Troubled Treats

The First Time Ever Published!

The 19
^th
Donut Mystery

From
New York Times
Bestselling Author

Jessica Beck

TROUBLED TREATS

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Sinister Sprinkles

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Killer Crullers

Drop Dead Chocolate

Powdered Peril

Illegally Iced

Deadly Donuts

Assault and Batter

Sweet Suspects

Deep Fried Homicide

Custard Crime

Lemon Larceny

Bad Bites

Old Fashioned Crooks

Dangerous Dough

Troubled Treats

The Classic Diner Mysteries

A Chili Death

A Deadly Beef

A Killer Cake

A Baked Ham

A Bad Egg

A Real Pickle

A Burned Biscuit

The Ghost Cat Cozy Mysteries

Ghost Cat: Midnight Paws

Ghost Cat 2: Bid for Midnight

Jessica Beck is the
New York Times
Bestselling Author of the Donut Mysteries, the Classic Diner Mystery Series, and the Ghost Cat Cozy Mysteries.

To absent friends

TROUBLED TREATS by Jessica Beck; Copyright © 2015

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Chapter 1

“Trust me.  You two are going to absolutely love this place,” my mother said as she unlocked the temporary door to the old wagon factory she was having renovated.  “I’ve been dying for you both to see it.”

“Dot, do you have any idea how old this building is?” my husband, Jake, asked her as he idly stroked a brick wall near the entrance.  

“As a matter of fact, I do.  I’ve even ordered a plaque for the front of the building.  It was built in 1889,” she said proudly as she led the way inside.  My mother had been insisting that we take this tour over a month since we’d gotten married, but just as we’d schedule it, something else would come up in her life to delay it.  That was Momma, always busy with her latest project.  I didn’t know how she kept up with it all.  As for me, my sole responsibility in life besides my husband was running my donut shop, and I loved it that way.  Some folks might not have thought that it was challenging enough, but it was perfect for me.  I was allowed enough creativity to develop new tasty treats for my customers, and yet most of my day-to-day life was the same.  I’d get up before any person in their right mind was awake, make my way through the dark streets of April Springs, North Carolina to Donut Hearts, and start my day by making cake donuts first, and then yeast ones.  Jake was growing restless, though.  He’d been retired for less than two months from the state police, and I could tell all of that free time was beginning to wear on him.

“Amazing.  Are you having any trouble finding materials to match the old structure?” he asked.

“More than I ever imagined I would.  The windows were the absolute worst,” she said.  “I finally found a company in Germany that specializes in wavy glass.  Aren’t they perfect?”

“They’re beautiful,” Jake said as he admired the careful imperfections.

“It’s going to be a real showplace when we’re finished with it.”

“It’s going to be absolutely spectacular,” I said as we walked farther into the building.  The main space would ultimately be open, and sported a floor of stained antique hardwood clearly dating back to the building’s origins.  In the center of the room, the dark wood was broken up with the image of a lighter maple wagon wheel imbedded into the pattern, a circle of wooden pieces connected with spokes to a stone center, though it was now partially obscured by sheets of plastic hung down temporarily from the area above.  There was no loft above that space, with only the heavy wooden timbers between the floor and the roof.  The area was well lit even with no overhead lights on as skylights flooded the area with sunshine.  Around the perimeter of the space, I could see a wooden stairway that wound itself upward to what appeared to be a series of smaller rooms upstairs.  That must have been where the offices had originally been located.

On the first floor, I saw a hint of movement as a large sheet of plastic flickered in a nonexistent breeze.  “Is anyone else here, Momma?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me one bit.  Workers are coming in and out of this place all of the time,” Momma said just as we heard a door close on the other side of the building.  “In fact, we must have just scared one off,” she added with a grin.

Jake was keeping quiet, and when I glanced toward him, I saw that he was frowning.  “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s not right.  You both need to stay right here,” he said solemnly as he pulled out a pistol I hadn’t even known he’d been carrying.  During his time as an investigator with the state police, Jake had been responsible for putting quite a few bad guys behind bars, and one of the downsides of that was that he’d never be able to rest easy without always having a way to protect himself from his past.

When Momma saw the gun in his hand, she frowned as well.  “I’m sure it’s nothing, Jake.  Would you mind putting that thing away?  It’s making me nervous.”

“Not just yet,” my husband said softly.  “You two keep talking like everything’s normal.  I need to check this out.”

Clearly something had alerted him; I just couldn’t imagine what might have done it.  Still, I trusted his instincts, so I did exactly as he’d suggested.  “Momma, what do you think of a new donut idea I’ve been playing with at the shop?  I want to use mulled cider in the recipe.”

“Wouldn’t that be too powerful?” she asked as Jake moved slowly forward.

“Some of my customers seem to prefer flavors that reach up and grab them by the ears,” I said as we watched Jake creep toward the still-moving plastic sheet.  He was almost there, and it took everything I had not to hold my breath.  Talking a little louder than I meant to, I asked, “Remember those Kool-Aid donuts I made awhile ago?  They were strong enough to get up and walk away on their own, but they still had their fans.”

