Cookies & Chance Mysteries Boxed Set Vol. IV (Books 10-12)

By Catherine Bruns

From USA Today bestselling author Catherine Bruns comes a boxed set of three tasty mysteries featuring baker turned sleuth Sally Muccio. This boxed set includes three full-length novels—and delicious recipes!—from the Cookies & Chance Mysteries series, including:

Knee Deep in Dough (book #10)
When baker Sally Muccio’s night out is interrupted by seeing an old friend with a gorgeous blonde who is not his newlywed wife, she's a little disturbed. But when the blonde is found dead, and her friend becomes the prime suspect, Sal goes from disturbed to determined to prove his innocence. With time running out and danger escalating, Sal might come out of this mess battered for life.

Dessert is the Bomb (book #11)
Sally Muccio has always loved Halloween. But when the owner of a competing bakery suddenly ends up dead... right after having been threatened by Sally's business partner... Sal's got more than ghosts and goblins to worry about! Add in a deadly explosion, dangerous family secrets, and a party at a funeral home, and Sal suddenly has to find a killer before it all blows up in her face!

Seasoned with Murder (book #12)
When full time baker and sometime sleuth Sally Muccio heads out on a fun-filled cruise, the last thing she expects to encounter is a dead body. And when a woman Sal knows is innocent is accused of the crime, it's up to Sal to find the real killer...before she herself becomes a victim of high crime on the high seas!

What critics are saying:

"Engaging Entertainment! Why isn’t this a Hallmark mystery? It sure gets my vote!"
~ Kings River Life Magazine

"The Cookies and Chance Mystery series is more than just a series....it's a family !! Once you read the first book, you are hooked and feel like a member of the crazy Muccio family."
~ Cozy Mystery Book Reviews

"A fantastic cozy mystery!"
~ InD'Tale Magazine

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
• Release date: Apr 30, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224535071

Catherine Bruns

USA Today bestselling author Catherine lives in Upstate New York with a male dominated household that consists of her very patient husband, three sons, and assorted cats and dogs. She has wanted to be a writer since the age of eight when she wrote her own version of Cinderella (fortunately Disney never sued). Catherine holds a B.A. in English and is a member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime.

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you to retired police Captain Terrance Buchanan who always has the answers to my never-ending questions. Constance Atwater and Kathy Kennedy, I so appreciate you beta reading on short notice and always giving it to me straight. Kim Davis, thank you for sharing your amazing s'mores cookie recipe with me. Your talent is amazing, and your recipes never fail!

A very special thank you to publisher Gemma Halliday for her support and making the Cookies & Chance books possible. Back in 2015 when this series started, I never dreamed that Sally's adventures would reach 10 books (okay, maybe I hoped!) I'll always be grateful to you for taking a chance on an unpublished and impatient writer.

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CHAPTER ONE

I'd like to propose a toast. Josie raised a glass of Chardonnay in the air. To my favorite couple in the whole world, Mr. and Mrs. Mike Donovan, on their third wedding anniversary. May you have many more wonderful years together.

Aww, that's so sweet. I raised my glass to hers.

I'll drink to that. Mike clinked his beer against my soda glass and smiled at me with those midnight blue eyes of his that I adored. He pressed his lips against mine.

Josie nudged her husband Rob. Look at those two. Forever newlyweds.

Mike wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Thanks for inviting us out tonight, guys. Sal's been needing an evening away, but she always feels guilty when she leaves the baby.

See, it's just the opposite with us. We're always looking for an excuse to leave our kids. Rob winked.

We all broke out into laughter. Rob was kidding but only to a certain degree. The Sullivans had been married for fourteen years and had four sons whose ages ranged between four and fourteen. They needed a night out more than anyone.

Josie set her glass down on the table. Sal, you know that your family always takes good care of Cookie, especially your grandmother. In a year or two, when you guys have another baby, that feeling of guilt will wear off. Trust me. Then you'll spend your nights trying to hide from your kids like I do.

Mike nudged me under the table, and I knew what it meant. We had babysat Josie and Rob's kids before. When Mike was being kind, he referred to them as spawn from hell. I'd finally realized why Josie was so skinny. She never had a moment to call her own.

Mike drew my hand to his lips. Seems longer than three years, doesn't it?

It does. I feel like I've known you my entire life. I had celebrated my 32nd birthday a few weeks earlier. Mike and I had met when we were sixteen. Or at least half my life, I joked.

Josie raised her glass again. May the newness of your marriage never wear off.

Then they'd better not have any more kids, Rob chuckled.

It was wonderful to be out with our friends, celebrating this special day. We'd all been so busy this summer that it was hard to find time to get together socially. Josie and I worked six days a week at my bakery, Sally's Samples. Although it was a novelty cookie shop, Josie was also baking cakes for weddings, and bridal and baby showers. She was a creative artist, and her talent did wonders for our profit margin. Mike's construction company had more work than he could handle by himself, and he'd had to hire on some seasonal help.

On top of everything else, Cookie, our eight-month-old baby daughter, was teething, and it was true, I didn't like to be away from her long. At the moment, she was being spoiled by my parents and my grandmother. Cookie's real name was Corinne, also my Grandma Rosa's middle name.

The waiter brought the check, and Rob immediately reached for it. I've got this, Mike said.

Don't argue with him, Mike, Josie warned. He's almost as stubborn as I am.

Rob placed an arm around her shoulders. No one comes close to you in that department, Mrs. Sullivan.

It did my heart good to see Josie and Rob so happy. Their marriage had not always been an easy one, and they'd been through their share of ups and downs. Rob was five years older than Josie, and her parents weren't thrilled when she started dating him in high school. They were even less excited when Josie became pregnant months later and she and Rob had married shortly before the baby was born. Josie quit culinary school before the semester ended, but it certainly hadn't hurt her talent. I honestly didn't know what I'd do without her.

Mike finished his beer and winked. We could benefit from the wisdom of a longtime happily married couple. Tell us what's your secret.

