Candy, Murder and Me: Cozy Mystery with Recipes: Amateur Detective and her Dog (Cookie Berelli cozy mysteries Book 1) by Carolyn Chambers Clark & Anthony Auriemma

Author:Carolyn Chambers Clark & Anthony Auriemma [Chambers Clark, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Versatile Publishing
Published: 2012-04-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Uncle Tony’s Molasses Cookies

(Chew your worries away)

How did I get myself into these things? I’d only offered to help Sam Falcone’s widow find out who’d murdered him. As a result, I now faced the angry faces of the men advancing on us in the viewing room at Baratchi’s Funeral Home.

I clutched Rhonda by the arm and whispered. “Let’s go. We’ve outstayed our welcome.”

“See you tomorrow.” Rose Falcone waved and slipped back into the crowd.

I would have loved to have stopped and talked to her there and then, found out her Information, and taken action. As it was, we were getting the boot out of the funeral home with no time to learn what Rose had to offer.

The funeral director glared at us, the cuffs of his too-big black suit arriving at the casket a millisecond before he did. The martyred look on his face turned stony. “What’s going on here?” His voice came out full of weariness, probably from one too many viewings that day.

Angel whirled and gaped at me. “This woman is making a scene, please show her to the exit.”

“I apologize again, but don’t bother, we’re leaving anyway.” I grabbed Rhonda’s arm, popped a black jelly bean into my mouth and raced her to the door.

* * *

Rhonda and I left the funeral home in such a hurry that we forgot we hadn’t even tried to find the man with the gold tooth, our best bet for Sam Falcone’s murderer. How could we have been so dumb? Maybe I was just tired from the stresses of the day to think straight. That excuse showed some merit because when I got home, I fell into bed and went right to sleep.

I awoke with a start the next morning and forgave myself, thinking that Rose Falcone’s appearance had distracted me. Sam Falcone’s funeral would give us another chance to find the gold-toothed man.

I sat on the edge of the bed and took a few deep breaths, stretching my arms over my head. Sigmund cocked an ear, watching me. “How come you never stretch, dogpie?” I yawned and brushed a few strands of hair out of my eyes.

To show me, he waddled away, stopping to stretch his back legs at the door. With Sigmund gone, a Cinemascope image spun in front of me. Andy Shea gazed at me, surrounded by sparkling stars and a cavalcade of singers and dancers.

“Nah.” I muttered, getting up and heading for the kitchen and a glass of pineapple juice. “When I go after him, he’ll turn out to be married, gay, or not interested.

I drowned my sadness over Andy Shea by devouring half dozen molasses cookies and washing them down with a glass of apple juice. That cheered me up enough to tell Sigmund, “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, dogpie, and don’t you forget it.” I let him finish off the crumbs in the bottom of the cookie jar while I headed for the shower.

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