Epilogue
It wasn’t bad as family parties went and Hannah was pleasantly surprised. Norman had gone out to the sheriff’s department open house and he’d offered to help Bill move Mike Kingston into his new apartment. Naturally, Bill had asked him to come back to the house for pizza with them and now they were all sitting around Andrea and Bill’s dining room table, munching pizza, the salad Delores had brought, and Hannah’s contribution, two pans of her Lovely Lemon Bar Cookies. She’d told everyone she thought it was appropriate to bring bars because Judith Woodley was behind them at last.
Something else had happened that made this night into a celebration. Sheriff Grant had promoted Bill to detective and he’d decided that Bill should be Mike’s partner. Mike was still Bill’s supervisor, but they would be working together on cases. Of course Sheriff Grant didn’t know anything about Hannah’s part in solving the double-homicide, and neither did Mike. Hannah had told Bill that she wanted all of the credit to go to him.
There was another thing to celebrate and it concerned Andrea’s career. Bill had decided that since Tracey loved preschool so much, it would be a shame to take her away from the friends she’d made. And since Tracey would be spending her days at Kiddie Korner, Andrea could keep right on selling real estate.
“Time for bed, Tracey.” Andrea sounded relaxed and happy as she turned to her daughter. “You’ve got school tomorrow.”
“Okay, Mommy. I can take the detective bear that Mike gave me, can’t I?”
“Sure, you can,” Bill answered her.
“But it’s a collectible,” Delores objected. “What if one of Tracey’s friends gets it dirty?”
Mike shrugged. “Then it’ll get dirty. Let her take it, Andrea. It’s not much of a present for Tracey if she can’t play with it.”
“You’re right.” Andrea smiled at him and then she turned to Tracey. “You can take it, honey. It’s okay.”
Hannah watched the exchange and it made her feel good. Perhaps Andrea was becoming a little less materialistic. She certainly was becoming more maternal. Tracey had called her “Mommy,” and Andrea hadn’t objected to the label.
After Tracey had kissed everyone good night and left to go upstairs with Andrea, Delores motioned to Hannah. “Could you help me dress another salad, dear? We’re running out.”
“Sure.” Hannah followed Delores into the kitchen, but the moment they were out of earshot, she took her mother’s arm. “Spill it, Mother.”
“Spill what, dear?”
“The reason you wanted to get me alone. We weren’t running out of salad. The bowl was half full.”
“You always were the smart one.” Delores laughed. “I just wanted to know how you felt with two men competing for you.”
Hannah reared back on her heels and gave her mother a look that would wither baby grapes on the vine. “Are you crazy, Mother? Norman isn’t interested in me that way. We’re friends, but that’s as far as it goes. And Mike Kingston certainly isn’t. He’s just being polite to his new partner’s sister-in-law.”
“I don’t think so.” Delores didn’t seem at all swayed by that argument. “Norman told Carrie that you’re the first girl he’s felt comfortable with in years.”
“That’s nice, but it doesn’t spell romance. Norman’s just as comfortable around Andrea. As a matter of fact, I think he’s even more comfortable around her. They were huddled together in the living room for a long time, discussing what color Andrea should choose for her new carpet.”
“But Andrea’s married,” Delores pointed out, “and you’re not.”
Hannah couldn’t resist teasing her mother. “That’s true. Do you think that Norman would feel even more comfortable around me if I got married?”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it!” Delores sounded as outraged as she could, given the fact she had to keep her voice down.
“Sorry, Mother. It’s just that you’re always trying to push me into marriage. I’ve told you before, I’m perfectly happy being single.”
“That’ll change when you meet the right man.” Delores seemed very certain. “I think you’ve already met him and you just haven’t realized it yet. Norman’s a very good catch.”
“You make him sound like a trout.”
“It fits, dear.” Delores looked highly amused. “Norman’s swallowed the bait. Now all you have to do is reel him in.”
