe they were cousins, but don’t quote me on that just yet. You’ll have to ask your Aunt Nia about that. I think she spoke to Max’s secretary, Darlene.”

Dana got out her notebook and immediately wrote down some notes.

“What are you doing there, pumpkin? You’re not making notes for your mystery riddles blog, are you?”

“Oh, no, Uncle Merv. I’m just jotting down some ideas. I’ve got a…” Dana stopped herself cold.

She wasn’t ready to share with her uncle or anyone for that matter about her new abilities to sense things out.

For one thing, her gut was telling her that Uncle Max was innocent.

And secondly, there was something very fishy about the two late wives knowing each other, or being related to each other,
and
ending up dead.

For some strange reason, Uncle Max’s faithful secretary, Darlene, if Dana remembered correctly, flashed into her mind. Did Darlene know something about this?

Dana would need more details of the deaths and the whereabouts of the secretary and those who Uncle Max owed money to.

Something just didn’t quite add up.

Did the wives also have debts? Were loan sharks involved?

All sorts of juicy scenarios popped into Dana’s mind and she wasn’t going to settle until she got to the bottom of this. But first thing was first. Saving poor Aunt Mary from the nursing home.

 

Later that morning, Dana showed up at the Cozy Cupcakes Café, a little more pre-occupied than usual.

“Something on your mind?” Katie asked as she grabbed a tray of Blueberry Cream Cupcakes to bring out to the front. The buttercream topping was whipped and topped high using their new starpoint tip for their super cake decorator. The design looked positively enticing. And the motivational saying inscribed on the wrapper read:
Life is short, so make it sweet. Live Long & Prosper.

The delicious scent of freshly baked vanilla cupcakes and cinnamon filled the atmosphere. It was oddly soothing and relaxing and made Dana realize that she’d skipped breakfast this morning. Her tummy was rumbling for some tasty morning treats. The sound of the blender was going as Suzie, one of the baristas was busy making one of the smoothie specials of the day.

Katie was in the kitchen sorting through some new motivational sayings wrappers.

Inga, the Russian baker of the café looked up briefly but didn’t say anything. She was a great cook and hard worker but rarely smiled or spoke. She’d been working there since Grandma Rae opened up the café and had been a faithful employee though she hadn’t warmed up much to Dana, after Dana took over when Grandma Rae died suddenly.

“I was over at Uncle Merv’s this morning. You heard about Uncle…” Dana stopped. She then moved closer to Katie and lowered her voice. “Uncle Max, right?”

“Oh, Uncle Max. Yes. Dad told me. We’re going over to the courthouse to see if we can post bail.”

Inga looked up and arched a brow.

“I mean we’re going to see if his post is in our mail,” Katie tried to cover up.

“It’s all right,” Inga interjected, rolling her r. “I’ve heard about the murder. It’s all over the papers this morning.”

“It is?” Dana was stunned. She’d never read about it in the Gazette. Which paper was Inga talking about?

“Well, not yet. I have a friend who works at the Gazette. It will be there in tomorrow’s edition. He told me this Max character is related to you.”

Dana’s face fell. This won’t be good for business at all. Why just last month, she herself had been accused of the murder of Brad Jackson, the Gazette’s food critic who had wrongfully slammed the Cozy Cupcakes Café. And now this? How would this look if that same newspaper printed another story about an uncle related to the owner of the café who was now up on murder charges?

Just last month a few out of towners had flocked to the café to take selfies and pictures and dubbed it the Killer Cupcakes Café and posted pictures online. She had a lot of trouble trying to get them taken down. What would happen now if news broke out about her uncle?

Well so much for that.

“Oh, did he now?” Dana responded to Inga’s comment.

Inga went back to the oven and opened the door. “Darlene, your uncle’s secretary is out front. I think she ordered one of the Blueberry Creams and a Green smoothie.”

“She did?” Dana asked.

Inga pulled out the cakes and placed them on the counter. She then pulled off her oven mitts and took a toothpick and pricked the center of one of the pies and smiled to herself.

“She did.” Inga did not even look at Dana. But Dana was glad for this little tid bit of information. “I overheard her on her cellular phone earlier this morning when I stopped by the market to pick up some berries.”

That was funny. Dana didn’t see Inga at the Farmer’s Market this morning.

“And?”

“She was talking about the murder. Saying that she was glad that Karla was out of the way.”

Dana’s jaw dropped open. “Well, I…um…I think I’ll go over and speak with her then.” Dana placed the remaining wrappers to the side where Inga could take them to wrap the new batch of cupcakes.

“You can’t do that,” Katie interjected.

“And why not?” Dana protested. “If she knows something about Karla’s murder. I want to know about it. The police should know about it. You and I both know that Uncle Max is a lot of things but a murderer, he is not. I just know it. I…feel it in my bones.”
And in my gut psychic instincts, too.

Dana was also sure that if Truffles was there, she’d concur what Dana was feeling, too.

Katie shook her head and grinned. She walked out of the kitchen with the tray of cupcakes into the café. Dana followed her.

She then greeted a customer who was at the counter. “Good morning, Mrs. Dawson.”

“Oh, good morning, Dana. I can’t wait to taste one of your grandma’s special Blueberry Creams. They’re a dream. I’m taking a dozen this morning.” The lovely old lady had a warm smile on her face. She was plump with a baby face and had silver white hair and donned a Chanel handbag. She certainly was doing well for herself. One of her grandmother’s regulars. Grandma had quite a clientele.

“A dozen? Good for you.”

“Thank you. And thank you for keeping Ma Rae’s café open, Dana. You’re a real angel and hero. This place is a dream. It’s where the gals and I gather all the time. There aren’t many nice places we can go at our age.”

Dana smiled. “You and the other customers are what make it what it is, Mrs. Dawson. Thank you so much for coming here.”

Mrs. Dawson smiled and paid for the box of Blueberry Creams before taking them out.

Dana then glanced around the café. It was a very cozy little place set in an old Victorian-built renovated building. The café windows overlooked the Town Square and not far beyond the center monument was a breathtaking view of the Great Lake.

It was celestial.

Customers loved the view, watching passersby walk by, the view of the trees, the historic cobble stone walkways and other buildings in the town square.

And to top it off, there was not one but two grand fireplaces in the café to give it that cozy feel. They kept some of the old time equipment in the shop on display in display cabinets made of antique wooden material. The dim lighting created a home-style cozy feel, making customers feel as if they really were in Grandma Rae’s kitchen stopping by for a warm cup of their favorite drink and a freshly baked treat.

On a sign over head read the motivational message of the day. Dana felt a pang of nostalgia and longing for the past, missing Grandma Rae more and more but feeling glad that slowly, day-by-day they were able to keep her café open and alive in her memory.

“Do you see her?” Dana whispered discretely to Katie who had just finished ringing up a sale at the cash register. Dana was wiping the countertop surreptitiously glancing around.

“I think she’s over by the corner at three o’clock,” Katie replied with a smile so that it wasn’t obvious what they were talking about.

Dana then discretely looked in that direction and spotted a very tall sophisticated woman sitting by the west fireplace and old antique stove in the café.  She had long manicured black nails and long thick black straight hair that shined in the dim light. Her eyeliner was applied quite thick, too.

“That’s her?” Dana then looked at the menu on the counter pretending to scrutinize it.

“Yep, that’s her.”

Dana drew in a deep breath. Very well then. She was going to ask Ms Darlene a few questions.

 

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