06 Dead Men Don't Eat Cookies by Virginia Lowell

Author:Virginia Lowell
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery
ISBN: 9780698187092
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2015-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Olivia returned Alicia safely to Ellie and Allan’s house by eleven p.m., as she had promised her mother. Their after-dinner baking session had failed to provide much helpful information about Kenny Vayle, but Olivia had to admit they’d gotten to know Alicia far better. That girl was feisty and determined, no doubt about it. Her deeper awareness had left Olivia feeling uneasy. If Alicia tried to investigate on her own, she might put herself in real danger.

It was eleven fifteen p.m. by the time Olivia returned to the Gingerbread House kitchen, where she found Maddie staring at the laptop screen, her hands poised over the keyboard.

“Please tell me you’ve cracked the case,” Olivia said as she hung her jacket on a wall hook near the door. “I’ll feel better when we’ve made some progress. At least, I hope I will.”

“I’ll need at least five more minutes,” Maddie said, “and sustenance.”

Olivia went straight to the refrigerator, where she had left defrosted cookies in a covered cake pan. She brought the pan over to the table. Police work required doughnuts, Olivia reasoned, so she and Maddie deserved cookies, right?

“Sustenance coming right up,” Olivia said, “with caffeine close behind.” She poured water into Mr. Coffee’s reservoir and lowered the lid. “I can’t wait a whole five minutes. Have you found out anything at all?” Olivia measured coffee grounds into the basket and punched Mr. Coffee’s on button.

“Ah yes,” Maddie said. “I believe I have indeed found an interesting tidbit. Remember that strange blog I showed you? The one showing a photo of a younger Alicia and her bleary-eyed father?”

“And Kenny seemed to be wearing a necklace . . . yes, I remember.” Olivia deposited coffee cups, a carton of cream, and the sugar bowl near the spitting coffeemaker.

“Well, genius that I am, I have identified the blogger as Kurt, and I’ve found out his last name. Are you ready for this? It’s Kurtzel.”

“Kurt Kurtzel? Are you kidding me? That’s just plain evil. No wonder he has anger issues. Is Kurt really one of those guys who lives in a basement and blogs day and night? How did you find out about him?”

“Good questions.” Maddie stood up and stretched. “I will tell all, but first, coffee and a cookie.” She poured steaming Italian roast into her cup, leaving plenty of room for cream and sugar. Bearing coffee plus a rose-shaped cookie decorated with baby blue icing and sapphire pearlized sprinkles, Maddie returned to her computer. “I have to admit that finding Kurt wasn’t hard. He maintains an enthusiastic online presence, including on Twitter, where his contributions are snarky, though not in a clever, interesting way. He criticizes famous people, rich people, poor people . . . well, pretty much everyone. Kurt’s tweets would be totally boring except that sometimes he seems to have personal information about people he is unlikely to have met, as well as people he knows. He never comes out and reveals a secret, but his hints contain just enough substance to make him sound knowledgeable.

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