Hannah laughed at the mental picture that popped into her head, and Delores joined in. When they stopped laughing, Hannah gently admonished her. “If you stop trying to set me up with every man in town, we’ll get along much better. You’ve already got a grandchild and she’s perfect. And your son-in-law just solved a double homicide and got promoted to detective. Let’s just have a good time tonight and celebrate all the good things that have happened.”
“You’re right, Hannah,” Delores agreed. “But I still think both of those men are competing for you.”
There was no stopping Delores, and Hannah was almost ready to give up the fight, but not before she fired a parting shot. “If they’re competing for me, why hasn’t either one of them asked me out?”
“Oh, they will.” Delores sounded very confident. “Before the night’s over, you’ll have two dates.”
“You think so?”
“Want to bet?”
“I don’t know. What’s in it for me when I win?”
“If you win,” Delores corrected her.
“All right, if I win.”
“I’ll buy you a new outfit. Claire has a stunning green silk suit that’ll look just lovely on you.”
Hannah had seen the green silk in Claire’s window and Delores was right: It was stunning. “You’ll never win this bet, Mother, but just for form’s sake, what do you want if you win?”
“I want you to stop wearing those awful old tennis shoes. They’re disgusting!”
“But I love them.” Hannah glanced down at her old Nikes, the most comfortable shoes she owned.
“You’ve loved them for the past five years and it’s time to give them a decent burial.” Delores gave her a challenging smile. “What are you so worried about? You just told me that I couldn’t win.”
Hannah thought about it. The probability that both Norman and Mike would ask her for a date before the night was over was too astronomical for her to calculate without using numbers with strange names like googol and googolplex. “Okay, Mother. You’ve got a bet.”
“Good.” Delores beamed at her. “Let’s put that salad together before someone comes in to ask what we’re talking about.”
When the salad was ready, Hannah carried it out to the table. Delores started bending Mike’s ear about collectible toys, and Norman and Andrea got into a discussion about textured walls and the sponge method of applying paint. That left Hannah with Bill and she knew she’d never have a better opportunity to talk to him about Coach Watson.
“Will you show me where you keep the recycle bin?” Hannah picked up her diet Coke can.
“You know where it is. It’s that yellow box in the kitchen, under the sink.”
Hannah glanced around. No one was paying any attention to them, so she grabbed Bill’s arm and leaned close. “I need to talk to you alone.”
“Oh,” Bill whispered. “Sorry, Hannah. Let’s duck into the living room.”
Once they were out of earshot, Hannah turned to him. “I need a favor, but it’s tricky.”
“Okay. What is it?”
“This isn’t official, Bill. And you can’t let anyone know that I told you.”
“I won’t say anything.”
“I know that Coach Watson has been battering Danielle. I talked to her about it, but she won’t press charges.”
“There’s nothing I can do if she won’t file a report.” Bill sighed deeply. “It’s really a shame, but my hands are tied.”
“I know. Boyd’s in therapy, but I’m still worried. I just wondered if you could keep an eye on him unofficially.”
“I can do that.”
“You can’t say anything to him. If he thinks that Danielle told anyone, he might just snap.”
“That’s been known to happen. Can I ask Mike for some advice on this?”
“Good idea.” Hannah smiled. “He must have dealt with this type of situation before. But don’t mention Boyd or Danielle by name.”
“I won’t. It’s a good thing you told me now, just in case something happens.”
Hannah shivered as she walked back into the dining room with Bill. She hadn’t known Danielle very well before Ron had been killed, but she did now, and she liked her a lot. She wished that she’d been able to do more to protect her, but Danielle was in denial and the system couldn’t work if she wouldn’t let it.
Hannah’s mood improved as they rejoined the group around the table. The conversation was lively and there was a lot of good-natured ribbing. It was one of the best parties they’d ever had, and Hannah wondered if they should always invite some extra guests to their family affairs.
Several times, as they were eating dessert and drinking coffee, Delores winked at her. Hannah winked back. Her favorite old Nikes didn’t seem to be in any danger.
Dating was the furthest thing from Hannah’s mind when she went into the kitchen to fetch the extra pan of bar cookies she’d brought and found Norman already there, waiting for her. “Hi, Norman. Are you sneaking bar cookies behind our backs?”