Rob snorted back a laugh. Piece of cake. Let your wife be the boss. It works wonders. He grinned at Josie, who was glancing anxiously at her watch.

I finished my soda. I thought your mother-in-law took the kids overnight.

Josie shook her head. It's not that. I have to meet Felicia Sherman. One of her bridesmaids called the bakery when you went to pick up Cookie today and said Felicia wanted two hundred fortune cookies for her wedding tomorrow. I said I'd meet them by ten o'clock, and it's already nine thirty. Sorry, I forgot to tell you earlier.

Two hundred fortune cookies? That's a lot to handle on such short notice. I would have come back to help.

Josie pushed her wineglass aside. It was fine. I knew you hadn't gotten much sleep last night with Cookie teething, and I had Dodie to help—or should I say hinder—me.

Dodie Albert was an elderly woman whom I employed part-time. She was a top-notch baker and pleasant with the customers but also one hundred percent accident prone. She tried Josie's patience on a daily basis.

Besides, Josie continued. I charged Felicia for a last-minute rush fee, so it was well worth the trouble. She's using the cookies to compliment her wedding favors.

I didn't know Felicia was getting married. Then again, I hadn't seen her in years. How come I'm always the last to know everything?

Mike tried again to steal the check from Rob, who was having none of it. Who's Felicia Sherman? A friend of yours? he asked.

No. I worked with her sister Kelsey at Sunny's Ice Cream Parlor the summer after graduation. Didn't I ever tell you about her? When I noticed Mike's blank face, I realized my mistake. Mike and I had broken up at our high school prom due to a misunderstanding and we hadn't gotten back together until ten years later. In the meantime, I'd gone on the rebound and started dating Colin Brown, my now deceased ex-husband. It was the worse decision I'd ever made in my life.

Mike's eyes twinkled at me. I was out of the loop that summer, remember? Damn. What I wouldn't have given to see you making hot fudge sundaes on a hundred-degree day.

You really are awful, Josie scolded while Rob laughed.

You must have heard of her father, I said. Barry Sherman is one of the top financial investors in the US.

Mike ran a hand over his curly dark hair. It had reached below the nape of his neck and needed a trim, but he always looked sexy to me. Hmm. Aren't they the ones who have the mansion over on Brentwood Drive? If so, I installed their deck a few years ago.

That's the house. While Kelsey and I had been good friends at work, she'd never been to my house, and I'd only been to hers on a couple of occasions. Her parents had been strict and didn't allow her to socialize much. I suspected this is what led to her leaving the area a few years ago. I met Felicia back then and know they never had a close sibling relationship. Felicia always seemed rude and stuck up to me.

Well, that hasn't changed, Josie remarked. She walked into the bakery today like she owned the place. But she almost went crazy when she saw the fortune cookies. They're having Chinese food at the wedding reception. She said it's her favorite.

Homemade fortune cookies were the trademark of my bakery. Every customer received a free one with purchase. In the past, I'd been convinced they were evil and that the messages could somehow predict the future because they were always coming true. Josie and I printed our own when the bakery wasn't busy. Other times we had no choice but to purchase them by the bagful from a novelty shop. Nowadays I told myself that the messages didn't mean anything, but there were times when I still wondered about them.

Do you guys want to come along to Ralph's while Josie makes her delivery? Rob asked. We could always grab a drink and maybe shoot a game of pool.

It's a sign! I said to Mike excitedly. We have to go.

It had been over a year since we'd been to Ralph's. Ralph's was a small neighborhood bar only about a half a mile from our house. Every time I went inside I was reminded of that special night many years ago when Mike and I started dating. Even though we were underaged, Ralph had served us each a soda, and we'd sat on the front porch and talked for a couple of hours. It had been our first date and ended with a sweet kiss. I'd fallen in love with him that evening.

Rob looked from me to Mike with a puzzled expression. What am I missing?

A smile formed at the corner of Josie's mouth. Don't you know that Ralph's is where Sal and Mike had their first kiss sixteen years ago?

It explains the lovestruck look between them, Rob teased.

Mike pressed his lips against my hand. Count us in. Who knows? Maybe we'll recreate the same kiss from sixteen years ago, he teased.

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Ralph's never changed much, which was one of the things I liked about the tavern. It was a staple in the Colwestern community of Western New York where Josie and I had grown up. The major league ballcaps were still suspended from wooden beams above the bar where people gathered to watch their favorite sporting event. Tonight, a Red Sox and Yankees baseball game was playing on the flatscreen television.

Josie found us a table for four in the corner, and Ralph lumbered over to say hello. He was in his mid to late sixties, near my father's age, with snow white hair and a belly that always shook when he laughed. In some ways, he reminded me of Santa Claus. He clamped a hand on our shoulders.

My favorite couple. He beamed. It's been a while. How have you two been?

Actually, Josie interrupted. It's their third wedding anniversary today. We're out celebrating.

No kidding? Ralph looked pleased. Well, that calls for a round of drinks on the house.

You don't have to do that, Mike protested.

Ralph waved his hand in the air. Don't argue with me, young fellow. I feel like I'm partially responsible for this union. He turned to Josie. Did you know that these two used to sneak in here after school for a soda? They were always holding hands and looking at each other with lovestruck eyes—

The heat rose in my face. Ralph! Stop it!

He laughed good-naturedly. You guys enjoy your evening. I'll be back with your drinks shortly.

Josie stared over at the pool table, located in a dimly lit corner of the room. There's Felicia now.

I followed her gaze. Three women were standing next to the table, laughing and talking amongst each other. Felicia was wearing a floral sundress with a bridal veil over her hair. She was giggling at something her friend said.

She looks smashed, Mike noted.

Grim-faced, Ralph placed a Coke in front of me. So far, they've only had two drinks apiece. But how am I supposed to know if they've been to any other bars before coming here? The lady with the veil assured me that none of them are driving, but it's still a concern. I'm going to keep my eye on them.

Josie picked up the Sally's Samples shopping bag she'd brought with her. Her last night of freedom—that's how Felicia put it to me. She rolled her eyes. I'm surprised she doesn't have a stripper here. I'll only be a minute.

