How to Bake a Murder by K J Emrick

Author:K J Emrick [Emrick, K J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: South Coast Publishing
Published: 2016-07-26T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Clarissa moped all through dinner then went to her room. When Cookie checked on her, she was asleep with the light off.

Getting into her pajamas she settled into bed, Cream jumping up beside her. It wasn’t long before he was snoring contentedly against her foot. He was such a good dog. Everyone in town could forsake her, if they felt like it, but Cream would always be there for her.

When she came back to the bakery from Jessica’s, she’d opened up again for a few hours, with only a few people coming and going. It could have been that she was closed earlier so everyone just assumed she’d be closed all day. It might have been that people were avoiding her even more now that Julien’s death had been officially labelled a homicide. The big write-up in the local paper—on page one, thank you very much—certainly wasn’t going to help business for her. But, she couldn’t let herself be bothered by it. She’d be here, selling her cupcakes and cookies, until the Grim Reaper himself came to get her.

Careful what you wish for, she reminded herself.

No, it wasn’t the decline in her customers that bothered her tonight. What did bother her, was that she hadn’t heard from Jerry all day.

Men. Worm their way into your heart, and then disappear. Was he going to be just like her husband? Like every serious boyfriend she’d ever had? That thought soured her mood, but she shook that off, too. There were more important things to worry about now.

Well, that wasn’t really true. Top of her list right now was finding out how Jerry really felt about her. The thing of it was, unless he appeared next to her in the bed right now that was one mystery she’d have to save for tomorrow.

Heh. Her cheeks heated, thinking of him just popping into the bed with her. Hmm. That’d let her know how he felt for sure. If she were ten years younger…

Ahem.

Booting up her laptop, she opened up a search engine and then stared at the blinking cursor. Where to begin?

The high school. Widow’s Rest did not have its own high school. It was too small a town and shared services like that with the towns nearby. Same with fire and ambulance services. The nearest hospital was three towns over, in Bridgefield.

Morton Central School, in Mattysdale, was where the kids from Widow’s Rest had always gone. So Cookie typed in Morton High School. The home page came up with a picture of the red brick building and two smiling students standing in front of a row of adults who must be teachers. Yes. Just how she remembered it from when Madison had gone there.

Cream snuffled in his sleep while she navigated the site until she found a tab that showed pictures from the previous years’ graduating classes. It took her a few tries to nail the right year, but when she found it, there was Julien, and Jessica, and Belvedere.

In football uniforms.

Julien and Belvedere looked fierce in their varsity uniforms.

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