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“As a matter of fact, you do, but it’s nothing as trivial as that.” That’s when I realized that he shouldn’t be working the night shift at all. There was only one explanation for that. “What did you do to get on the Chief’s bad side?”

After a brief hesitation, he said, “I made a crack about his disappearing waistline he didn’t care for,” Officer Grant admitted. Ever since Chief Martin had been dating my mother, he’d been on a constant diet, and so far, he’d lost two pants sizes, with no end in sight.

“And he punished you for that? I figured he’d be pleased that you noticed.”

“Not so much. At least not the way he overheard me talking to another cop. Don’t sweat it. It’ll all blow over soon enough, but until it does, I’m riding a desk. Now, you didn’t call here to listen to my problems. What can I do for you, if it’s worse than a set of lost keys?”

“Somebody decided to redecorate Donut Hearts for me without even asking.” Just talking to him on the telephone made me feel better somehow. I would have called Jake first if he’d been in town, but he was in Spruce Pine, and I knew that the cell phone reception in the mountain town was spotty at best with his particular carrier.

“They didn’t break your front window again, did they?”

“No,” I said as I looked at the intact glass. At least there was that. “They did chuck a half-full bucket of paint on it though, and the brick exterior, too.”

That got his attention. “Is the bucket still there? We might be able to get some fingerprints off of it.”

I looked toward the bucket again, and that’s when I noticed something else. “I can do better than that,” I said. “There’s a set of footprints in the paint where whoever did it ran off. I just found them.”

“Don’t do anything crazy, Suzanne. I’ll be right there.”

“Can I at least go inside the shop and wait for you there?” I asked.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” he said. “Why don’t you go sit in your Jeep until I get there so I can have a look around?”

I laughed. “We both know those flimsy windows I’ve got wouldn’t stop a determined chipmunk, let alone a killer. I’ll be all right where I am until you get here.”

“Just stay out of sight, okay? It would be crazy to take any chances. I’m on my way.”

“I’ve got nowhere else I need to be right now except inside making donuts,” I said, and then realized that I had dead air on the other end of the line.

The police station was just down the road, so I figured that it wouldn’t take Officer Grant long to get there. I decided to compromise somewhat, and moved away from the shop a few yards. Okay, I admit that my path of retreat led me beside the footprints I’d first seen in the spilled paint, and my flashlight tended to follow them with eerie precision, but I was careful not to step in the paint, so did he really have anything to complain about if he found me doing a little snooping on my own? It was a cool early morning, with winter just done. Folks still ate donuts in the spring, but certainly not as many as they did when the weather turned chilly. Besides, I liked a nip in the air, which was one of the many reasons I’d refused to move to LA with my ex-husband, Max, the Great Impersonator, when we’d been together. Give me the changing of the seasons, and I was a happy gal.

As I searched to see where the footsteps led, the impromptu path got harder and harder to see, and unfortunately, soon enough the paint trail ended half a dozen steps toward the park. By the time Officer Grant showed up, I’d lost them completely.

He had his squad car lights all blazing, but at least he hadn’t used his siren on his way there. I’d had more than enough of that kind of attention in the past, and I didn’t need any more of it ever again.

I met him at the patrol car, shielding my eyes from the bright light. It was quite a change from my flashlight, with its dying beam barely able to light my way back to my vehicle. I’d have to remember to get new batteries for it. With only a few seconds of feeble light left, I shut it off and threw it onto the passenger seat of the Jeep.

“Where did you just go?” Officer Grant asked as he scanned the donut shop and the land around it with the monstrous flashlight-weapon combination in his hand. Honest to goodness, it was big enough to bring down a bear. He might have to do just that someday, since there had been a few bear sightings around the area over the past few months. It shouldn’t have surprised anyone, as far as I was concerned. It just made sense to me. After all, we were developing more and more of the woodlands creatures’ natural habitat, so why was everyone so shocked when they started invading our turf?

“I followed the yellow brick road,” I admitted as I pointed to the tracks. “Well, it’s not a road exactly, it’s more like a path, but it’s yellow; there’s no denying it.”

Officer Grant fought back a grin, but I could still see it. This was serious police business; at least that was the way that he was treating it. I kept my other quips to myself as I asked, “May I go start on the donuts now while you search out here? I’m kind of tight on time because of the delay.” I’d cut the shop’s hours, working on donuts from three to six in the kitchen, selling them from six until eleven, and then cleaning up after everyone else went home. It made the day more reasonable, and I almost felt as though I could actually have a life of my own outside the donut shop, as much as I loved being there.