I'll go with you, I volunteered.

We left Rob and Mike talking about the baseball game and made our way across the room. As soon as Felicia caught sight of Josie, she threw her arms around her neck like they were old friends. Hi honey! I knew you wouldn't disappoint!

Felicia Sherman had Kelsey's shoulder length, honey colored hair and sky-blue eyes, but that's where the similarities ended. Her features were too small for her face, with the exception of her nose. It was wide and flat, and she had several blemishes on her cheeks. She was thin and shapeless, while Kelsey had been slender with curves in all the right places that made men go wild.

Girls, my fortune cookies are here! Felicia shrieked.

Josie wasn't much of a hugger, especially in public places. She was affectionate with me, but we'd been best friends since the age of eight. Her face turned as red as her hair as she tried to untangle herself from Felicia's grasp. There's two hundred, like you asked for.

Perfect. Felicia set her beer down on the pool table and began to rummage through her purse. How much do I owe you?

When Josie gave her the amount, I almost gasped out loud. She shot me a knowing look that said What did I tell you? It was well worth the trouble.

Sally? A timid voice spoke from behind me.

I turned to see Kelsey standing there. A smile of delight spread across her face as she hugged me. Oh my gosh! I thought it was you. You haven't changed a bit.

Neither have you. I hugged her back, catching the scent of her violet perfume. I stood back to study her. I hadn't seen Kelsey in about eight or nine years, before I'd moved to Florida with my ex-husband, Colin. We'd exchanged Christmas cards, and the last one I'd received mentioned how she was enjoying her job in Georgia. She had peaches and cream skin with a heart-shaped face. The red, sleeveless minidress she wore showed off her tanned legs and figure to a striking advantage. Several men at the bar were shamelessly checking her out.

Kelsey and I had started Sunny's on the same day. I had been smarting over my recent breakup with Mike, and the realization that I'd have to work side by side with a knockout like her hadn't done much for my self-esteem. Whenever a guy our age—or older—came to the window, they would ignore me and flirt with Kelsey. But I hadn't been able to dislike Kelsey for long. She was sweet, friendly, and personable. By the end of our first week of employment, we were exchanging stories about boyfriends, parents, and siblings.

Kelsey had sympathized with me when I'd told her about my breakup with Mike. "At least you had a boyfriend, she'd sighed. My parents don't even allow me to date."

You're late, Felicia growled at her sister in a tone so sharp that it startled me. I was beginning to think you wouldn't show.

Kelsey pressed her perfect pink glossed lips together and seemed confused by the comment. But I told you I'd be here. I'm meeting an old friend too.

Old friend, Felicia repeated, as she tapped her nails against her empty beer bottle. That must mean old boyfriend, knowing your trampy record.

Maybe we should go back to our table, I suggested to Josie.

Josie was in full agreement. Yes. Thanks for the—

Kelsey grabbed me by the arm. Sally, please don't leave! I want to know all about your marriage and the baby! And I'd really like you to meet my friend. He's such a nice guy.

Felicia shook her head in disgust. "You'll never change. Tomorrow is my wedding, but as usual, you have to be the center of attention. She shook a finger in her sister's bewildered face. Do not screw up my day, or you'll regret it. I didn't even want you in my wedding, but of course Mother insisted on it. She's all about appearances. She turned her back on Kelsey and spoke to one of her girlfriends, a woman with caramel colored hair pulled back into a ponytail. I need another drink. Come on."

The woman obediently followed Felicia to the bar but not before casting a dirty look at Kelsey and me. Felicia's other companion, who wore her blonde hair in a pixie cut, didn't wait for an invitation. She followed the two women after narrowing her eyes at us. She caught up to them and draped an arm protectively around Felicia's shoulders.

I'm sorry you two had to witness that, Kelsey said sheepishly.

I tried to make light of the situation. No worries. Kelsey, this is my friend Josie Sullivan. I'm not sure if you remember her.

Kelsey's long eyelashes fluttered like Bambi's. Oh, of course! You used to pick Sal up from work sometimes. It's so nice to see you again.

Likewise. Josie smiled. Sal, I think I'll go join the hubbies and let you two catch up. She hastened back across the room, and I knew I'd given her the opening she was looking for.

Kelsey watched Josie make her way to the table and gasped. Oh, my Lord. Is that your husband, Sal? The one with the curly hair and blue eyes? He's gorgeous.

He's a wonderful man. For a strange reason, my face started to heat. Kelsey had always had a roving eye as far as the opposite sex was concerned. It sounded like not much had changed.

She stuck a French manicured nail in my face. See? Didn't I tell you that it would all work out? How long have you been married?

Today's our third anniversary. I smiled.

Kelsey clapped her hands. That's wonderful. True love always conquers all.

She sounded sad, and I wondered why. How long are you here for? I'd love to get together for lunch or a cup of coffee. Can you stop by my bakery while you're in town?

I wish I could, but I'm leaving the day after the wedding. Kelsey took a compact out of her purse and studied her reflection. As you heard, Felicia didn't even want me in her wedding. She's still angry about something that happened before I left Colwestern four years ago. Anyway, my mother insisted that I had to be in the bridal party, or they weren't footing the bill. She wouldn't be able to hold her head up at the Country Club, blah blah. It's always about keeping up appearances for my family. Mom and Dad also insisted I stay at their house, which was a surprise after— Kelsey broke off.

What happened four years ago?

Kelsey's eyes went wide, and she lowered her voice. There, uh, was a rumor about me and Felicia's boyfriend Drake floating around. She thought I tried to seduce him. Kelsey bit into her lower lip and watched her sister, who was laughing with her friends at the bar. What I mean is, I never came on to him, but Felicia refused to believe me.

Wait a second. Is this Felicia's fiancé we're talking about? I asked.

Kelsey nodded. They've been dating for five years. Someone told Felicia that Drake and I had spent the night together. She hesitated for a moment and then whispered, Felicia said she'd never forgive me.

