Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder Part 12

Several minutes later, armed with a freshly made cup of coffee and a box of white cheddar cheese crackers, Hannah sat down in her chair again. As she alternately crunched and sipped, Moishe opened his good eye to give her a curious stare and promptly went back to sleep again.

"Some attack cat you are!" Hannah complained. And then she heard the sound of another car approaching the visitors' parking lot. As it drove past one of the old-fashioned streetlights, Hannah recognized Bernice Maciej's yellow Cadillac.

Bernice, who lived in the building directly across from Hannah, turned in to park next to the snow-covered car. She got out, the man got out, and they embraced in the parking lot. Hannah punched in the code to turn off the security system and opened the window to listen in on their conversation. She heard Bernice say: "Sorry, honey. I didn't think I'd be out this late." And the man replied, "That's okay, Mom. The traffic was light and I got here sooner than I thought I would."

Feeling more than a bit foolish, Hannah closed the window, set her alarm clock, and climbed under the covers. She rousted Moishe from the nest he'd made on her pillow and plunked him down on his.

"I must be getting paranoid," Hannah murmured as she reached out to pet Moishe's soft fur. "I should have taken my cue from you and just curled up and gone to sleep."

Chapter Fourteen.

When Hannah woke up the next morning, she was in a foul mood. She was used to getting along without the recommended eight hours of sleep, but she'd spent a very restless night and some of her dreams had been disturbing. Ron's killer had chased her in a yellow Cadillac bearing a striking resemblance to the one Bernice drove. Her final nightmare hadn't been so bad. She'd dreamed that she was being held down and tickled by a furry monster. By now, Hannah knew what that dream meant. Moishe had crawled onto her pillow. She'd managed to rouse herself enough to shove him over, and the rest of the night had been relatively peaceful.

There was a list on the pad of notepaper she kept on her night table and Hannah switched on the light to read it. The words Fluffy Dreams Fluffy Dreams were written at the top and they were in her handwriting. She must have been dreaming about cookies again. were written at the top and they were in her handwriting. She must have been dreaming about cookies again.

Oh, yes. Hannah began to smile. She remembered the dream now. She'd been catering a reception at the White House and the president, a young Abe Lincoln, had raved about her cookies. His wife, Barbara Bush, had asked for the recipe and she'd written it out right there in the Oval Office.

Hannah laughed out loud. Abe Lincoln and Barbara Bush. She guessed she shouldn't be surprised. It had been a dream, after all. But she had had written down the recipe. Perhaps her unconscious had come up with something delicious. written down the recipe. Perhaps her unconscious had come up with something delicious.

The words were written in an untidy scrawl. Obviously, she hadn't bothered to turn on the light. Hannah made out the word b.u.t.ter b.u.t.ter and a bit farther down and a bit farther down sugar. sugar. Between the two words was a scrawl that looked like Between the two words was a scrawl that looked like pooches pooches. It must be peaches, peaches, and peach cookies were an intriguing concept. She also made out and peach cookies were an intriguing concept. She also made out marshes marshes for marshmallows, and for marshmallows, and cuckoo, cuckoo, which could be either cocoa or coconut. Perhaps she'd experiment a bit with the ingredients and see what she could make. which could be either cocoa or coconut. Perhaps she'd experiment a bit with the ingredients and see what she could make.

Hannah carried the notebook out to the kitchen and poured herself a fragrant cup of coffee. After several bracing sips, she noticed that there was another line scrawled at the bottom of the recipe. It said: D-ask not with. D-ask not with.

There was a plaintive yowl from the direction of the food bowl, and Hannah got up to dump in the kitty crunchies. As she filled Moishe's water bowl with filtered water, she thought about that last cryptic note. The "D" "D" was Danielle. Hannah was almost certain of that. But what was "ask not with?" was Danielle. Hannah was almost certain of that. But what was "ask not with?"

It came to her in a flash of brilliant insight. Her mind had been working overtime last night. She'd wanted to remind herself to ask Danielle if there had been any time, during their night and early morning together, that Ron had gone somewhere without Danielle.

Hannah set Moishe's water bowl down on his Garfield rubber mat and went back to the table to finish her coffee. If yesterday and the day before were any indication, today would be hectic. She reached for the notepad, turned to a fresh page, and wrote down a list of things to do.

The first item Hannah wrote was Sparklettes. Sparklettes. She had to call to find out what time Danielle's water had been delivered on Wednesday morning. If what Danielle had told her was true, Danielle was in the clear. She had to call to find out what time Danielle's water had been delivered on Wednesday morning. If what Danielle had told her was true, Danielle was in the clear.

