Cooking Up Trouble by Joanne Pence

Author:Joanne Pence [Pence, Joanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Women Detectives, Journalists - California, California; Northern, Contemporary Women, Mystery & Detective, Women Detectives - California, Cooking, Cookery - California, General, Amalfi; Angie (Fictitious Character), Romantic Suspense Fiction, California, Women Sleuths, Mystery Fiction, San Francisco (Calif.), Fiction, Journalists
ISBN: 9780061082009
Google: 0hKcu_yomSAC
Amazon: 0061082007
Publisher: Avon
Published: 1995-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

Angie jiggled the phone’s receiver in the kitchen. It didn’t do any good. She hadn’t expected it would, but then Moira had said the phone company would fix the phones soon. Why didn’t they? She could have screamed in frustration…but she really did hate screaming women, despite what this place was doing to her.

If there was a killer here at Hill Haven, and the thought seemed more plausible with each passing hour, who would be in danger from him or her? Wouldn’t the killer be anxious to get rid of a homicide inspector, someone trained to spot mistakes, to apprehend criminals? Hadn’t she, then, in thinking she was bringing Paavo to an idyllic spot, actually brought him somewhere that his life was more in danger than ever?

Whoever this was had already killed two people, and if Patsy was dead, that made three. Facing capture, the killer might do anything at all to get away. What was another dead body to a fiend like that?

But who? Who? Much as she didn’t want to admit it, not even Moira seemed capable of such action. No one seemed evil enough.

It had to be someone from the town. Someone who snuck up onto this promontory, killed, and then snuck back down off it again. Living here all their lives, people from town surely knew a way here and back despite the rain and the roads being washed out.

That was the only logical answer.

She tried the phone again. The rain was steady, and she knew that there was still no way to leave the hilltop.

People were searching all over. All over…

Except, perhaps, for one spot.

But there was no way she’d go alone.

She ran up to Chelsea’s room.

“No. I’m not going down there,” Chelsea said, folding her arms after Angie had explained.

“Everyone is out looking around for her except you, me, and Bethel, and Bethel has the excuse of being arthritic. We don’t.” Angie stepped into Chelsea’s closet, found a jacket, and handed it to her. “We can’t let the men do all the searching.”

“I can.”

“Where’s your feminist spirit?”

“Gone.”

“This house probably does have too many spirits already, but we can’t let that stop us.”

“I only care about one spirit. And he’s got to be the most shy ghost who ever walked the Earth. Or didn’t walk it.”

“Maybe he’ll protect you. Now let’s go.” She guided Chelsea through the doorway.

Following Moira’s instructions from yesterday morning, Angie and Chelsea trudged across the garden in the back of the house and kept going until they reached a small knoll. The wind was howling, the rain pelting them. Angie didn’t understand how Paavo could spend so much time out in such horrible weather searching for Patsy. He hardly knew the woman. She guessed that was what dedication was all about.

“Help me,” Angie said as she lifted the bar that held shut the small door fitted into the slanting hillside.

“Is it safe?” Chelsea asked.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t think this is such a good idea, Angie.”

Angie grabbed the door handle and pulled. “But it’s the only place they haven’t looked.

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