Joanne Fluke Christmas Bundle: Sugar Cookie Murder, Candy Cane Murder, Plum Pudding Murder, & Gingerbread Cookie Murder (40 page)
Authors: Joanne Fluke,Leslie Meier,Laura Levine
Tags: #Mystery & Detective, #Fiction
Cory screamed as the spray hit his eyes. He clawed at her but a blind, pink-flocked adversary was not that difficult to elude. Hannah stepped to the side, sprayed him again, and he dropped the ax. Hannah grabbed it and tossed it into the stand of trees behind her.
He was trying to wipe his eyes and Hannah knew it would be only a matter of time before he recovered enough to strike out at her. She had to render him immobile while he was still reeling from pain and shock.
The netting machine. The moment that Hannah remembered the machine she’d seen right outside the entrance to the tent, she grabbed his arm and pushed him through the opening. Another spray in the eyes and another shove with her hand, and he fell onto the chute where trees were placed for netting so that they could be carried home on the roofs of cars. Two more sprays for good measure and she turned on the machine. With a grinding of gears caused by a burden that was twice as heavy as usual, Cory was carried forward to be wrapped with several layers of netting that rendered him immobile and covered him with bright yellow plastic mesh from head to toe.
There was a phone on a pole decorated like a candy cane with red and white stripes. Hannah dialed nine, the usual code to get an outside line, and was rewarded by a dial tone. Nine-one-one seemed unnecessary. Cory was trussed up like a mummy, and there was no way he could get free. Instead of dialing the police, Hannah called Norman.
“Hi, Hannah!” Norman sounded glad to hear from her. “I tried calling you a couple of minutes ago, but your cell phone was off.”
“It’s recharging,” Hannah said, crossing her fingers at the little white lie she’d just told, and hoping he wouldn’t be too upset with her if he ever discovered that she had it in her purse, but it was turned off and she’d forgotten it was there. “Did you hear from Doc Knight?”
“He called me back about five minutes ago. I was way off base, Hannah. He checked and Wayne’s liver was fine.”
“That’s okay. I’m sure Melinda would have tried to poison him if she’d known that her plant was poisonous. But it doesn’t matter now. I’ve got the killer. It’s Cory.”
“Cory?! But I thought he was with you when Wayne was murdered.”
“That’s what he wanted us to think. Will you call Mike for me? I’ve got Cory netted up here at Bergstrom’s Christmas tree annex, and I need him taken into custody before someone hangs lights and tinsel on him and props him up in the living room.”
H
annah was on top of the world. Not only had she caught Wayne’s killer, Jenny had insisted on giving her Teensy’s Penthouse so that Tracey would have it for Christmas. It was currently sitting under Andrea’s Christmas tree, wrapped in gold paper and tied with a huge red bow. It was the night after Cory had been taken into custody and they were all gathered at Andrea’s house for coffee and dessert.
“This is just wonderful, Andrea,” she said, even though she was seated on the couch between Norman and Mike. It was a small couch and she couldn’t help but feel like the filling in a Norman and Mike Oreo.
“It’s a gorgeous tree,” Michelle said, admiring the huge Norway pine that sat in front of the picture window.
“Thanks. Bill picked it out at Bergstrom’s. I love to get trees there. They’re so careful with the netting.” Andrea stopped and made a face. “Sorry, Hannah. I forgot for a second.”
“That’s okay. I’m just glad their netting machine could take a few extra pounds!”
“That reminds me…” Norman leaned forward to talk to Mike. “How’d you get that netting off Cory?”
“We rolled him on his back and used scissors.”
Norman shook his head. “It’s a good thing I’m not a cop.”
“Why’s that?” Bill asked him.
“Because I might have been temped to hit him with a stun gun for what he almost did to Hannah.”
Hannah turned to smile at Norman. He looked perfectly serious.
“What makes you think I didn’t?”
Hannah turned to look at Mike. He looked perfectly serious, too.
“Time for coffee,” Andrea announced, getting up to take the tray from Grandma McCann, who’d just come in from the kitchen. “I hope you left room for dessert. Hannah brought her Candy Cane Bar Cookies.”
“Because Cory’s behind bars?” Norman asked.
“Of course.” Hannah turned to Bill. “I just wish we could have gotten Melinda for something or other. I know she didn’t poison Wayne, but I wish she wouldn’t inherit all that money.”
“She won’t. Want to tell her, Mike?”
Mike turned to Hannah. “I did a little checking after we talked. I kept thinking about how his former wife was the one who was grieving. And she was getting nothing. And Melinda, who didn’t seem to care about Wayne at all, was inheriting everything. So I ran her.”
“Jenny?”
“No, Melinda.”
“And you came up with something?” Hannah crossed her fingers, a leftover habit from childhood.
“It turns out she’s Melinda Ann
Ames
Reynolds Bergstrom.”
“Melinda Ann
Ames
?” Hannah asked, remembering the photo album with the initials M.A.A. on the cover.