“Well, they were certainly colorful enough,” Momma said as Jake finally reached the plastic.  Without a moment’s hesitation, he stepped around the makeshift barrier near the center of the space, his gun leading the way, and I felt my heart suddenly stop.

“Call an ambulance,” Jake called out a moment later.

I didn’t even wait for further information as I pulled out my cellphone and hurried toward him.  “What happened?” I asked as I dialed.

“Somebody stabbed this man in the chest with a piece of rebar,” Jake said as he knelt down and searched for the victim’s pulse.

I couldn’t see who it was immediately because Jake was blocking my view of his face, but after I told the 911 dispatcher to send someone quickly, I knelt down beside my husband.  I could finally see him clearly, and I recognized the man lying on the floor instantly.  It was Sully Jackson, a local electrician, wearing one of his typical red-and-black-checked flannel shirts.  He loved them so much that he insisted that his employees wear them as well as some kind of uniform, only this one was being stained by the man’s blood.  Sully never missed coming in on Saturday morning and buying a dozen donuts for his crew.  As I looked a little more carefully, I saw the tip of the iron rod sticking out of his chest, and blood on his lips.  It looked really bad as Sully’s spilled blood began to creep across the wood-and-stone emblem embedded in the old factory floor beneath him.

“I’ll meet the ambulance out front and bring them back here,” Momma said as she headed to the front door.

“At least he’s still breathing,” my husband said as he stood after my mother was gone.  “Stay with him, Suzanne.”

“Where are you going?” I asked my husband as I looked down at Sully again. 

“I’m going after whoever did this,” Jake said.

I doubted Sully had much time left, not with the amount of blood that he’d clearly already lost.  I reached out and took the electrician’s right hand in mine, hoping to offer him any comfort that I could.  “Just be careful,” I called out to him, but either he didn’t hear me, or he chose to ignore my request. 

I didn’t have time to worry about him, though.  I had a dying man on my hands. 

Sully squeezed my hand and tried to say something.

“Don’t try to talk,” I said as I knelt closer to his ear.  “Hang in there, Sully.  Help is on the way.”

“It’s important,” Sully said, his voice a harsh, rasping whisper.  As he spoke, a bubble of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.  It was clear that he was trying to tell me something, and just as crucial that I let him.

“What is it?” I asked as I leaned in even closer to his mouth.  I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he squeezed my hand. 

He gasped, and I had to wonder if another wave of pain had just shot through him.  “Tried to steal from her.”  He wasn’t making any sense, but I couldn’t very well quiz him in his rapidly declining condition.

“Who did this to you, Sully?  Who was trying to steal something?  I need more information,” I asked him, desperate to get anything that might help find the person who’d done this to him.

A chill suddenly went through me as I realized that his breath on my face had suddenly stopped.

“Sully?  Can you hear me?  Stay with me!” I pled as my voice got louder and louder.

But it was too late.

He was gone.

Chapter 2

The emergency medical techs tried their best, but it was clear that they were too late even as they continued to work on Sully’s lifeless body.  I felt a strong pair of arms envelop me, and I heard Jake whispering in my ear.  “There was nothing any of us could do to help him.  By the time we found him, it was already too late.”

I knew that his words had been meant to comfort me, but they slid off me without any impact whatsoever.  “Did you find who did this?” I asked him.

“Whoever did it was already gone,” Jake said.  “Suzanne, I never should have left you here alone with him.  I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense.  You had to try to find the killer,” I said.

“Did he say anything at all after I left?” Jake asked me softly.

I hated talking about it while the techs continued to work in vain, but Jake was right.  This was important.  “Just something that didn’t make any sense.  He must have been delirious.”

“Tell me anyway,” Jake ordered.

“He told me it was important, and then Sully said, ‘Tried to steal from her.’  I tried to get him to tell me who stabbed him, but by then it was too late.”

“It’s okay, Suzanne,” Jake said as he continued to stroke my arms lightly, doing his best to comfort me.

“We both know full well that in no way is this okay,” I said.  “We have to figure this out.”

“Let’s see what Chief Grant has to say about it before we decide to do anything on our own,” Jake told me.

“Stephen Grant is my friend, but we both know that he’ll be in over his head on this,” I said.  “You have to get George to appoint you as a special investigator again.”  The mayor had done that once before, and I didn’t see why he couldn’t do it again.  Jake had a lot more authority to investigate when he could say that he was working for the town of April Springs.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.  He’s already in enough trouble for doing it last time.  I’m afraid that Grant’s going to have to handle this on his own.  If George appoints me again so soon after the last time, he’s basically saying that Stephen isn’t capable of running the police department on his own.”

“Well, is he?” I asked him.  “Don’t get me wrong.  I’m a big fan of the guy, but he’s too young to have this kind of weight on him.”

“I think he’ll grow into it, if he’s given a chance,” Jake said earnestly.