Hannah made another note: Herb-Lisa. Herb-Lisa. She wanted to corner Herb Beeseman on her way to work and convince him to call Lisa to invite her to the Woodleys' party. It was late notice, but Hannah was almost sure that Lisa would accept. When she'd asked last night, Lisa had told her that she'd received an invitation to the Woodleys' party, but that she wasn't planning to go. It wasn't because of her father-one of the neighbors had volunteered to sit with him-but Lisa really didn't want to attend the biggest party of the year by herself. She hadn't wanted to tag along with Hannah and Norman, either, and that was when Hannah had decided to talk Herb into asking Lisa. She wanted to corner Herb Beeseman on her way to work and convince him to call Lisa to invite her to the Woodleys' party. It was late notice, but Hannah was almost sure that Lisa would accept. When she'd asked last night, Lisa had told her that she'd received an invitation to the Woodleys' party, but that she wasn't planning to go. It wasn't because of her father-one of the neighbors had volunteered to sit with him-but Lisa really didn't want to attend the biggest party of the year by herself. She hadn't wanted to tag along with Hannah and Norman, either, and that was when Hannah had decided to talk Herb into asking Lisa.

The third item on her list was Lisa-dress. Lisa-dress. Hannah planned to take Lisa to Beau Monde during their slow time between eleven and twelve. She'd put a sign on the door and if anyone was that desperate for a cookie, they could come next door to get her. Hannah planned to take Lisa to Beau Monde during their slow time between eleven and twelve. She'd put a sign on the door and if anyone was that desperate for a cookie, they could come next door to get her.

The next line on Hannah's list said: Clue Claire. Clue Claire. She'd dash over this morning, while Lisa was baking, to tell Claire that the dress Lisa chose should be "on sale" for sixty dollars. She'd make up the difference and they could settle up later, when Lisa wasn't around. She'd dash over this morning, while Lisa was baking, to tell Claire that the dress Lisa chose should be "on sale" for sixty dollars. She'd make up the difference and they could settle up later, when Lisa wasn't around.

Moishe gave another yowl and Hannah noticed that his food bowl was empty again. Her cat was a regular feline garbage disposal, but he didn't seem to be gaining any weight. Perhaps he did kitty aerobics when she wasn't home.

"That looks lovely on you," Claire announced as Lisa walked out of the dressing room wearing a wine-red dress. "What do you think, Hannah?"

Hannah laughed. "You're asking me me? You should know better, Claire. How many times have you wanted to tell me that all my taste is in my mouth?"

"Too many times to count." Claire laughed lightly and then she turned to Lisa. "What do you think, Lisa?"

"I'm not sure. I really like this one, but the emerald green is such a wonderful color."

"Too bad they're not twofers." Hannah winked at Claire, hoping that she'd take the hint. It was unlikely. Beau Monde was a boutique, and Claire thought of herself as a fashion consultant, several cuts above an owner or a saleslady. Hannah doubted that her high-fashion neighbor had ever considered having a two-for-one sale.

"It's strange that you should mention it, Hannah." Claire surprised Hannah by taking the hint immediately. "As it happens, I just marked these two particular dresses down. The wine satin sheath has a slight imperfection in the bodice and the b.u.t.ton on the back of the green silk doesn't quite match the color of the dress."

Lisa's eyes opened wide. "I didn't even notice!"

"Perhaps not, but I did. And I refuse to let my customers pay full price for something that isn't absolutely perfect."

"How much are they now?" Lisa asked.

Hannah held her breath. If Claire mentioned a price that was too low, Lisa would suspect that they were in cahoots.

"They're both on sale for sixty. That's two-thirds off the regular price. Believe me, Lisa, you'll be doing me a favor if you take them off my hands. Returning things to my supplier is a nightmare."

"Then I'll take them both." Lisa was so excited her voice squeaked.

"There's only one condition." Claire looked very serious. "You have to promise that you won't tell anyone else how much they cost. If the other women find out that you paid only sixty dollars for a Beau Monde dress, they'll all ask for special prices."

"I won't tell anyone. Even if I did, they'd never believe me. Thank you, Claire. This is really my lucky day!"

While Lisa changed back into her working clothes, Hannah dashed back to The Cookie Jar. She'd been gone less than fifteen minutes, but there were several people waiting to get in. One of them was Bill, and Hannah pulled him aside, once she'd waited on her customers. "Why didn't you come next door to get me? I was just helping Lisa buy a dress."