Ouch. Felicia and Kelsey had never been close, and this certainly didn't help. Why would someone tell her that if it wasn't true?

Her cheeks flushed pink. Um, it's kind of hard to explain.

Oh boy. I sucked in some air. Had Kelsey really slept with her sister's boyfriend? I could never imagine my sister Gianna doing that to me, or vice versa.

Kelsey prattled on, sensing my disapproval. I can't get into this right now. She looked over my head and smiled. Besides, I wanted you to meet my friend, and he just came in the door. Let me introduce you.

I turned to see who Kelsey was staring at, and immediately froze. So did the man. No introductions were necessary. Standing in front of me, with a surprised expression on his face that must have mirrored my own, was none other than my friend, local police officer Brian Jenkins.

CHAPTER TWO

Brian and I continued to stare at each other in shock. "This is your—um, friend?" My voice rose an octave.

Sally. Brian frowned. It's not what it looks like.

You two know each other? Kelsey asked in surprise.

That was an understatement. Brian and I had been friends since I'd moved back to Colwestern four years ago. He'd transferred here from the Boston Police Department a few months before my return and had been one of the first customers inside Sally's Samples when the bakery opened.

He'd been kind and sweet to me from the beginning and made it clear that he was interested in more than my chocolate chip cookies. After a former nemesis from high school had dropped dead on my front porch, Brian had been the officer investigating the homicide. We'd gotten to know each other well, and he'd asked me out on a date. He was intelligent, charming, and extremely good-looking, with a Greek godlike profile. I'd been attracted to him, but there had been no contest once Mike re-entered the picture.

Brian had been unwittingly instrumental in providing me with certain details on murders that had happened in town that were always linked to me or a person I knew. He never wanted me to interfere in police business, and that wasn't my intention, but somehow, I always found myself dragged into the investigation. He'd saved my life on more than one occasion, and I owed him a debt of gratitude.

It was especially upsetting for me to see Brian here with Kelsey because he was a newlywed himself. Last spring, he'd married Ally Tetreault, a woman who'd attended the same high school as Josie and me. I'd always liked Ally, but we hadn't run in the same circle of friends. And if she were here, I suspected she might have ripped Kelsey's golden hair out of her head.

Brian's a regular customer at my bakery, I explained hastily. Remember, I wrote you about Sally's Samples? It opened shortly after you left Colwestern. That's why Josie and I are here tonight—your sister wanted fortune cookies for her wedding tomorrow.

Kelsey nodded in understanding. "Right. She did mention that to Mother, but I didn't know it was your bakery she was talking about. Felicia and Drake are going to China for their honeymoon, so she wanted a Chinese-themed wedding. She reached into the shopping bag that Felicia had left on the pool table and pulled out a fortune cookie. I adore these things."

While Kelsey examined the cookie, Felicia and her friends returned. They scanned Brian up and down while his face turned as red as a tomato.

Who's this? Felicia asked her sister. Your newest flavor of the month?

Kelsey's mouth dropped open. Do you have to be so crass? And you know very well who this is. The only man I've ever truly loved.

Brian looked like he wanted to snap his fingers and disappear. Honestly, I didn't blame him.

Oh, right, Felicia snorted. She stared pointedly at Brian's wedding ring. Kelsey's only interested in men she can't have, so you're perfect for her.

I'll wait for you by the jukebox, Brian whispered to Kelsey.

Felicia stared down at the fortune cookie in Kelsey's hand, and her mouth hardened. What do you think you're doing? Who gave you permission to touch my stuff?

I—I only wanted to look at one, Kelsey stammered.

Felicia snatched it out of her hand. "Those are for the guests tomorrow—not you. Oh, no, look what you've done!"

The cookie had cracked in Felicia's hand. She flung it back at her sister. You always have to ruin everything, including my life. Go ahead and read it. It probably says, 'Don't go where you're not wanted.' But you've always been too stupid to realize that.

The woman with the pixie cut high-fived Felicia. Way to go, girl.

I was horrified at the way Felicia was treating her sister, and all over a fortune cookie. Of course, I suspected there was more to it. She was still angry at Kelsey for what may or may not have happened with Drake years ago.

What's it say? asked the woman with the ponytail.

Kelsey looked like she might cry but started to read from the piece of paper. She drew her eyebrows together. 'Enjoy your last hurrah.' She tried to hand it back to her sister. I guess it was meant for you.

Felicia backed up a step. Get away from me. Enjoy your one-night stand. If you suddenly decide not to show up for the wedding tomorrow, don't worry. I won't be offended.

Please don't say that. Kelsey's lower lip trembled. I tried to tell you what really happened back then, but you wouldn't listen—

Felicia's blue eyes turned cold and hard as steel. "Save your breath. I know what happened. Drake told me how you got him drunk and seduced him."

Kelsey's eyes filled with tears. That's not what happened, she cried.

I really wish you hadn't come here tonight, Felicia remarked.

You don't mean that, Kelsey said shakily. I was hoping that we could start over. You're my only sister, Felicia.

Felicia tossed her head and looked away. Don't remind me. Now if you don't mind, I want to be with my friends. Why don't you join Mr. Wonderful and go jump in the back seat of his car? That's something you've always been good at.

The three women roared with laughter and picked up their possessions, moving to a table on the other side of the room. Tears streamed down Kelsey's cheeks as she watched them leave. I didn't know what to say to her.

Excuse me, Sally, Kelsey whispered. I need a moment. She rushed into the ladies' room.

I was about to return to my table when someone grabbed my arm from behind. I turned around to see Brian standing there. Sally, I want to explain.

It's none of my business. I tried to keep my tone neutral, but it didn't work. What the heck are you doing with Kelsey—you're a married man! And a newlywed, for crying out loud!

Please don't say anything to Ally about this, he pleaded.

My jaw dropped in amazement. Are you asking me to cover for you? I don't want any part of this. Excuse me. Please tell Kelsey I had to leave. Mike's waiting for me.