“No.” Norman looked very serious as he shook his head. “I was waiting for a chance to talk to you alone, Hannah. I wanted to thank you for those loan papers. My mother would thank you, too, if she knew.”
“That’s okay, Norman. I didn’t want anyone else to see them, so I just…uh…”
“Appropriated them?” Norman grinned as he supplied the word.
Hannah grinned back. “That’s right.”
“Will you have dinner with me next Friday night? We could drive to that steak place out by the lake. I really need to talk to you in private, Hannah. It’s about my mother.”
“Sure,” Hannah agreed without a second thought. “That’d be really nice, Norman.”
It wasn’t until Hannah was back in her chair that she realized Delores had won fifty percent of the bet. Norman had asked her to dinner and that counted as a date. She glanced at Mike. There was no way he’d ask her out. Her favorite shoes were secure.
The party broke up about ten. Bill and Mike had to report in at eight and Norman had an early appointment. They walked Delores out to her car, and Hannah lingered to help Andrea toss the paper plates and pizza boxes in the trash. When the cleanup was finished and Bill had set out the garbage cans for pickup the next morning, she slipped into her boots, said good night to her sister and brother-in-law, and walked through the soft white snow to her truck.
“Hannah?”
“Hi, Mike.” Hannah was surprised to see Mike Kingston leaning up against the hood of her truck. “I thought you’d left.”
“Not yet. I wanted to talk to you, Hannah.”
His voice sounded stressed and Hannah began to frown. “Sure. What is it?”
“I like you, Hannah.”
Hannah was confused. What did liking her have to do with anything? “I like you, too, Mike.”
“And I’d like to get to know you better.”
Hannah began to suspect that something she hadn’t thought would happen was happening. “I’d like to know you better, too.”
Mike grinned and his whole face lit up. “That’s a relief. I just moved here, so I don’t know what there is to do on the weekends, but if I can come up with something good, how about going out with me on Saturday night?”
Hannah was so stunned her mouth dropped open. “You’re asking me to go out this Saturday night?”
“That’s right. We can find something to do in Lake Eden, can’t we?”
“Sure, we can.” Visions of satin sheets and feather pillows flitted through Hannah’s head for a split second, but she pushed them firmly out of her mind. It was just that Mike was so handsome and sexy. And she was so…available.
Mike grinned again. ‘’I guess I’d better hit the road. Six o’clock comes pretty early.”
“Six?” Hannah’s eyebrows shot up. “I thought you didn’t have to be at the station until eight.”
“I don’t, but my new place has a gym and I like to work out in the mornings. Do you want me to follow you home?”
Hannah pushed another image from her mind. She didn’t think Mike had meant that. “Why would you want to follow me home?”
“I can think of several reasons, but we’d better not get into that now. I just meant that I was concerned for your safety. You’re all alone and it’s dark.”
“I’ll be perfectly safe, Mike. This is Lake Eden. We don’t have any crime here.”
“You don’t count a double homicide as a crime?” Mike started to laugh.
Hannah laughed too, even though the joke was on her. “You’ve got a good point, but that was the exception rather than the rule. I’ll be just fine. You should go home and get some sleep.”
“I will.” Mike turned to walk to his car. He climbed in, started the engine, and then rolled down the window. “I’ll call you at work tomorrow and we’ll set a time for our date.”
“I’ll be there all day.” Hannah waved as he drove off. She was sliding in, behind the wheel of her Suburban, when his last words sank in. She’d just accepted a date with Mike Kingston.
“Uh-oh!” Hannah frowned as she reached out and grabbed the sneakers that she’d tossed on the passenger seat. She got out of her truck, marched over to one of the garbage cans that Bill had set out for the morning pickup, and hoped that Delores would appreciate what she was about to do. She had a date with Norman, and she had a date with Mike. They’d both asked her out before the night was over, and she’d never welshed on a bet in her life.