"That's okay. You didn't find out anything new, did you?"

"Not since I talked to you last night." Hannah shook her head. She'd called the Sparklettes office and confirmed Danielle's alibi, but there was no reason to tell Bill about that. "Did you check on the bouncer?"

"The maternity ward nurse said that he was at the hospital until nine on Wednesday morning. I just dropped by to remind you that the sheriff's department's open house is tomorrow. You're going to bake cookies for us, aren't you?"

"Of course I am. It's on my calendar." Hannah led the way into the back room and pointed to the huge calendar that hung on her wall.

"What kind are you making?"

"Black and Whites. I might as well start mixing them up right now."

"Black and Whites?"

"They're fudge cookies with powdered sugar on top," Hannah explained. "I developed the recipe last week and I'm naming them after your new squad cars."

"The guys will like that. Are you going to bake them now?"

"No, not until tomorrow morning. The dough has to chill overnight. I'll have them out at the station before noon."

"That's another reason I came in. Sheriff Grant's driving the new guy around and he said they'd come in to pick them up."

"New guy?"

"He's coming in tomorrow morning. Sheriff Grant hired a really good detective away from the MPD."

"Why would a Minneapolis detective want to come here?" Hannah was flabbergasted. "It's got to mean a big salary cut."

"I know. We only make half as much as the MPD guys do, but I heard that he wanted to move here for personal reasons."

"Personal reasons?"

"Yeah, he wanted to get out of Minneapolis. I know his wife died. I figure he probably wants to make a fresh start where things don't remind him of her."

That made sense, but Hannah was still worried. Winnetka County was big, but did the sheriff's department really need two two new detectives? new detectives?

"There's a lot I can learn from his guy, Hannah. I got a chance to peek at his personnel jacket and he's solved a ton of tough cases."

Hannah nodded and got out her mixing bowls, arranging them in a row. What Bill had just told her disturbed her deeply. If this new man had been hired as a detective, it didn't bode well for Bill's promotion. "Do you have time to watch the shop for me while I mix up this dough? Lisa should be back any minute and I'll pay you in cookies."

"Sure." Bill gave her a big grin. "I'm on my lunch break."

Once Bill had left, Hannah gathered the ingredients for the cookies she'd named Black and Whites. While she worked, she thought about the new detective. Bill had said that his wife had died, and Delores was bound to zero in on any new unattached man in town.

Hannah did her best to practice positive thinking as she mixed up the dough. She'd won a jackpot last night, and if her luck held, Bill's new colleague wouldn't be the type of man that her mother would consider as a prospective son-in-law. Unfortunately, as far as Delores was concerned, any ambulatory male without a felony conviction was a viable candidate.

Black and Whites Do not preheat oven yet-dough must chill before baking.

2 cups chocolate chips cup b.u.t.ter (1 sticks) (1 sticks)2 cups brown sugar (or white sugar with a scant 2 tablespoons mola.s.ses mixed in) (or white sugar with a scant 2 tablespoons mola.s.ses mixed in)4 eggs2 teaspoons vanilla2 teaspoons baking powder1 teaspoon salt2 cups flour (not sifted) (not sifted)approx. cup confectioners' sugar (powdered sugar) (powdered sugar) in a small bowl in a small bowlMelt chocolate chips with b.u.t.ter. (Microwave on high power for 2 minutes, then stir until smooth.) (Microwave on high power for 2 minutes, then stir until smooth.)Mix in sugar and let cool. Add eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each addition. Mix in vanilla, baking powder, and salt. Add flour and mix well.Chill dough for at least 4 hours. (Overnight is even better.) (Overnight is even better.)When you're ready to bake, preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position.Roll walnut-sized dough b.a.l.l.s with your hands. (Messy-wear plastic gloves if you wish.) Drop the dough b.a.l.l.s into a bowl with the powdered sugar and roll them around until they're coated. (If the dough gets too warm, stick it back in the refrigerator until you can handle it again.) (If the dough gets too warm, stick it back in the refrigerator until you can handle it again.)Place the b.a.l.l.s on a greased cookie sheet, 12 to a standard sheet. (They will flatten when they bake.) (They will flatten when they bake.) Bake at 350 degrees F. for 12 to 14 minutes. Let them cool on the cookie sheet for 2 minutes, and then remove to wire rack to finish cooling. Bake at 350 degrees F. for 12 to 14 minutes. Let them cool on the cookie sheet for 2 minutes, and then remove to wire rack to finish cooling.Made these for the Winnetka County Sheriff's Department Open House, in honor of their four new cruisers.Yield: 6 to 8 dozen, depending on cookie size.

