Deadly Chocolate Addiction

Book 6: Death by Chocolate

by Sally Berneathy

Genres: Animal Cozy Mysteries; Female Sleuths

Synopsis

A chocoholic comes to Death by Chocolate, praises Lindsay’s desserts and intimidates her ex, Rickhead. The mysterious man is her new best friend. She gives him a complimentary box of desserts. After he’s gone, she finds a small brass key under his plate. Surely he’ll return for more chocolate and the key.

But he’s murdered, and the Death by Chocolate box leads police to Lindsay. Is his death connected to the blonde in four-inch heels who demands to talk to Lindsay about her relationship with the woman’s husband? Who is her husband? Fred? For all Lindsay knows, he could be married, could be a bigamist or even a trigamist. He is an over-achiever.

Lindsay’s life is spinning out of control with lots of questions and no answers. Is the key a clue to the murder? What does it hide that makes it important enough for someone to kill Lindsay to get it?

 

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Release date: February 28, 2017

Print pages: 261

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Chapter One

My ex walked through the door of Death by Chocolate at ten minutes before three o’clock. Too early for me to close, only a few customers remaining. I couldn’t lock him out and I couldn’t claim to be too busy to talk to him.

He wanted something. He always wants something and he usually gets it. He’s a good salesman. An awful human being but a really good salesman.

On the far side of the room, Paula handed a check to the one couple remaining at the tables. I stood behind the counter watching the last guy there finish his sandwich. I didn’t mind watching him. He was hot in a subdued kind of way. Tall, tanned, angular features, but in spite of his casual gray knit shirt and slacks, he could have come straight from a business meeting.

Rick paused inside the door. His blue gaze—a blue as close to the color of the prairie sky as contacts could make it—focused on me.

I focused my attention on the man at the counter. “Can I get you some dessert?”

“Absolutely.” He looked over my shoulder at the chalk board menu. “What do you recommend?”

Rick took a seat two stools down from my customer.

“Have you been here before?” I asked the man.

His lips tilted upward in an expression almost but not quite a smile and his dark eyes turned hazy. “Years ago, when this place was still Percy’s Bar and Grill, I used to come here a lot. It was more bar than grill in those days. Very different menu.”

“Percy’s Bar and Grill. Yeah, I remember seeing that name as a previous owner when I bought this place. That was a while ago. I’ve been here for five years, and it was vacant before that.” Vacant and kind of a mess. Rick got me a good deal. I suppose I should give him credit for that, but he used up that credit a long time ago. “Was there really a Percy?” I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep the conversation going so I could avoid Rick as long as possible.

Percy’s former patron nodded. “There was. A short guy with white hair and beard. Friendly enough until somebody got out of hand. Story was, he was a Green Beret in Viet Nam. He never talked about it, but watching the way he dealt with anybody who got out of line, I’d say the story was true.”

“I had no idea this place had such a colorful history.”

He smiled for real this time. The expression softened the rough angles of his face. “Your place is definitely a change for the better. I like the smell of cookies and brownies better than the smell of cigarettes and stale beer.” He looked up at the menu board again. “So, back to dessert. What do you think?”

“For a first timer, I suggest the chocolate chip cookies. We’re known for those. We have them with or without nuts, regular or gluten free.”

“Sounds great. I’ll have one with nuts and gluten.”

“Good choice.” I served him a large cookie from the display case on the end of the counter.

He took a bite, chewed, and rolled his eyes in ecstasy. “That’s really good.”

“I could use one of those.” Rick’s smile beamed from one side of his face to the other. It was so brilliant, it almost flowed into his sun streaked hair…hair that stayed streaked even during the winter months when there was no sun.

I took another cookie from the case, set it on a plate, and shoved it down the counter toward him.

He caught the plate as it slid by. “How are you today, Lindsay?”

You know those anonymous phone calls that begin with How are you today? You know immediately it’s an annoying sales call. Rick wrote the training manual for those folks.

“I’m fine, thank you. Kind of busy.” I gathered up dirty plates and took them to the kitchen. It was only a brief escape. Rick wasn’t going away easily.

Paula met me in the kitchen with her load of dishes. “Let me know if you need help.” She scraped the food from the plates and set them in the sink then picked up a chef’s knife and lifted an eyebrow.

I laughed.

Paula’s tiny, seven inches shorter and several pounds lighter than I am. I’m a fierce red-head, she’s a peaceful blonde. She’s a mother, I own a cat. Well, a cat owns me. Paula’s soft-spoken, I shout insults with the best of them. But Paula’s the one to be scared of. Just ask her ex-husband who now resides in prison.

“Did the people at the table leave?” I asked.

She nodded. “Everybody’s gone except your guy munching on his cookie and, of course, Rick.”

“If I can’t get rid of Rick in the next five minutes, you’re welcome to swoop in with that knife and cut off his…um…hand.”