Sally, listen to me! Brian said angrily. I haven't done anything wrong. But I don't want Ally to know because she would think the worst.

From where I was standing, it looked pretty bad indeed. Then why did Kelsey talk about you like you're her boyfriend?

We used to date. It was when I first came to Colwestern four years ago, Brian explained. Apparently, she thinks we can pick right back up where we left off. I didn't even have a chance to tell her I'm married.

You haven't spoken to her in four years? I asked.

No. After I broke up with Kelsey, she took a job in Georgia, Brian went on. Over the past few years, she's written me a couple of letters, texted a few times, but I never answered. I had my reasons. Then out of the blue, she texted me last week and said she'd be in town. Kelsey said she needed to see me—that it was important. She made it sound like it was a matter of life or death. I'm not cheating on Ally, honest. It's important that you believe me.

I was unsure what to think but decided to give Brian the benefit of the doubt. Don't worry. I won't say anything to her. I didn't see much of Ally, who worked at Colwestern Hospital, so there shouldn't be a problem keeping my word. For now, all I wanted to do was get out of here. Tell Kelsey I'll see her later.

I found Mike and Rob still engrossed in the baseball game, with Josie sitting on Rob's lap. Mike placed an arm around my shoulders. Where were you? I missed you.

Sorry to take so long. I reached for my Coke. I ran into Kelsey. We were catching up on a few things.

Check it out. Rob pointed at the television. That pitch was definitely out of the strike zone. These umps are so blind.

I sat there in silence, mulling over what had happened as they talked. Felicia and her two friends were giggling away like schoolgirls at a table near ours. Brian and Kelsey were standing by the jukebox and seemed to be engrossed in an intimate conversation. Brian's back was to me. Kelsey reached for his hand, and he didn't pull away.

Hey. Josie waved her glass in front of me. What are you staring at?

Mike and Rob were still talking about the game, so I motioned for her to come closer. She got off Rob's lap and sat down next to me. I leaned forward so she could hear me over the surrounding noise. Check it out. Kelsey and Brian used to be a couple.

Josie's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she spotted them. No way. I never took Brian for a cheater.

Mike and Rob stopped talking. Who's a cheater? Mike asked.

Good grief, Josie snickered. Men get so defensive when they hear that word.

Don't let them see you staring, I warned. Be discreet. Kelsey is talking to Brian by the jukebox. It seems they used to date.

Despite my warning, both Mike and Rob whirled around to stare at the couple. That Jenkins is a smooth operator, Mike observed.

Rob squinted across the room. Sal, isn't that the same cop who helped you and Josie out before?

Precisely the same one. Josie wrinkled her nose in disgust. I never thought I'd see the day.

Brian said that there's nothing going on between the two of them, I remarked.

Mike's eyes widened. You asked?

No, I did not! It's none of my business.

To my surprise, Felicia approached our table with her girlfriends. Josie, I wanted to say thanks again. The fortune cookies will be a big hit.

Josie flushed appreciatively. You're welcome, and congratulations on your wedding. I wish you both the best.

Are you leaving already? I asked.

Felicia gave me a curt nod. Yes, I have to get up early since the wedding is at one o'clock. My Uber is waiting outside. She turned to the woman with the blonde pixie cut. Courtney, are you walking back to Diane's apartment with her?

Courtney looked puzzled and turned to the woman with the ponytail for confirmation, who glared at them in return. Yes, she's coming home with me, Diane said. She's a wee bit tipsy.

I am not! Courtney giggled. She swayed to the left, and Diane put a hand on her shoulder to steady her. Felicia, where did your sister go?

Who cares, Diane muttered.

Felicia's lips formed a sneer. She's with her old boyfriend, the cop. Maybe they'll go to some seedy motel together and she'll forget to show up for my wedding tomorrow. It would make my day much more pleasant.

The three of them left our table without another word. We sat there in silence until Mike spoke. It doesn't sound like she's too fond of her sister.

They've never been close, I affirmed. Kelsey told me that years ago. To make matters worse, Felicia's fiancé Drake said that Kelsey got him drunk and seduced him.

It's possible, Josie admitted. There's no way to know for certain, Sal. You haven't seen her in years.

Josie was right of course. And why had Kelsey insisted on meeting Brian? He must have told her by now that he was married, but they were still standing in the corner of the room, holding hands. Again, I reminded myself that it was none of my business.

Mike placed his empty beer bottle on the table. This game is done. Thanks to that grand slam, the Sox are up by six runs going into the eighth inning. He drew me close and whispered into my ear, his hot breath making me shiver with pleasure. I'd rather go home and see how many runs I can score there.

A tingle ran through me. Cookie was staying overnight at my parents', and we had the house to ourselves. It sounded like Mike was ready to take advantage of the situation, and I was definitely on board.

I straightened up, trying to avoid Josie's prying eyes. You are sloshed, Mr. Donovan. You need to go home and sleep it off.

Oh, Sal, Josie scoffed. We're all adults here. Don't be such a prude.

I don't know, Mike teased. I think it's sexy when she's prudish.

I struggled not to laugh and pushed my chair back. I'm going to the ladies' room before we take off. Be right back.

The restrooms were past the pool table and jukebox in a separate passageway. I managed to avoid Kelsey and Brian and was drying my hands at the sink when a sob sounded from the other side of the door. I was about to open it when I heard Brian's stern voice. Don't do this to me.

I'm sorry, Kelsey cried. I never meant to hurt you. But you need to know how much I loved you—how much I still do.

I clamped a hand over my mouth. Brian and Kelsey must have moved and were now outside the door. There was no way I could leave without them spotting me. For the moment, I was trapped.

Please, Kelsey whispered. Just tonight, for old time's sake. No one ever has to know.

Oh. My. God. I couldn't believe she was asking him to cheat on his wife! Josie was right. Kelsey had become a complete stranger to me.

We're over, Brian said flatly. I have a wife, and you have a boyfriend. I'm not about to risk my marriage for a one-night stand. I loved you once, Kelsey. I wanted to marry you. But after what happened— He hesitated. Things changed. You knew it too. We just weren't meant to be.

