Mango Madness Murder by Durand Carol & Prescott Summer

Author:Durand, Carol & Prescott, Summer [Durand, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Culinary, Cozy, Thriller & Suspense
Publisher: Maven Publishing Co.
Published: 2015-08-10T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Missy had been working off her angst by baking non-stop, and had just turned off the mixer in the kitchen at the LaChance shop, when she heard Cheryl call out, “Ms. G!” from the front. Hearing the distress in her manager’s voice, Missy sprinted to the front of the store, narrowly missed by an object that went flying by her head.

She saw Cheryl cowering in a corner behind the counter, covered in cupcake and frosting and was startled when a Purple People Pleaser cupcake splatted against the side of her head. Her gaze found the source of the barrage, a very angry Mrs. Kingsman. She had positioned herself next to all of the top-of-the-counter covered glass plates and was firing fresh cupcakes at Cheryl, Missy, and anything in her path as hard as she could.

“Mrs. Kingsman!” Missy scolded. “Stop it right now,” she ducked as a series of three cupcakes in a row headed her way. “I know you must be upset, but this is not how adults handle these things,” she popped up to say, then ducked again as Celia Kingsman reloaded.

“Your dreadful little punk-rocker employee killed my Chester,” she screamed, red-faced.

“No, he didn’t Mrs. Kingsman, I promise you that,” Missy stuck her head up for a bit too long and got thwacked right in the forehead with an Apple Caramel Crisp cupcake, the sticky topping gluing her curls to her face. Brushing aside the mess, she tried again. “This isn’t going to solve anything, please stop,” she pleaded, really not wanting to have to call the police.

“I’m not going to stop until I feel better, and that could take a while,” Celia shrieked. “Chester may have been a fat, pompous, jerk, but he was all I had,” she seemed to deflate, still holding two cupcakes in each hand.

“I know, and I’m really, terribly sorry for your loss, but it had nothing to do with Grayson or my store, so why don’t you just put those cupcakes down and go home and we’ll forget this ever happened, okay?” Missy spoke softly, trying to calm the agitated widow.

“Never,” she raged, plowing Missy squarely in the face with a Margarita Madness cupcake.

Just then, as Missy stood there, too stunned to move, wiping frosting out of her eyes and hair, the bell over the door jangled, distracting Mrs. Kingsman from her task as Chas walked in. Quick to assess the situation, he walked right up the the widow, his hands held out in a conciliatory manner.

“Okay, now, let’s all just calm down,” he said, in a slow, soothing voice.

“Everyone needs to stop telling me to calm down,” Celia Kingsman screeched. “You calm down!” she hissed between her teeth, crushing the remaining cupcakes in her hands into the front of the detective’s Savile Row suit. Even before inheriting a third of his late father’s fortune, Chas had always dressed well. This one would make his dry cleaner really wonder. “Take that!” she said as her parting shot and stormed from the shop.

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