Bake, Battle & Roll (14 page)

Lexy’s heart pounded against her ribs as she followed Nans inside. She looked around at the tables—crockpots were simmering and the tent smelled deliciously like molasses and spices. She noticed Chef Marchesi had all the most expensive equipment from the stainless steel crockpots to the high tech convection ovens. Everything was top notch right down to the premium mahogany handled knife set.

Lexy’s stomach lurched and she sucked in a breath as she stared at the knife set … the handles were identical to the knife she’d seen sticking out of Dugasse’s chest.

“What is it?” Nans turned to her.

“This knife set—it matches the one that killed Dugasse.” Lexy pointed to the set. “And it’s missing the chef’s knife.”

“It’s too bad you’re so nosey.” 

Lexy whirled toward the sound of the familiar voice, her heart jerking in her chest when she saw who it was. 

Brad Meltzer … and he had a gun pointed right at Nans.

Chapter Twenty

Lexy’s heart hammered in her chest. Too late, she realized they’d made a mistake coming into the closed off tent—no one could see them. But would they hear her over the din of the event if she screamed?

“Don’t even think about screaming or the old lady gets it,” Brad said as if reading her mind.

“Old lady?” Nans bristled at Brad.

“Shut it!

Brad let out a low whistle and a flap on the other side of the tent opened. A large man wheeled in dollies stacked with boxes and burlap sacks. Lexy’s blood froze when she recognized him as the man with the plaid shirt in the picture—the killer.

Nans, Ida, Ruth and Helen stood frozen in their tracks

Lexy’s heart jerked as Brad started toward the ladies. She lunged toward Brad to prevent him from getting to them, but plaid shirt came at her from the left. She turned to the left, leaping at him to catch him off guard but he lowered his head and smashed into her mid-section sending her plummeting to the ground.

She kicked out and heard a grunt as her foot connected with hard bone. His knee. It merely slowed him for a second and he reached out and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back.

Lexy felt his arm squeeze around her neck as her clouding vision registered Brad advancing on Nans and the ladies. She struggled against him but he was like a brick house.

She tried to cry out for Brad not to hurt Nans but the hold on her throat was too tight. 

And then everything went dark.

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Lexy opened her eyes but she couldn’t see a thing. 

She was rolled up in something and she was moving. Then, the movement stopped. She strained to hear something—anything—that would give her a clue as to where she was but all she could hear was the sound of her heart thumping in her ears and heavy clanking metal. Like chains.

Next thing she knew she was falling, a fall which ended in an explosion of pain in her right shoulder and hip. Then the sound of a door slamming shut and more metal clanking.

Where was she?

She tried to sit up but was restrained by whatever it was that held her. She wiggled, feeling the course fabric that was loosely around her. Raising her hands up, she realized she wasn’t rolled up in something … she was in a burlap sack! 

Fumbling for the top, she managed to push it open and poke her head through. She was in what looked like some sort of dark, windowless shack. She could barely make out four large sacks lying beside her.

Nans!

She wriggled out of her sack and ran over to the one beside her. She could hear grunts from inside and see movement—at least they were alive. She undid the strings and looked in.

“Where the hell are we?” Nans blinked up at her.

“I have no idea. In some building.”

“Hey, help me out of here,” A muffled voice said from one of the other sacks and Lexy rushed over to free Ruth while Nans unwrapped Ida. Helen managed to get out of hers by herself and they all stood looking around.

“What is this place?” Ruth asked.

“Anyone have a light?” 

Helen rummaged in her purse, producing a box of matches. Lexy took them, striking one against the side. The smell of sulfur spiced the air and the match provided a swatch of light which Lexy used to look around the place. 

“It’s some sort of storage shed.” She walked toward the rows of shelving looking at the boxes. Bringing the match closer to a box, she read the writing … her heart seized and she dropped the match stepping on it as fast as she could.

“Shit!”

“Lexy, dear. There’s no need for that kind of language,” Nans said.

“This place is full of fireworks! I could have blown us up.” Lexy’s hand shook as she picked up the match.

“Oh, this must be where they store the fireworks. I think the ones they are using for tonight are already setup though so these must be extra,” Ruth said.

