Hamburger Heist: Felicia's Food Truck One Hour Cozies, #2

By Celia Kinsey

When Felicia's food truck is held up by a masked robber, it's up to Felicia to find the real culprit before the wrong man is convicted of the crime.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Squid Press
• Release date: Jun 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393850267

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Chapter One

I was at the supermarket bakery counter trying to order a birthday cake for my cook and best-friend-in-the-world, Arnie, when I got the call.

The woman on the other end was hysterical. Something bad had happened at the food truck, but I wasn’t at all clear on what it was, other than a gun had been involved at some point.

Who is this again? I had to ask.

It’s Emmaline, the hysterical voice on the other end informed me. Felicia, something terrible has happened.

Emmaline was one of our regulars. She always came with her dog, Buddy. Buddy was a cocker spaniel who thought he was human, or at least that he was entitled to eat like one. This did not go down well with Arnie’s dachshund Frank, who spent most of his days dozing in the shade under the food truck. Frank’s idea of gourmet was roadkill that had been run over at regular intervals for a minimum of forty-eight hours.

Start again from the beginning, Emmaline, I said, as I stepped into a quiet corner next to the donut display. Speak slowly. Is anyone hurt?

No, she said. Nobody’s hurt, but it was soooo scary.

What’s all this about a gun? I asked.

He pointed a gun at Arnie’s head and made him give up all the money in the register. Then he asked for three hamburgers. Done rare.

Arnie asked for hamburgers?

No, the robber did. He stood there waiting for Arnie to cook the hamburgers. Then he took a bite out of one of them and made Arnie do them all over again.

Why?

The robber said the patties were too ‘well done.’

But nobody’s hurt? I asked again, just to be sure. It gave me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach to think about anything happening to Arnie. I may look like I have it all together, but I wasn’t at all sure I’d be able to function without him. Not even for a week.

No, nobody’s hurt, Emmaline repeated. Arnie’s talking to the police.

I’ll be right over, I told her.

I hung up and turned back to Franny, the woman who was working behind the bakery counter. Franny and I used to waitress together at Burt’s Coffee Shop, long before I branched out on my own with the food truck.

Franny has always been chatty. I hoped she hadn’t heard my end of the phone conversation or no telling what kind of story would be flying around the town of Bray