Please. I'm only asking for tonight. Kelsey hiccupped back a sob. I'll be gone in two days. There's no need to worry. I would never tell your wife.

Brian's voice shook with rage. Listen to me. You stay away from my wife. Understand? If I find out that you went near her—

His sentence was left dangling in the air like a cliffhanger. A chill ran down my spine. In all the time I had known Brian, I'd never heard him talk like this before, and it scared me.

I'm sorry I hurt you, Kelsey wept. I should have told you sooner what really happened that night.

It's too late, Kelsey. And it wasn't all your fault. I made mistakes too. I should have told you about my—problem. His voice softened. But I'm glad I got to see you again.

She sniffed. Can you give me a ride? I promise I won't try anything. My boyfriend dropped me off. Or I can get an Uber if you'd rather not take me.

Brian exhaled sharply. Sure. I'll wait for you outside the back door. It would probably be best if certain people didn't see us leaving together.

Wait a second. He didn't mean me, did he?

I'll only be a minute, Kelsey said. The knob on the door began to turn, and I hastily jumped back. I had just reached the sink when the door swung open, and she came in. Kelsey was wiping her eyes with the back of her hand but stopped when she saw me. I turned around from the mirror and was startled by her appearance. Kelsey's mascara had run down her face, and her eyes were red and puffy.

Is everything okay? I asked.

Fine, she said shortly. My allergies are acting up. Anyhow, I need to get up early for the wedding, so I'll say goodbye. It was wonderful to see you again, Sal.

Kelsey. I stopped her before she could move into the stall. If you ever want to talk, I'm here for you. I didn't like the way she had propositioned Brian, but for some strange reason, I still felt sorry for her. Her sister had shunned her, and I remembered Kelsey once telling me how their parents had always favored Felicia over her. Kelsey reminded me of a lost lamb, unable to find her own way in the world and always seeking acceptance.

To my surprise, she threw her arms around my neck. You were always such a good friend, she sniffled. The only one who never tried to hurt me. I wish we'd kept in touch more. I wish I'd done a lot of things differently.

Are you talking about your relationship with Felicia? I asked.

Kelsey blew her nose into a tissue. Sort of. Sorry, I can't get into it now. Take care of yourself, Sal. She disappeared into the stall.

The sobbing started again, and I hated to leave while Kelsey was crying her eyes out. But Brian was waiting for her, and I didn't want him to know that I'd overheard their conversation. A sensation of guilt washed over me, but I left the bathroom and returned to my table. Mike stood when he saw me.

Are you guys leaving too? I asked Josie.

No. Rob—er, Mr. Yankee, wants to watch the game until the brutal end. What can I say? He's an optimist. Josie stood and gave me a hug. Enjoy your day off. I'll see you bright and early Monday morning. Remember, it's your day to open.

I know. Thanks for dinner. I had fun.

Josie whispered in my ear. Happy Anniversary. Now go home and make your own fun. Cookie needs a sibling.

You are too much. I waved goodbye to Rob, who was still engrossed in the game. Mike started toward the front door, but I stopped him. We're out back, remember? The next street up from the alley.

Oh right. He yawned and reached for my hand. I'm glad you're driving.

Me too. Mike was a bit unsteady on his feet, so I had to lead him in the right direction. I wondered if we might see Brian and Kelsey outside. I hoped not. I didn't want them to think I was following them and doubted Kelsey would have taken the time to tell him about our chat in the bathroom. She had more important things on her mind.

A summer rain shower had moved through the area while we were inside. The humidity had dropped, and there was a warm breeze blowing. A full moon hovered above us, and everything was right with my world.

Mike stopped suddenly and put his arms around me. Have I told you lately how much I love you?

Every minute we're together. I ran my hands through his hair, loving the silky feel of it. But not as much as I love you.

He backed me up against the building and caressed my cheek lightly with his fingers. I doubt that, Mrs. Donovan. Remember the first time I kissed you here? I knew you were the one.

His words turned my heart into a giant puddle. I knew it too. I'm only sorry that we wasted so much time apart.

Mike brushed his lips against mine. I thought we agreed not to talk about regrets anymore. We have a wonderful life together, Sal. A nice home and a beautiful, healthy daughter. I'm thankful for what we have and don't plan to ever take it for granted.

You're right, I agreed. I already have everything I could possibly want.

We started walking again, our arms around each other. You know what else makes me happy? Mike asked. That there haven't been any murders in Colwestern since last spring. No one's called on my wife to help them out of any life-threatening scrapes. Our lives have been normal. Maybe the streak is finally broken.

Wouldn't that be great? There were times when I was convinced that I had a hex on my head.

Come on, princess. Let's go home and spend some more quality time together. He grinned wickedly. After all, it is our anniversary.

I laughed at his expression. Actually, it ended half an hour ago.

You're spoiling the fun, Sal. Mike yawned.

Something tells me you'll be asleep before we get home, I teased.

Mike shook his head. Not a chance. I'm getting my second wind.

A loud popping noise filled the air, startling us both.

Terror swept over me like a tidal wave. What the heck was that? But deep down, I already knew the answer. I'd heard that sound before—way too many times to count—and it would never cease to frighten me.

The sound of a gunshot.

The noise seemed to snap Mike out of his drunken state. He pulled me behind him and glanced in the direction it had come from. I hope no one's hurt.

We stood there motionless, afraid for the sound to come again, but the only noise was the pounding of my heart. As we were about to move forward, a piercing scream filled the night air, and my blood turned to ice.

Somebody, help! a woman cried out. Call 9-1-1!

Sal, I'm taking you to the car first, Mike said. Then I'll go see what happened. It might not be safe.

No! I clutched at his arm fearfully. I'm not leaving you.

Instead of arguing, Mike grabbed my hand tightly, and we ran in the direction the voice had come from. When we reached the next block, we both froze in our tracks at the sight before us.

A small crowd had gathered around a vehicle. A woman was shouting into a cell phone. Please send an ambulance right away!