She turned the knife from side to side, studied the blade, and smiled sweetly. Rick would never know what hit him.

I returned to him and my customer.

The guy who once drank alcoholic beverages in my shop before it was my shop looked up from his empty dessert plate. “That was the best chocolate chip cookie I’ve ever eaten.”

“Thank you.” I reached for his plate.

He held onto it. “I’ll have a piece of your chocolate du jour, the Chocolate Caramel Shortbread.”

“Sure thing.” The guy was tall, dark and handsome to begin with, and he was getting handsomer with every dessert. Yes, Adam Trent is my one and only, but I do like to see a man enjoy my chocolate. I gave him a square of Chocolate Caramel Shortbread.

“Lindsay.” Rick had crumbled about half his cookie, but he wasn’t eating it. He doesn’t really care for chocolate. That alone should have told me marrying him was not a good idea.

I moved slowly, reluctantly, down the counter to stand in front of him. “What do you want?”

“Robin said she’d like for you and your cop boyfriend to meet us for dinner one evening.”

“No, she didn’t say any such thing. That’s totally your idea.”

He smiled again. I swear sparks brightened his hair that time. “Maybe. But it’s a good idea. She likes you.”

“And I like her.” First time I’d been able to say that about any of his revolving door list of girlfriends. “She’s intelligent, attractive, nice. She’ll leave you before long.”

Rick didn’t bat an eye at the insult. When he’s closing in on a sale, he ignores anything that might get in his way.

“We’ll go to Pierpont’s, my treat.”

“No.” I got closer than I really wanted to get to him and lowered my voice so my customer couldn’t hear the melodrama. “Going to dinner with my ex-husband, his new girlfriend, and my boyfriend is beyond creepy. That’s not going to happen. Just tell me what you want, I’ll say no, you’ll leave, and we can save a lot of time.”

Rick leaned forward, so close I could smell his expensive cologne. I stepped back. Better the world should hear our discussion than I should get that close to him.

“You and I have history,” he said. “We’ve been together a long time. It’s only natural we should want our new friends to know each other. We’ll meet for dinner, have a nice steak, a bottle of wine. Of course their desserts won’t be as good as yours, but their crème brulee with fresh berries is pretty darn good.”

Had he really just said darn? He was totally into his clean-cut salesman’s act.

“No, we won’t. That whole idea is not natural. It’s as far from natural as the color of your eyes. Just tell me what you want.”

He blinked the eyes under discussion but kept his cool. “You said you like Robin. I might like Trent if I got to know him. I want that opportunity.”

“The only way you and Trent will get to know each other is if he arrests you. I can see the two of you spending quality time together at the police station, you in handcuffs, him reading you your rights.”

Rick laughed. “You have such a terrific sense of humor. You and Robin are going to get along great.” He rose and laid a twenty dollar bill beside his plate. “I’ll make reservations for Saturday. Around seven?”

“NO!” I slammed my hand on the counter so hard the dishes bounced.

Damn. Percy should have built a sturdier bar.

Rick’s expression became serious. “Lindsay, this is important. I’m trying to help you.”

Now we were getting down to it. “What is it this time? You want to buy my house and search for buried treasure? You want me to sign off on some scam that could get us both blown up? Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

Rick sighed and molded his features into a semblance of sad. “Lindsay—”

“Miss?” The voice of my sole remaining customer. “Those brownies look really good. Do you have one of them with nuts and gluten?”

I moved back down the counter. “Of course.”

He gave a knowing wink when I served him the brownie. What a nice guy! He not only loved my chocolate, he was trying to rescue me from Rickhead. It was a gallant though futile effort.

I stomped back to where Rick stood. “Trent and I are not going to dinner with you and Robin. Period. End of discussion. Please leave.”

He got that You’re being ridiculous but fortunately I’m a patient man look on his face. “Now, Lindsay—”

“I believe the lady asked you to leave.” Mr. Tall, Dark and Chocolate was no longer eating his brownie. He stood next to Rick. Loomed over him, actually. Rick claims to be six feet tall, but he’s actually five eleven and a half. This guy was a good four inches taller and fifty pounds heavier, all of it muscle. I hadn’t noticed his biceps when he was eating, but now they bulged from his short sleeved shirt quite menacingly…and attractively.

Rick gave him a disdainful look. “You need to stay out of this, buddy. This is a family matter.”

“The judge unfamilied us two months ago.” I shoved a finger into his chest. “Leave. Now. Before my friend...” I didn’t know my new friend’s name, but neither did Rick. “Before my friend, Ransom, gets violent. He just got out of prison and he misses the place. Wouldn’t mind going back. A violent assault could get him there.”

Ransom lowered his eyebrows and folded his arms. The muscles popped. “Three squares a day and plenty of time to work out. Not a bad place once you establish yourself as top dog, and I’m pretty good at doing that. Ever been in the joint?”

Rick scowled and said nothing. No way would he admit he was intimidated, but his lack of response told me he was.