“Why do you think they brought us here?” Ida asked.

“I heard Brad say something about getting us out of the way until after the contest when they can dispose of us.” Helen rubbed her hands on her upper arms.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not going to wait for them to come and
dispose
of us,” Nans said.

“Let’s see if we can ram the door open.” Ruth went over to the door and pushed her shoulder against it. It didn’t budge.

“Let me try.” Lexy took a few running steps and leapt into the door. It opened a tiny crack, but the door was solid and secured by something. She remembered the sound of metal chains.

“I think it’s chained shut. We’ll never get it open.” Lexy felt her stomach drop. How were they going to get out of there?

Lexy pressed her ear to the door. She couldn’t hear anything.

“Does anyone know how far we are from the field?”

A chorus of “no’s” answered her.

She pounded on the door. “Help!” 

Ida stared at her. “Lexy, I doubt anyone can hear us. The killers aren’t
that
stupid … are they?”

“Wait a minute.” Nans turned around and squinted at the shelves. “Gimme those matches … I want to see what we have to work with here.”

“No way. You could blow this thing sky high and us with it!” Lexy shoved the match box into her pocket.

“How about we just use the flashlight app on my cell phone?” Ruth held out her phone and everyone stared at her.

Lexy felt her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “You have a cellphone? We can just call someone for help!”

“Oh right.” Ruth fiddled with the phone. “Ughh … no cell service.”

“Damn!”

“Shine the flashlight over here,” Nans said.

Ruth pointed the end of her cell phone at the shelf and a beam of light illuminated the boxes. Nans walked down the rows, telling Ruth where to point. Finally she found a box she liked and picked some firecrackers out of it, then brought them back to the front of the shed.

“Ida do you have a tube of lipstick?” Nans asked.

“Sure.” Ida rummaged in her purse, then produced a gold colored metal lipstick.

“Thanks,” Nans said. “Does anyone have any duct tape?”

Helen reached into her purse. “Right here.”

Nans grabbed the duct tape and Lexy watched in fascination as she ripped the lipstick out of its container and threw it on the floor.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Ida frowned down at the lipstick. “That’s my favorite shade—coral passion.”

“All for a good cause,” Nans said as she ripped open the fireworks pouring the powder into the lipstick container top, then jamming the bottom on. “Lexy, see if you can find a nail and something hard to pierce a hole in this.”

“Oh, I have some nails in my purse,” Ruth offered.

Lexy found a large rock in the corner and set the lipstick on the floor. She took a nail from Ruth and balanced it on top, then bashed it with the rock to pierce through the metal.

“Perfect.” Nans ripped off some duct tape with her teeth and used it to seal the tube closed, then she threaded the fuse from the fireworks into the hole Lexy had made in the top.

Nans held the modified lipstick out to show them. “Well, who wants to light it?”

“Light it? That thing could blow us up!” Lexy stepped back.

Nans waved her hand. “Oh, don’t be silly. There’s not a lot in here. I figure we wedge it in the crack of the door and it will be enough to blow the lock off and we can get out of here.”

Lexy felt her stomach drop as she looked at Ruth, Ida and Helen. It sounded dangerous to her, but waiting around for Brad and plaid shirt seemed pretty dangerous too. 

“Okay.” she shrugged and cracked the door open. “Stick it in.”

Nans stuck the lipstick in the crack and Lexy let go so the force of the door would hold it in place. 

“You guys stand back.” She motioned to the other side of the room as she took the matches from her pocket. 

Holding her breath, she struck the match then backed up as far away from the lipstick as she could while still being able to touch the match to the fuse. Her heart leapt into her throat as it caught and she ran back to where Nans and the ladies were huddled. She turned away from the door and covered her ears.

Boom!

The door blew open and the five of them tumbled out of the shack coughing and batting at the thick smoke that hung in the air.

Lexy tilted her head to the side, trying to get the ringing in her ears to stop. It started to subside, but was replaced with a low drone which got louder and louder until she realized what it was … motorcycles!

Rat, Snake, Weasel, Bug and Spike came roaring out of the woods behind them.

“Get on! Marchesi’s getting away!”