Mike and I made our way through the crowd, and I gasped in horror. The car belonged to Brian, and Kelsey was lying on the ground next to it with him bending over her body.

Oh my God! Brian, what happened? I cried.

Brian stared up at me. Tears were running down his cheeks. She's dead, he whispered. And it's all my fault.

CHAPTER THREE

I didn't know what was more shocking—the sight of Kelsey's motionless body or Brian sobbing uncontrollably.

Take it easy, Jenkins, Mike said calmly. Tell us what happened.

Brian didn't answer. He was applying pressure to a wound in Kelsey's chest with what looked like a handkerchief. A metallic smell filled my nose, and bile began to rise in the back of my throat. There was so much blood. Brian's fingers and the handkerchief were covered in it.

Kelsey's face was pale, her eyes closed, and she wasn't breathing. My body went numb, and all I could do was stare at her. Mike squatted down next to Brian to feel for a pulse in her neck, and Brian instantly came to life. He shoved Mike backwards. Get away from her!

Mike stood with his hands in the air. Jenkins, calm down. We only want to help.

Dazed, I reached for my phone. I'll call 9-1-1.

We've already called for an ambulance, said the woman who'd been on her cell phone. They should be here any minute.

The crowd around Kelsey was growing deeper. People were talking amongst themselves, and the flash from a cell phone camera momentarily blinded me. Brian rose, his face stoic.

Get the hell out of here! he shouted. What do you think this is, something to tweet about?

The crowd immediately backed up. I stepped forward and laid a hand on Brian's arm. He looked at me, confused. What happened? I asked.

Brian's breathing became erratic. He stared down at Kelsey, and his voice shook. I was giving Kelsey a ride. We had just reached my car when the gunshot sounded. I didn't even know it had hit her at first, then I caught her in my arms as she fell. He looked down at his hands stained with blood and began to frantically rub them on his jeans. I did this. It's my fault she's dead.

Don't say such things. I was afraid someone would overhear and jump to the wrong conclusion. You didn't fire the gun, so how can it be your fault?

You don't understand, Sally. In agitation, Brian wrenched open the driver's side door of his car. As he reached under the seat, a puzzled expression came over his face. Brian then opened the glove compartment and withdrew a flashlight, which he shone underneath the seat. He cursed under his breath.

What are you looking for? I asked.

Brian's eyes had dulled, and he shook his head in frustration. He shut the car door and knelt down next to Kelsey's body, gently stroking her hair. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore.

Sirens wailed in the distance. The crowd had grown larger within the last few minutes, and people kept pointing and talking. One woman was snapping pictures with her phone.

Mike crossed over to her angrily. Come on, lady, have some decency.

It's a free country, she retorted.

A bald man wearing Bermuda shorts and a tank top held his phone out in front of him and was busy recording the entire scene. A muscle ticked in Brian's jaw, and he sprang up, ripping the phone out of the onlooker's hands.

Hey! the man yelled. What's wrong with you, dude?

Brian threw the phone into the street, and the man ran after it. You're gonna pay for that, jerk! That phone's worth nine hundred bucks!

Mike grabbed Brian by the front of his shirt. You've got to get ahold of yourself, man. You're only making things worse.

The ambulance screeched to a halt next to us, and two EMTs jumped out of the vehicle.

Stand back, everyone, the taller of the two men ordered.

Mike and I moved out of the way, and the crowd fell silent as the men examined Kelsey. Brian stood by, watching helplessly. The two technicians conferred with each other, and then one covered her body with a tarp.

In anguish, Brian turned away. When he noticed the curious gazes of the crowd, he snapped. There's nothing left to see here. Move along!

Mike and I exchanged worried glances. Brian had come unraveled, and it wasn't a pretty sight.

Come on, Sal. Mike put an arm around my shoulders. We should get going.

We can't leave him like this, I protested. He shouldn't be alone.

Resigned, Mike blew out a breath. All right. We'll stay.

I gave a little tug on Brian's shirt sleeve. I'm so sorry. Please don't blame yourself.

But I am to blame. There was an undercurrent of anger in his tone.

The tears running down Brian's cheeks broke my heart while his words kept repeating themselves in my head. Despite the warm summer evening, I shivered. What did he mean? Did Brian know something about Kelsey's death that I wasn't aware of? No, of course not. He was distraught and unsure of what he was saying. He'd dated Kelsey in the past and obviously still had feelings for her. She may have asked you for a ride, but it's not your fault what happened.

Brian pinned me with his direct green gaze. How do you know that she asked me for a ride?

Whoops. He and Mike were both staring at me, and I swallowed hard. I was in the ladies' room when Kelsey came in and told me that she was leaving with you. I conveniently left out the part about overhearing their intimate conversation.

Brian's mouth formed a thin, hard line. There was nothing between Kelsey and me. I told you that earlier. Do you think I'd cheat on my wife?

I cringed at the fury in his tone. No, of course not.

Mike's nostrils flared. Look, Jenkins. I realize you're upset, but there's no reason to snap at my wife. She doesn't need to be treated like that.

You're right. I'm sorry. Brian drew a deep breath and clenched his fists at his sides. His expression quickly changed when he spotted a burly looking man with russet colored hair and a beard getting out of a dark sedan. He swore quietly. That's my boss, Sergeant Comiskey. I have to go. Thanks for trying to help. He walked in the direction of the vehicle, his shoulders slumped forward.

Brian, wait, I called out, but he didn't turn around.

Mike closed his hand around mine. Let's get out of here, baby. There's nothing more we can do.

Sal!

We both turned to see Josie running toward us with Rob behind her. What the heck happened? she asked. We heard at the bar that someone was shot.

Kelsey, I said in a low tone. She's dead.

Josie's hands flew to her face. Oh my God. I'm so sorry. Should I try to call Felicia?

No, I'm sure the police will call her. It might be best if we stay out of this. But a gnawing sensation in my gut told me that whether I liked it or not, I was already involved.

Mike seemed to guess my thoughts. I jinxed us.

