Bakeshop Mystery 11 - Nothing Bundt Trouble by Ellie Alexander

Author:Ellie Alexander
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

“Don’t get your hopes up, Juliet,” the Professor said, pausing briefly to take a few sips of water.

“What do you mean?”

“Like Will, your face reflects your every emotion. It’s a thing of beauty, but it betrays you now.”

“Or maybe you’re a good detective who has mastered the art of reading people over the years,” I bantered back.

“I appreciate the praise, but alas, I hate having to dash your hopes, as our story is shortly going to come to an end.” He picked up the journal and continued.

Doug wasn’t at the station when I stopped by. I knocked for a good five minutes before giving up and crossing the street to Torte. Once again I got the sense I was being watched. Was it time to start carrying a rolling pin with me wherever I went? The latest craze these days was pepper spray. What had once been a weapon reserved for the police had gone mainstream. I’d never considered carrying any kind of weapon, but maybe I needed a can for my own safety? I tried to laugh and make light of my current paranoia. If Helen had any idea what I’d been up to these last few days, she would probably come after me with a rolling pin. And rightfully so. I couldn’t blame her. I was acting like I was a teenager, not a mature adult with a wife, young daughter, and budding baking business.

The case was getting the best of me.

I kept my shoulders square as I moved toward the bakeshop. It was hardly as if someone would try to attack me in the middle of the plaza. The second that thought crossed my mind an image of Chuck’s body flying through the air replaced it.

If someone was following me, I didn’t want to stop at Torte. Odds were good that whoever had killed Chuck knew I owned the bakeshop, but on the off chance they didn’t, there was no point in drawing attention to the fact. I quickened my pace past Pucks Pub and continued down the sidewalk toward two dance clubs that had recently opened. The college crowd usually packed the clubs, so my best chance of shaking whoever was following me was to duck into one of the bars. The only problem was that both clubs were located on the third floor. And to access them I would have to pass through a dark alley and wait for a notoriously slow elevator.

Not a smart plan, William.

The sound of footsteps splattering through puddles made me want to break out into a full run, but I maintained as much control over my spiking adrenaline as possible.

Heavy breathing cut through the otherwise quiet sidewalk.

I wasn’t imagining this. Someone was really after me.

Shop Oregon, a store that catered to tourists with displays of local wine, beef jerky, and smoked salmon, was completely dark. As was the Iron Buffalo, with its sheepskin slippers and custom leatherwork. Nothing else down this way was open.

The footsteps thudded closer.

I passed the alleyway leading to the Bohemian and considered my choices.

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