Two dates in one night—not bad at all! Hannah’s frown changed to a grin as she lifted the lid and dropped her very favorite five-year-old pair of Nikes inside.
Lovely Lemon Bar Cookies
Preheat oven to 350° F, rack in the middle position.
2 cups flour (no need to sift)
1 cup cold butter (2 sticks, ? pound)
? cup powdered (confectioners’) sugar (no need to sift, unless it’s got big lumps)
4 beaten eggs (just whip them up with a fork)
2 cups white (granulated) sugar
8 tablepoons lemon juice (? cup)
1 teaspoon or so of zest (optional) (zest is finely grated lemon peel)
? teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
4 Tablespoons flour (that’s ? cup—don’t bother to sift)
Cut each stick of butter into eight pieces. Zoop it up with the flour and the powdered sugar in a food processor until it looks like coarse cornmeal (just like the first step in making a piecrust). Spread it out in a greased 9 x 13 inch pan (that’s a standard sheet cake pan) and pat it down with your hands.
Bake at 350 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes, or until golden around the edges. Remove from oven. (Don’t turn off oven!)
Mix eggs with white sugar. Add lemon juice (and zest, if you want to use it). Add salt and baking powder and mix. Then add flour and mix thoroughly. (This will be runny—it’s supposed to be.)
Pour this mixture on top of the pan you just baked and stick it back into the oven. Bake at 350 degrees F. for another 30 to 35 minutes. Then remove from the oven and sprinkle on additional powdered sugar.
Let cool thoroughly and cut into brownie-sized bars.
Brought these to the pizza party following Mike Kingston’s move, the day after Bill solved the double-homicide case and got his promotion. (I’m a good sister-in-law. I gave him every speck of the credit.)
Index of Cookie Recipes
Chocolate Chip Crunch Cookies
Regency Ginger Crisps
Pecan Chews
Black and Whites
Chocolate-Covered Cherry Delights
Old-Fashioned Sugar Cookies
Lovely Lemon Bar Cookies
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The Cookie Jar
Lake Eden, MN
Joanne Fluke
Hannah Swensen Mystery Series
Kensington Publishing Corporation
New York, NY
Dear Joanne,
It seems like forever since I’ve seen you, now that you’ve packed up and moved to Southern California. When are you coming back to Lake Eden for a visit? You have friends here, you know. And I really miss our morning coffee at The Cookie Jar.
I’m so glad you’re finally telling Candy’s story! I was surprised you didn’t write about it when it actually happened, only two weeks after I helped Bill solve his first double homicide case, but I guess you were busy writing the other books in my biography.
Now that I think about it, I believe I know why you waited so long to write Candy’s story. It’s because there’s no murder. Just think about it, Jo…you’ve written about murder in every single book. It’s even in every title! There’s this one, Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder, and Strawberry Shortcake Murder, Blueberry Muffin Murder, Lemon Meringue Pie Murder, Fudge Cupcake Murder, Sugar Cookie Murder, Peach Cobbler Murder, Cherry Cheesecake Murder, and Key Lime Pie Murder. It doesn’t take an advanced degree in clinical psychology to realize that you’re obsessing about homicide. Even Mayor Bascomb noticed. Now, both of us know that Lake Eden is a very nice place to live. And while it’s true that we have a lot of homicides for such a small town, we don’t want people to get the idea that it’s the murder capital of the world, do we? One other thing…could you make it perfectly clear that I don’t enjoy finding dead bodies, despite what Mother thinks?
Thank you for doing such a good job of chronicling my life, and thanks again for writing about Candy. I’m just glad that we could solve the puzzle of her identity. Now I’ve got to run. Moishe is yowling for me to fill his food bowl, the phone is ringing off the hook (it’s probably Mother,) and I’m late for work at The Cookie Jar. You lived here long enough to know that time never slows down in Lake Eden, unless you happen to be on Old Lake Road stuck behind a snowplow.
Hannah Swensen
P.S. How about making me ten pounds thinner in the next book? I’d really appreciate it!
CANDY FOR CHRISTMAS
Joanne Fluke