What are you talking about?

We walked hand in hand to our car, with Josie and Rob following close behind. I said that your streak of murders was over. Mike sighed. I should have known better. Jenkins is going to find some way to drag you into this.

I unlocked the driver's side door. We'll probably be questioned. After all, we were at the scene and they're both friends—of mine. I leaned against the door weakly, trying to make sense of the incident. Had it been a drive-by shooting? And why did I think that Brian knew more than he was telling?

What does Brian have to do with this? Josie asked.

He was giving Kelsey a ride home. They were standing next to his car when she was shot, Mike explained.

Rob shook his head. What a senseless act. Keep us posted if you hear anything else.

Will do, Mike promised as we got into our vehicle.

We drove in silence for a few blocks, and then Mike voiced my own thoughts. Come on, Sal. Admit it. Jenkins is hiding something.

I don't know what happened, I admitted, but don't be so quick to judge him. He's saved my life a few times, remember.

We stopped for a red light. Mike reached for my hand and pressed it against his lips. You're right. I'll always be grateful to him for that. He paused. But there's something he wasn't telling us.

I said nothing. Over the last few years, I'd learned that most people had a skeleton or two hidden in their closet. Something told me that Brian's was about to make an appearance.

CHAPTER FOUR

I can't believe it. Gianna shook her head in disbelief as she passed me a bowl of braciole covered in tomato sauce. Anytime someone is killed in Colwestern, you always happen to be nearby, Sal.

Not a cheerful thought but fairly accurate.

My younger sister, Gianna, was both beautiful and intelligent, with chestnut colored hair that fell to her shoulder in perfect waves and chocolate brown eyes that could be warm and sympathetic or intense and ready to do battle. As a public defender, she fought for justice on a daily basis in the courtroom. Her profession had proven useful to me many times.

It's like Sal's got some inner kind of radar, Gianna's husband Johnny teased as he tried to feed their son a spoonful of carrots. Alex was a year and a half old and had recently discovered the word no. Johnny ignored the pleas and stuck the spoon in his mouth. Alex rewarded him by spitting the orange mush all over his shirt.

Gianna handed her husband a napkin. I told you that was going to happen.

The entire family had gathered for Sunday dinner at my parents' house. Mike and I had arrived a couple of hours earlier because I'd missed my daughter and couldn't wait to hug and play with her. I loved how she clapped her hands and giggled whenever Mike and I came into the room.

That poor girl. My mother, Maria Muccio, looked over at me in sympathy. She was feeding Cookie a spoonful of applesauce, which she gobbled down and then made a grunting noise that I knew meant more in baby language. Kelsey's parents are devastated. Your father said that her mother couldn't stop crying.

Puzzled, I stared at her. When did Dad see them?

Mom tossed her head proudly. Your father met with Barry and Olive Sherman this afternoon. He called a little while ago to say he'd be late for dinner. He's handling both the wake and funeral for Kelsey. And her parents are sparing no expense. Your father was so excited when he told me.

That's morbid, Gianna said with disgust. No pun intended.

Grandma Rosa made a harumphing noise and lifted a finger to the side of her head, twirling it around. The parents must be out of their minds with grief and do not know what they are doing. I would not let my son-in-law plan a funeral for a squirrel.

Oh, Ma, my mother chided as she wiped Cookie's mouth with a burp cloth. How can you say such a thing? Have a little faith. Dom has been working so hard these past few months to learn everything about the business. He's also made lovely improvements to the place. As soon as we get some investors for my line of mourning clothes, everyone will be flocking to Muccio's Mortuary.

Flocking, Grandma Rosa repeated. That is what the birds do when they see street kill, no?

You mean roadkill, Grandma. It was a struggle not to laugh. My grandmother was one in a million and everyone adored her. She'd come to live with us when I was three years old, after my grandfather had passed away, and had practically raised Gianna and me. Grandma Rosa was the sensible one in our family. She was a fabulous cook and did beautiful crochet work. She always gave sound advice, was kind, and full of wisdom. My parents—well, they were a different story. Some days I was convinced they were experiencing their second childhood.

Grandma Rosa shrugged. "Whatever. Maria, just when I think that pazza husband of yours cannot come up with any more strange ideas, he manages to surprise me. And this silly business of mourning clothes. The clothes you design are not appropriate for a street walker, let alone a funeral."

That's not true, my mother insisted. You haven't even seen the designs. As a matter of fact, a potential investor is going to be at the funeral home tomorrow night. When I mentioned earlier today that we had a service going on, he thought it was perfect timing. He'll be paying close attention to the outfits Josie, Gianna, and Sal will all be wearing.

I almost choked on my pasta. Wait. What?

Please tell me you're joking, Gianna said. I would not be caught dead wearing any of those sleazy outfits. She flushed when she realized her unintentional pun. I am a lawyer, Mother. I have a reputation to consider.

I was tempted to ask what about my reputation, but unlike Gianna, I wasn't defending people in a courtroom. Plus, this was Colwestern. My customers wouldn't care if I dressed in a tutu at the bakery. They were only concerned about the freshness of their order or if the fortune cookie message they received was too ominous.

Daddy's funeral home is going to be famous, Mom bragged. My fashion line will help. After all, my clothes speak for themselves.

This was true. My mother was the only 55-year-old woman I knew who still shopped at Forever 21.

Gianna poured herself another glass of wine. "Forget it, Mother. If Sal wants to do it, that's her business, but I will not be there."

Johnny's face broke out into a grin. Hey, Maria, do you have a lingerie line as well?

That's not funny. Gianna glared at him. Don't encourage her.

But these outfits aren't revealing, my mother protested. I have a lovely jumper that will look great on you, Gi. And a gorgeous silk pantsuit for Sal to wear.

Well, that was something to be thankful for. I was almost afraid she'd have me wearing a tube top.

My mother lifted Cookie out of her high chair. "This little doll needs to be changed. Sal, you and Josie should plan to arrive at the funeral home by five o'clock tomorrow night so that you can