Deep Fried Homicide by Jessica Beck EPUB & PDF – Details About
- Author: Jessica Beck
- Genre: Cozy Culinary Mysteries, Women Sleuths
- Publish Date: March 6, 2014
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I was two rooms away getting a beer when I heard the apartment
door break open.
Someone, most likely a cop, yelled, “Freeze,” and the next thing I
knew, two guns went off at the same time. I was Morton’s partner in
crime; we’d killed together, making us a weird kind of blood brothers,
but I wasn’t about to hang around to see who was alive, and who was
dead. Where there was one cop, more would surely follow.
Revenge would have to wait until later.
At the moment, I just had to get out of there as fast as I could before a
shot headed my way.
My day began like most others at Donut Hearts. Honestly, after
awhile, they tended to blur together. I woke up before anyone in her
right mind would ever consider crawling out of bed, and I would soon
begin making donuts with my assistant, Emma Blake, in the predawn
hours of our sleepy little town of April Springs.
Once that was
accomplished, Emma and I would open the shop to let our customers in.
After that, it was a matter of serving our small but loyal fan base until
we finally locked our doors an hour before noon, unless it was one of
those rare days where we sold out early.
I tried to make sure that didn’t
happen, but it was a delicate dance between making enough donuts for
the day without having to get rid of too many after we were closed. By
the time my day at Donut Hearts was over, I was usually worn out and
ready to go home, take a shower, and grab a quick nap. Today wasn’t
all that different, at least not so far, but I was due to have dinner with my
best friend, Grace Gauge, later that night, and that made it special.
We never made it to the meal, though.
A possibility that I’d been dreading for years managed to kill that plan
I just didn’t know it yet
When the dark stranger dressed in a severe suit came into my shop
just before closing, I thought at first that it might be someone trying to
get a last-minute donut before we locked our doors for the day.
How I wish that was all that it had been.
“Are you Suzanne Hart?” the man asked me in a stern voice.
“I am indeed,” I said. “And if you’re looking for donuts, I can make
you a pretty sweet deal on what I have left.”
“I’m afraid that’s not what this is about,” he said. There was a
moment’s hesitation, and then he added, “I’m here about Jake Bishop,”
as he took out a badge that looked all too familiar to me. I’d seen Jake’s
enough; that was for sure.
“Is he okay?” I asked as my hand reached for the counter to steady
myself. It was the worst nightmare for anyone close to a law
enforcement officer, whether the visit came at noon or midnight.
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