He considered it for a moment or two, and then nodded. “I can’t see what it would hurt. Go on in. Lock up when you get inside, and I’ll knock when I’m finished here.”

I smiled my thanks and moved inside after unlocking the front door and carefully avoiding the spilled paint as I walked, though I knew it was dry. I noticed that the door handle had a splatter of yellow paint on it as well, and I was glad that the vandal hadn’t had any red paint at his disposal. I wasn’t sure I’d be as flip as I was being now if it had looked as though the front of my shop had been covered in blood.

Once I was inside, I flipped on the coffee pot and turned on the fryer, checked the messages on the machine, and then got started on the batter for the cake donuts. Nan wasn’t due to report for another half hour, so I still had some time to myself.

I was so focused on making donuts that I barely heard Officer Grant as he pounded on the front door fifteen minutes later.

I opened the door and let him in, noting that he too had stepped over the dried paint. “Find anybody out there?” I asked as I locked the door back behind him.

“No, and the tracks died before I could trace them any farther into the park. They stopped before I even got to Trish’s Boxcar Grill, so unless we find a pair of yellow-stained shoes somewhere, we’re out of luck.”

“What about fingerprints on the bucket?” I asked. “Do you think you’ll be able to find any there?”

He shrugged. “I’ve already bagged it, but I wouldn’t count on us having much luck. Unless the vandal is in our system, it will be impossible to track him down.”

“Do you think it was a man, too?” I asked.

“Absolutely.” He smiled at me as he asked, “Why do you think so?”

“Well, the shoe size, for one thing,” I admitted. “Unless it was a really big woman I don’t want to mess with, it had to be a guy.”

He grinned at me. “Dead on, Suzanne. Keep that up, and you’ll earn your Junior Detective badge yet.” His smile faded quickly as he pointed outside. “I’m afraid it’s a real mess out there. I don’t have a clue how you’re going to be able to clean it all up.”

“Hey, as long as no one got hurt, I’m counting my blessings,” I said. “Would you like some coffee before you go?”

He stifled a yawn, and then nodded. “I probably should say no, but honestly, that would be great.”

I fixed him up with a cup to go, and then let him out the front door.

I’d be able to better assess things once it was daylight, but in the meantime, I had donuts to make. There was nothing I could do about what had happened, but I could do my job, and people around here depended on me. Letting them down wasn’t going to happen.

 

ST. MARTIN’S PAPERBACKS TITLES
BY JESSICA BECK

Glazed Murder

Fatally Frosted

Sinister Sprinkles

Evil Éclairs

Tragic Toppings

Killer Crullers

Drop Dead Chocolate

Critical Acclaim for
Jessica Beck’s Donut Shop Mysteries

“A delight. Suzanne Hart is a lovable amateur sleuth who has a hilariously protective mother
and
great donut recipes! Readers will have a blast with this book.”

—Diane Mott Davidson,
New York Times
bestselling author of
Fatally Flaky

“A tribute to comfort food and to the comfort of small-town life. With great donut recipes!”

—Joanna Carl, author of
The Chocolate Cupid Killings

“If you like donuts—and who doesn’t?—you’ll love this mystery. It’s like a trip to your favorite coffee shop, but without the calories!”

—Leslie Meier, author of the Lucy Stone mysteries
New Year’s Eve Murder
and
Wedding Day Murder

“The perfect comfort read: a delicious murder, a likeable heroine, quirky Southern characters—and donut recipes!”

—Rhys Bowen, Agatha and Anthony award–winning author of the Molly Murphy and Royal Spyness mysteries

“A yummy new treat in the culinary mystery genre. Skillfully weaving donut recipes throughout a well-plotted story, the author proves that life after divorce can be sweet; all you need are good friends, your own business, and comfort food. Delicious!”

—Tamar Myers, author of
Death of a Rug Lord
and
The Cane Mutiny

“A clever plotted cozy mystery with a wonderful small Southern town …
Fatally Frosted
is a great follow-up to
Glazed Murder
. Suzanne is a great heroine. Ms. Beck has a sure-fire winner!”


Fresh Fiction

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

DROP DEAD CHOCOLATE

Copyright © 2012 by Jessica Beck.

Excerpt from
Powdered Peril
copyright © 2012 by Jessica Beck.

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eISBN: 9781429952996

St. Martin’s Paperbacks edition / May 2012

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