“Ames was Melinda’s maiden name. Reynolds was the name of her first husband. And she never bothered to get a divorce from Cornell Reynolds.”
“Cory?”
“One and the same. They had a good thing going, living in luxury at Wayne’s expense. They had it made until Wayne told Melinda that he was divorcing her so he could remarry his ex-wife.”
“Then they had to do something quick if they wanted the good life to continue,” Bill picked up the story. “So Cory killed Wayne right before he was ready to leave for his Santa appearance, put his body in the trunk of his car, and drove out to the Lake Eden Inn. When he got there, everyone was already inside, so he dumped Wayne’s body behind the snow bank, left the trail of candy canes that you found in the road, and went inside to play Wayne as a Santa with laryngitis.”
“And I bought it,” Hannah muttered. “I was standing right next to him and I didn’t know he wasn’t Wayne.”
Norman patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t feel bad. He had us all fooled.”
“Can you charge Melinda for conspiring with Cory to murder Wayne?” Michelle asked.
Mike shook his head. “I wish we could, but the D.A. says there’s not enough evidence. Cory won’t talk and Melinda’s being very careful not to implicate herself.”
“So she’s going to get off with no charges at all?” Andrea looked highly disappointed.
“That’s right,” Bill answered her, “but she’ll also get off with no money. Cory and Melinda were still married when Melinda tied the knot with Wayne. According to Stan Levine, that’s bigamy and it makes any claim she has on Wayne’s estate invalid. Thanks to you and Hannah, we know about Wayne’s daughter. She’s his closest living relative and she’ll inherit.”
“That’s perfect!” Hannah was pleased. “Maybe now Jenny will move back here with her friends.”
Grandma McCann appeared in the doorway, carrying baby Bethany. Tracey walked beside her, bearing the tray that Hannah had brought with Candy Cane Bar Cookies.
“Sorry,” Tracey said, setting the platter on the coffee table. “Bethany and I had two from the middle.”
Hannah laughed. It was true. There were two bar cookies missing from the middle of the platter. “That’s okay. How did you like them?”
“I’m not sure,” Tracey said, reaching out for another. And then when Andrea gave her a censorious look, she pulled her hand back. “May I have another one, please?”
“Yes.” Andrea struggled to keep a straight face.
“Chock-it!” Bethany said, reaching out toward the platter. And then, when everyone turned to look at her, she repeated, “Chock-it!”
“Did she just say
chocolate
?” Bill asked Andrea.
“I think so. I don’t know what else it could be.”
Bill started laughing. “But she hasn’t even said
Daddy
yet!”
“That’s my niece,” Hannah said, grabbing a bar cookie and holding out her arms for another niece after her own heart.
CANDY CANE BAR COOKIES
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position.
1 cup butter
(2 sticks,
½
pound)
1 cup white
(granulated)
sugar
1 egg
(just whip it up with a fork in a glass)
¼ teaspoon peppermint extract
½ teaspoon salt
2
⁄
3
cup finely crushed miniature candy canes
(measure after crushing)
6 drops red food coloring
2 cups flour
(not sifted—pack it down when you measure it.)
1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
(that’s a 6-ounce bag)
2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips
(that’s a 12-ounce bag)
Melt the butter in a microwave-safe bowl for 1 minute 30 seconds on HIGH. Set it on the counter to cool.
Place the sugar in the bowl of an electric mixer
(you can also do this by hand, but it’ll take some muscle,)
add the egg, and beat it until it’s a uniform color.
Add the peppermint extract, salt, and finely crushed miniature candy canes. Mix it all up.
Add the 6 drops of red food coloring. Mix it in thoroughly.
Feel the bowl with the butter. If you can cup your hands around it comfortably, you can add it to your mixing bowl now. Mix it in slowly at low speed.
(You don’t want it to slosh all over!)
If it’s still too warm to add, wait until it’s cooler and then do it.
Add the flour in half-cup increments, beating after each addition.
Take the bowl from the mixer and stir in one cup chocolate chips by hand.
Spread the batter evenly into a greased
(or Pammed)
9-inch by 13-inch pan. Bake it at 350 degrees F. for 25 minutes or until it feels firm on the top.
Remove the pan from the oven and sprinkle it with the remaining two cups of chocolate chips. Immediately cover the pan with a piece of heavy-duty foil or a cookie sheet.
(That keeps the heat in.)
Let it sit for three minutes. Then take off the cookie sheet, or foil, and spread out the melted chips like frosting with a rubber spatula or frosting knife.
Cool completely and then cut into brownie-sized pieces.
These conversions are approximate, but they’ll work just fine for Hannah Swensen’s recipes.
VOLUME:
WEIGHT:
OVEN TEMPERATURE:
Note: Hannah’s rectangular sheet cake pan, 9 inches by 13 inches, is approximately 23 centimeters by 32.5 centimeters.
