Marzipan and Murder: A Bite-sized Bakery Cozy Mystery, #2
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It's a gorgeous day for a wedding… And a murder.
Ruby Holmes has finally settled into her four-week "vacation" in cozy town Carmel Springs, Maine. She's thrilled when she lands a catering gig for a local wedding… even if the client is a bridezilla of epic proportions.
When Ruby arrives to meet with the bride, the last thing she expects to find is her corpse instead, face plastered in Ruby's highly unique marzipan frosting. Ruby's suspect number one again, and if she can't solve the mystery, she'll be locked up while the real murderer roams free.
Figure out whodunit! Grab your copy and enjoy this bite-sized cozy mystery today!
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Marzipan and Murder - Rosie A. Point
One
I know who you are,
said the woman, her gray hair piled in ringlets atop her head, paused, clutching a few dollars in her fist. You’re the one who solved Owen’s murder.
It was hardly the opener to a conversation I would’ve expected from one of my customers. But I’d had plenty of questions and chats like it in the weeks Bee and I had spent in Carmel Springs, Maine, baking up a storm and serving people out of the side of my candy-striped food truck.
The small town had already surprised me. And not just with its sumptuous lobster rolls.
I’m Ruby.
I brushed my palms off on my cutesy striped apron and presented a hand through the side window of the truck. Ruby Holmes.
Of the Sherlock variety?
The woman showed me a white-toothed grin. She was chubby around the cheeks and waist and wore a long, flowery coat over a cream blouse.
Not quite,
I replied. But it’s nice to meet you, um…?
Oh, how rude of me. Sorry,
she said, I’m Mary-Lynn. Mary-Lynn Miller, but everyone calls me Millie, and you’re welcome to as well.
She took a step back, her boots gritting on the asphalt, and admired the truck. A few of the ladies in my knitting circle were gossiping about your truck the other day, and I had to come down and see what all the fuss was about. I hope you don’t mind?
Bee rose from where she’d been crouching, keeping an eye on this week’s treat—vanilla-caramel cupcakes. We planned on injecting them with a delicious caramel filling once they were cool and topping them with a matching frosting.
Oh!
Millie gave a sharp cry. I didn’t see you there.
That’s because I didn’t want you to,
Bee replied evenly.
This is Bee, by the way.
Nice to meet you, Bee, by the way,
Millie said. You know, I’m somewhat of a baker myself.
Is that why you’ve come to the truck?
I asked, trying not to sound too desperate.
The sun was bright, the ocean choppy, the wind cold, and it was a perfect day for a baked treat and a cup of hot coffee, but the food truck hadn’t been doing that well lately. In fact, Bee and I had discussed packing up and moving on to the next town.
After the murder the week before, people’s enthusiasm for our treats—cupcakes, cookies, donuts, and more—had dwindled sufficiently. I theorized that was because the detective in town had taken it upon himself to confiscate our truck and surreptitiously blame me for the murder.
Even though we’d helped put the real murderer behind bars, the opinion had remained.
Millie had taken a few steps back in the interim. She didn’t answer my question but disappeared around the side of the truck.
And I thought I was strange,
Bee whispered.
At sixty years old, single, and tight-lipped about her mysterious past, my partner in baking was the epitome of different. And I liked that. I wasn’t the most normal myself—having a keen eye and a difficult past did that to a lady.
Millie reappeared, patting her hair, icy blue eyes darting from left to right. It’s lovely,
she said. Not at all what the ladies said it would be.
What did they say it would be?
Oh heavens, did I want to know what the local gossip crew thought about the food truck? Would it break my heart and speed my exit from this small town and into the next one? I hadn’t felt this out-of-place before and, given my history, that said a lot.
Hmm, well.
Millie wriggled her nose. That it had been trashed and was dilapidated. And that the food here was stale.
Oh.
My shoulders drooped. It was no wonder our customer base had dropped off the side of a cliff. Good heavens, it was already past ten and Millie was our first customer of the morning.