Lexy looked at Nans and the ladies who shrugged and then hopped on the back of the motorcycles as they raced off in the direction of the chili contest.

Lexy looked back over her shoulder as they sped off and her heart clenched.

“The shed door, it’s on fire!” she shouted.

Rat glanced back over his shoulder but kept racing forward. “We don’t have time to go back. Marchesi’s making a run for it!”

Chapter Twenty One

Lexy felt the sting of bugs smacking her face as they raced over to a wooded patch directly behind Marchesi’s tent. As they approached, she could see the fat chef, Brad and the guy in the plaid shirt making a run across the field toward the woods.

Something moved at the edge of the contest area and Lexy’s eyes widened when she saw Detectives Payne and Wells racing across the field along with another uniformed officer after Marchesi.

Rat and the gang pushed their bikes to go even faster and Lexy felt her heartbeat racing along with her as they gained on the chef. 

Marchesi was getting closer to the woods but Payne was gaining ground as Lexy and the bikers flew out into the clearing. They aimed their bikes toward Marchesi who jerked his head over his shoulder in their direction, his mouth forming a surprised ‘O’ as he saw the five motorcycles racing toward him.

With a final push, the motorcycles flew across the field and circled around Marchesi and his accomplices preventing their escape. Marchesi dodged and weaved trying to make it to the woods but the bikes were too quick for him and cut him off at every turn. 

And then, just when Lexy thought she’d seen it all, Detective Payne made a running leap. He flew through the air in a colorful blur of pastel shirt and plaid pants, landing right on Marchesi and bringing the big chef to the ground.

Wells and the uniformed officer wrestled with Brad and the third man while Payne whipped out his handcuffs and locked them on Marchesi’s wrist.

“Chef Martino Marchesi … you’re under arrest for the murder of Alain Dugasse.”

Lexy jumped off the bike and approached Payne. “So, he really is the killer?”

“Not the actual killer, but the mastermind behind it.” Payne turned to Brad and the other man. “And those are his accomplices.”

“So one of them killed Dugasse?”

Payne nodded. “Marchesi sent Brad to work in the kitchen in order to get close to Dugasse and try to get the recipe. When it became clear that wasn’t going to work, and Marchesi’s threats didn’t scare the chef, Brad lured Dugasse out to the dumpster somehow where the other gentleman was waiting to kill him.”

Lexy felt a shiver despite the warm weather. The killer had been out there lurking behind the dumpster that morning and anyone could have stumbled across him.

“I think Brad might have been trying to frame you for it,” Payne said to Lexy.

“Yeah, and for a while it seemed like you were going to believe him.” Lexy narrowed her eyes at Payne. “So how did you figure out what really happened?” 

“Actually, it was all thanks to you.” Payne stood, heaving Marchesi up off the ground. “After our talk the other day, I had you followed … you led us right to the clues in Marchesi’s tent.”

“The knife set?”

“Yep, that and the scrap of fabric your grandmother found tied the whole case together. Then we just waited for him to come back to the tent here to arrest him. He ran as soon as he saw us but … well, you know the rest.”

“So you knew we were here in the tent? Why didn’t you help us?” Lexy fisted her hands on her hips. 

Did Payne actually let Brad kidnap them?

“Unfortunately, my guy lost you, so I didn’t know you had been kidnapped until these gentlemen here called me.” Payne thrust his chin toward Rat and Snake. “Surely you don’t think I’d
let
the bad guys kidnap you and your grandmother?”

Lexy frowned.
Would he?

“Wait. How did Rat and Snake know we got kidnapped?”

Rat overheard her and walked over. “We got worried when you guys didn’t come back so we did a little snooping around. We saw Brad and that other guy bringing some really big sacks of beans to the shed.” 

Snake joined them. “We thought that was pretty strange and after we asked around and found out it was the fireworks storage it clicked in that they had put you in the sacks!”

Rat laughed. “But it looks like you guys didn’t really need us to rescue you.”

Lexy felt the corners of her mouth curl and she looked at her grandmother. “Yeah, Nans and the ladies have a lot of tricks up their sleeves … or should I say, in their purses.”