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Authors: Carol Durand, Summer Prescott
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murdered that poor woman?” she asked, wide-eyed.
“Yes he is. We were able to tie him to the murder in a couple of ways. First, Echo’s assistant, Donna had said that a man came over and brought a cupcake for Echo that he claimed you had asked him to deliver. Echo was too busy to eat the cupcake, so when a customer of hers saw it sitting in the freezer case, she asked to buy it, and Donna sold it to her. The cupcake was dusted with poison and killed the victim. It had been intended for Echo. We showed a picture of Cronister, along with several other similar looking men, to Donna and she positively identified him as the man who had dropped off the cupcake.
The forensics guys found hairs on the body that were a DNA match for Jimmy, and some of those same hairs were found in Echo’s house and on the scarf that was in your house. There was a thin layer of residue on Cronister’s coverall of the poison that he had used, and the shoe print that was left in the blood at Sweet Love was an exact match for his shoes. There were also traces of blood on the sole of one shoe and on the cuff of his coveralls. We ran his info through the system and found out that he’s wanted for murder and several other crimes in quite a few other states, so my guess is that he’s going to be sitting in a small cell for quite some time.”
Missy stared at him for a long moment. “So you’re telling me that the man that I chewed out in my living room is a cold-blooded killer?” she whispered, aghast.
“Of the worst degree,” Chas nodded. “You’re a pretty impressive woman.”
Missy blanched. “Suddenly, I don’t feel so good…can we go home now?” she asked leaning into him shakily.
“Of course,” the handsome detective agreed. “Your place or mine?”
“Definitely yours.”
Chapter 14
Now that Missy had the go-ahead to reopen her shops, she threw herself into making up for lost time. Customers whose orders had gone unfilled due to the shutdown were either compensated for their loss or had their orders delivered as soon as possible, with extra cupcakes to thank them for their patience. Ben brought in a couple of friends from grad school to help with deliveries and baking, and Missy worked 12-14 hour days for at least two weeks, catching up on her backlogged holiday orders.
By the time that she showed up at Chas’s doorstep for Thanksgiving dinner, she was once again exhausted from working too hard, but had made a point of still reserving time for romps in the park with Toffee, romantic evenings with Chas, and quiet cups of tea with Echo. She carried a heated container for her homemade pecan pie, and a crockpot full of the most moist, flavorful oyster stuffing on the planet, hoping to win Chas’s heart even further, via his stomach. He was preparing the turkey and an array of side dishes, including some vegan offerings for Echo, who would be bringing Missy’s favorite Vanilla Bean “Ice Cream” made with rice milk.
The sight of the handsome detective nearly took her breath away when he answered the door, dressed in perfectly tailored trousers, a crisp white button down shirt with a purple paisley tie, and a stiff-cloth apron featuring a smiling pineapple and the caption “What’s Cookin’?” Taking the crockpot and pie container from her, Chas bent down to steal a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. Missy had dressed for the occasion in an emerald-green dress that hugged her graceful curves in a way that drew the detective’s gaze whenever she happened to pass by. Toffee trotted into the immaculate home like she owned the place, and immediately settled in front of the fireplace.
Taking in the sight and scent of various pots simmering and sizzling on the stove, Missy nodded appreciatively. “It smells delicious in here Detective Beckett,” she grinned, moving over to where he hovered at the stove.
Chas put down his spatula and took her in his arms. “It looks pretty darn delicious in here too, Miss
“Yes he is. We were able to tie him to the murder in a couple of ways. First, Echo’s assistant, Donna had said that a man came over and brought a cupcake for Echo that he claimed you had asked him to deliver. Echo was too busy to eat the cupcake, so when a customer of hers saw it sitting in the freezer case, she asked to buy it, and Donna sold it to her. The cupcake was dusted with poison and killed the victim. It had been intended for Echo. We showed a picture of Cronister, along with several other similar looking men, to Donna and she positively identified him as the man who had dropped off the cupcake.
The forensics guys found hairs on the body that were a DNA match for Jimmy, and some of those same hairs were found in Echo’s house and on the scarf that was in your house. There was a thin layer of residue on Cronister’s coverall of the poison that he had used, and the shoe print that was left in the blood at Sweet Love was an exact match for his shoes. There were also traces of blood on the sole of one shoe and on the cuff of his coveralls. We ran his info through the system and found out that he’s wanted for murder and several other crimes in quite a few other states, so my guess is that he’s going to be sitting in a small cell for quite some time.”
Missy stared at him for a long moment. “So you’re telling me that the man that I chewed out in my living room is a cold-blooded killer?” she whispered, aghast.
“Of the worst degree,” Chas nodded. “You’re a pretty impressive woman.”
Missy blanched. “Suddenly, I don’t feel so good…can we go home now?” she asked leaning into him shakily.
“Of course,” the handsome detective agreed. “Your place or mine?”
“Definitely yours.”
Chapter 14
Now that Missy had the go-ahead to reopen her shops, she threw herself into making up for lost time. Customers whose orders had gone unfilled due to the shutdown were either compensated for their loss or had their orders delivered as soon as possible, with extra cupcakes to thank them for their patience. Ben brought in a couple of friends from grad school to help with deliveries and baking, and Missy worked 12-14 hour days for at least two weeks, catching up on her backlogged holiday orders.
By the time that she showed up at Chas’s doorstep for Thanksgiving dinner, she was once again exhausted from working too hard, but had made a point of still reserving time for romps in the park with Toffee, romantic evenings with Chas, and quiet cups of tea with Echo. She carried a heated container for her homemade pecan pie, and a crockpot full of the most moist, flavorful oyster stuffing on the planet, hoping to win Chas’s heart even further, via his stomach. He was preparing the turkey and an array of side dishes, including some vegan offerings for Echo, who would be bringing Missy’s favorite Vanilla Bean “Ice Cream” made with rice milk.
The sight of the handsome detective nearly took her breath away when he answered the door, dressed in perfectly tailored trousers, a crisp white button down shirt with a purple paisley tie, and a stiff-cloth apron featuring a smiling pineapple and the caption “What’s Cookin’?” Taking the crockpot and pie container from her, Chas bent down to steal a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. Missy had dressed for the occasion in an emerald-green dress that hugged her graceful curves in a way that drew the detective’s gaze whenever she happened to pass by. Toffee trotted into the immaculate home like she owned the place, and immediately settled in front of the fireplace.
Taking in the sight and scent of various pots simmering and sizzling on the stove, Missy nodded appreciatively. “It smells delicious in here Detective Beckett,” she grinned, moving over to where he hovered at the stove.
Chas put down his spatula and took her in his arms. “It looks pretty darn delicious in here too, Miss
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