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Authors: Carol Durand
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years at a time…wasn’t that a bit pathological? Of
course, people have habits, but Strawberry Cheesecake’s habit was unhealthy and
seemed…obsessive. Missy’s fevered brain tried to wrap itself around this new
revelation while still appearing to focus on the chattering girl behind the
counter. She made mindless conversation for a few more minutes, just to be
polite and not seem suspicious, but she was anxious to get away in order to
think through her next move. She needed to find out more about Strawberry
Cheesecake. Should she investigate on her own? Should she call in Detective
Beckett? It seemed to her that every lead that she turned over to the
detective led to a dead end, so maybe she should arm herself with more
information before alerting him to a potential new suspect. Missy had never
even considered the fact that the killer could be a woman. Had Darryl made a
nuisance of himself with Strawberry Cheesecake the way that he had with Missy’s
beloved little sister? Or worse? And if that were the case, why would the
woman have anything against Missy? She needed to think, so she headed home to
make a cup of tea, grab a snack and form her plan of attack. The fact that a
woman who was known for ordering the same thing every morning from Darryl and
that a rude woman came into Missy’s shop and ordered a cupcake version of the
same thing, could be just a coincidence, but with the strange events of late,
Missy wasn’t taking anything at face value. “Strange coincidences” seemed to
be the norm these days, and she was going to chase down every possible clue.
Sitting in the sunny nook of her
kitchen’s eating area with Toffee curled up at her feet, Missy sipped at her
tea, nibbled at her small bowl of pretzel crisps and pondered the events of the
day. Darryl’s mother had mentioned that someone was leaving a single hydrangea
blossom on his stoop every morning. Perhaps that person would have had a close
enough relationship to Darryl to know something about who might have the motive
to kill him. All she would have to do is hide away somewhere near Darryl’s
house, and when the mystery visitor came to drop off the flower, Missy could
start a sympathetic conversation that could lead to more clues. Never having
been involved in any sort of intrigue, she had no idea about the potentially
dangerous situation that she could be putting herself in. It seemed that the Cheesecake
lady might provide more relevant info than the mysterious flower giver, because
her behavior seemed more bold, so Missy vowed to be parked near Darryl’s Donuts
by 7:20 tomorrow morning in order to follow her to see what information could
be unearthed. For now, she would make notes regarding her findings in a
notebook that she had been using to keep track of information that seemed
relevant. Quickly jotting down dates, times and “facts”, she didn’t notice the
passing of time, and was surprised when she at last looked up, to see that the
sun had begun its descent and the air had cooled rapidly. Drawing on a sweater
to combat the chill, Missy was startled when her phone rang.
“Ms. Gladstone?” Detective
Beckett’s serious tone was inescapable. “I need to speak with you…now. I’ll be
at your door in ten minutes, we need to talk.”
Missy’s heart beat fast, wondering
if the detective had finally found out something crucial to cracking the case.
Chas was somber and frowning when she opened the door to admit him.
“Have you found something?” Missy
asked breathlessly, leading him to the kitchen table to have a seat.
“I’ve found enough to make a
difficult case seem even more difficult,” he sighed, running a frustrated hand
through his hair, ruffling the thick locks in a tousled manner that made him
even more attractive, Missy noted. He glanced over at the notebook that she
had been keeping and leaned closer to glance at the pages, so she discreetly
closed the cover and put
course, people have habits, but Strawberry Cheesecake’s habit was unhealthy and
seemed…obsessive. Missy’s fevered brain tried to wrap itself around this new
revelation while still appearing to focus on the chattering girl behind the
counter. She made mindless conversation for a few more minutes, just to be
polite and not seem suspicious, but she was anxious to get away in order to
think through her next move. She needed to find out more about Strawberry
Cheesecake. Should she investigate on her own? Should she call in Detective
Beckett? It seemed to her that every lead that she turned over to the
detective led to a dead end, so maybe she should arm herself with more
information before alerting him to a potential new suspect. Missy had never
even considered the fact that the killer could be a woman. Had Darryl made a
nuisance of himself with Strawberry Cheesecake the way that he had with Missy’s
beloved little sister? Or worse? And if that were the case, why would the
woman have anything against Missy? She needed to think, so she headed home to
make a cup of tea, grab a snack and form her plan of attack. The fact that a
woman who was known for ordering the same thing every morning from Darryl and
that a rude woman came into Missy’s shop and ordered a cupcake version of the
same thing, could be just a coincidence, but with the strange events of late,
Missy wasn’t taking anything at face value. “Strange coincidences” seemed to
be the norm these days, and she was going to chase down every possible clue.
Sitting in the sunny nook of her
kitchen’s eating area with Toffee curled up at her feet, Missy sipped at her
tea, nibbled at her small bowl of pretzel crisps and pondered the events of the
day. Darryl’s mother had mentioned that someone was leaving a single hydrangea
blossom on his stoop every morning. Perhaps that person would have had a close
enough relationship to Darryl to know something about who might have the motive
to kill him. All she would have to do is hide away somewhere near Darryl’s
house, and when the mystery visitor came to drop off the flower, Missy could
start a sympathetic conversation that could lead to more clues. Never having
been involved in any sort of intrigue, she had no idea about the potentially
dangerous situation that she could be putting herself in. It seemed that the Cheesecake
lady might provide more relevant info than the mysterious flower giver, because
her behavior seemed more bold, so Missy vowed to be parked near Darryl’s Donuts
by 7:20 tomorrow morning in order to follow her to see what information could
be unearthed. For now, she would make notes regarding her findings in a
notebook that she had been using to keep track of information that seemed
relevant. Quickly jotting down dates, times and “facts”, she didn’t notice the
passing of time, and was surprised when she at last looked up, to see that the
sun had begun its descent and the air had cooled rapidly. Drawing on a sweater
to combat the chill, Missy was startled when her phone rang.
“Ms. Gladstone?” Detective
Beckett’s serious tone was inescapable. “I need to speak with you…now. I’ll be
at your door in ten minutes, we need to talk.”
Missy’s heart beat fast, wondering
if the detective had finally found out something crucial to cracking the case.
Chas was somber and frowning when she opened the door to admit him.
“Have you found something?” Missy
asked breathlessly, leading him to the kitchen table to have a seat.
“I’ve found enough to make a
difficult case seem even more difficult,” he sighed, running a frustrated hand
through his hair, ruffling the thick locks in a tousled manner that made him
even more attractive, Missy noted. He glanced over at the notebook that she
had been keeping and leaned closer to glance at the pages, so she discreetly
closed the cover and put
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