On our first day on the truck, we’d been run ragged with customers. The comparison was stark and, frankly, gut-wrenching. I loved the atmosphere in the town, the scent of the ocean, and the smiles of the locals, even if they weren’t always directed at us, but if business didn’t pick up soon, we’d have no choice but to leave.
Don’t worry about them, dear,
Millie said, flapping her hands at me. They don’t have inquiring or particularly sharp minds. But I do.
Is that so?
Bee brought the cupcakes from the oven and delivered them to the metal countertop.
Why, I’m here, aren’t I?
Millie turned in a circle, waving her arms over herself, flamboyantly. Here to save the day.
Save the day?
I didn’t dare hope.
I’m the editor of the local newspaper,
Millie said. I have some degree of control over what’s published and when. Maybe, I’ll get one of the food critics to come down and have a taste of your treats. The proof is in the pudding, after all.
Assuming they don’t drop dead, that’s a great idea.
I nudged Bee, but she only gave another of her gap-toothed smiles.
She’s kidding,
I said. It was a reference to—
Again, Millie flapped her hands. Oh, I know, I know.
She laughed, her eyes sparkling. I thought, perhaps, I could—
A yell rang out, and Millie paused, frowning.
We all leaned forward, tracking the source of the cry.
Two women stormed up the street toward us. As they drew level with the truck, their voices drifted over. One of the women wore her hair platinum blonde and long.
It was Honey Wilson, the newest guest at the Oceanside Guesthouse, Sam’s quaint place that had been our impromptu home for the past week. Honey was loud, girly, and obnoxious. A strange combination for a woman so small.
She stopped next to one of the benches that overlooked the sandy beach below, stomping a foot and glaring at the lady who accompanied her. Tall, redheaded, and wearing a pantsuit and a severe frown, she towered over Honey.
—think I’m going to do that, you’re crazy,
Honey said. I’m telling you, I’m not going to sacrifice my special day for your idiot ideas.
Oof,
Millie said, leaning one arm on the truck’s counter as she watched the blowout.
Who’s the redhead?
Bee asked. Haven’t seen her around.
No idea,
Millie replied. She must be from out of town.
How do you figure that?
I know everyone and everything that happens in Carmel Springs.
Millie’s confidence shone through the words. If she was a local, I’d already have her complete history on file.
I lifted my finger to my lips.
The argument had reached its peak. —can’t help you if you won’t let me, Ms. Wilson.
Then I won’t let you.
You can’t seriously mean that. I came all the way from LA for this.
Enough.
Honey put up a hand, rolling her head at the other woman and clicking her fingers. I’m done. And so are you.
She turned on her stiletto heel and pranced off up the street, her high ponytail swinging back and forth in a very Marcia, Marcia, Marcia
fashion.
The redhead whispered something under her breath, her lips peeling back in a rictus, then marched away in the opposite direction.
Well, that was interesting,
Millie said. And it’s upped my appetite too. May I have the, let’s see, a vanilla-caramel cupcake?
Absolutely,
I said, true joy spinning through my stomach. A new customer and maybe even a new friend. It was a good start to the day, arguments aside.
Two
What do you think we should do, Bee?
I asked as we took our seats at the table in the Oceanside Guesthouse’s warm open plan dining area. Once again, Sam had started a fire, and logs crackled and popped nearby.
What do you mean?
Bee asked.
Oh, you know, the truck. Maybe you were right last week. We should have left after the investigation ended.
The living room was empty but would soon fill with people coming to enjoy their breakfasts. Sam was such a whiz when it came to cooking. She’d taken to preparing five meals a day, including snacks for guests, and we were there for almost every one of them.
How could we resist?
I don’t know,
Bee said.
You don’t? You were the one who suggested it.
Yes, I was.
Bee scanned the living room, her hazel eyes bright. But now that we’ve been here for a while, I’m not as sure. From a business perspective, of course, it would be better to move on, but that would be like giving up.
Oh heavens, that didn’t help much. But I could trust Bee to be blunt about her feelings, at least.
Maybe we should stay for a few days?
Maybe,
Bee