Chapter Fifteen.

Hannah stepped back to a.s.sess her reflection. Her new dress was exquisite. She'd pulled her frizzy red hair back in the ebony clasp her younger sister Mich.e.l.le had sent from an art and jewelry fair they'd held on the Macalester campus, and it actually looked good. And Lisa had been right. Her new shoes couldn't have been more perfect. Hannah looked sophisticated for the first time in her life, and it was a bit of a shock. She also looked s.e.xy, which was even more of a shock, and she hoped that Norman wouldn't think she'd worn this dress just for him.

Moishe yowled from his spot on the bed and Hannah turned to give him a thumbs-up. "You're right. I know I've never looked this good before. It's a real change, isn't it?"

Moishe yowled again and Hannah a.s.sumed that it was a change he didn't appreciate. He also knew that she was going out again and he didn't appreciate that, either. She dabbed on a bit of perfume from the bottle of Chanel No. Five that her old college roommate had given her years before, and headed off to the kitchen to appease the beast that lived under her roof.

Several kitty treats later and Moishe was happy again. Hannah paced across the floor, waiting for Norman. She didn't dare sit down. Her new dress was black and every chair in her apartment was inundated with orange cat hair. She was just crossing the living room for the sixteenth time when her doorbell chimed.

"Stay!" Hannah used the command voice the dog trainers on television used and Moishe looked startled. It probably didn't work on cats, but there was really no danger of Moishe escaping when she opened the door. He had a full food bowl and he knew when he had a good thing going.

"Hi, Hannah." Norman looked a little nervous as he thrust out a florist's box. "Uh...these are for you."

Hannah smiled and ushered him in. To her surprise, Norman looked much better in his formal clothing than she'd thought he would. "Thanks, Norman. Just let me get my coat and I'll be ready to go."

"You'd better put those in water first." Norman gestured toward the box. "My mother wanted me to get you a corsage, but I told her that this wasn't a prom date."

Hannah laughed and led the way to the kitchen to get out a vase. She filled it with water, opened the box, and smiled as she took out a large bunch of pink, white, and yellow daisies. "Thank you, Norman. They're beautiful and I like them much better than a corsage."

"You didn't tell me you had a cat." Norman stared at Moishe, who had lifted his head from the depths of his food dish to examine the stranger who had invaded his kitchen.

Hannah quickly thrust the flowers in the vase and turned to Norman in alarm. "Sorry. I didn't think to tell you. You're not allergic, are you?"

"Not at all. Cats are some of my favorite people. What's his name?"

"Moishe."

"After Moshe Dayan?"

"That's right. He's blind in one eye."

"Perfect name." Norman bent down and extended his hand. "Come here and meet me, big guy."

Hannah watched in amazement as Moishe padded over to Norman and rubbed up against his hand. Her cat had never been this sociable before. Norman scratched him under the chin and she could hear Moishe's purr all the way across the kitchen. "He likes likes you." you."

"I guess he does."

Hannah watched as Norman scooped Moishe up and tickled his belly, something Moishe usually hated. But her cat just lolled in Norman's arms and looked as blissful as a cat could look.

"Okay, Moishe. We have to go." Norman carried him out to the living room and set him down on the couch. "Do you leave the television on for him?"

Hannah nodded, hoping Norman wouldn't think she was crazy. "It's company for him when I'm gone."

"That makes sense. I'll do it while you get your coat. Which channel does he like?"

"Anything except Animal Planet. They run vet programs and he hates vets." Hannah went to the closet and grabbed the coat she'd chosen, a previously owned cashmere that she'd found at Helping Hands. When she came back into the room, Norman was frowning. "Is there something wrong, Norman?"

"I was just kicking myself for forgetting to tell you how gorgeous you look. I should have said that right away. Mother would have a fit if she knew."

Hannah laughed. "So would my mother. Delores made me promise to tell you how nice you you looked and I forgot. If we run into them at the party, we won't mention it. How's that?" looked and I forgot. If we run into them at the party, we won't mention it. How's that?"

"Good." Norman opened the door and waited for Hannah to step through. "Uh...Hannah?"

"Yes, Norman?" Hannah double-locked the door with her key and they walked down the stairs to the ground floor.

"We're going to run into them at the party. As a matter of fact, we'll see them before that."

Hannah winced. "Don't tell me we're picking them up!"

"Not exactly. I did that already, before I came to get you. They're both waiting for us in the backseat of my car."