Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder (Hannah Swensen Series #1)

Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder (Hannah Swensen Series #1)

by Joanne Fluke

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ISBN-13: 9780758273291
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 05/01/2011
Series: Hannah Swensen Series , #1
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 21,689
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

JOANNE FLUKE is the New York Times bestselling author of the Hannah Swensen mysteries, which include Double Fudge Brownie Murder, Blackberry Pie Murder, Cinnamon Roll Murder, and the book that started it all, Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder. That first installment in the series premiered as Murder, She Baked:  A Chocolate Chip Cookie Mystery on the Hallmark Movies & Mysteries Channel. Like Hannah Swensen, Joanne Fluke was born and raised in a small town in rural Minnesota, but now lives in Southern California. Please visit her online at www.JoanneFluke.com

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Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder

A Hannah Swensen Mystery


By JOANNE FLUKE

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2006 H.L. Swensen, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61773-124-2


CHAPTER 1

Hannah Swensen slipped into the old leather bomber jacket that she'd rescued from the Helping Hands thrift store and reached down to pick up the huge orange tomcat that was rubbing against her ankles. "Okay, Moishe. You can have one refill, but that's it until tonight."

As she carried Moishe into the kitchen and set him down by his food bowl, Hannah remembered the day he'd set up camp outside her condo door. He'd looked positively disreputable, covered with matted fur and grime, and she'd immediately taken him in. Who else would adopt a twenty-five-pound, half-blind cat with a torn ear? Hannah had named him Moishe, and though he certainly wouldn't have won any prizes at the Lake Eden Cat Fanciers' Club, there had been an instant bond between them. They were both battle-worn — Hannah from weekly confrontations with her mother, and Moishe from his hard life on the streets.

Moishe rumbled in contentment as Hannah filled his bowl. He seemed properly grateful that he no longer had to scrounge for food and shelter and he showed his appreciation in countless ways. Just this morning, Hannah had found the hindquarters of a mouse in the center of the kitchen table, right next to the drooping African violet that she kept forgetting to water. While most of her female contemporaries would have screamed for their husbands to remove the disgusting sight, Hannah had picked up the carcass by the tail and praised Moishe lavishly for keeping her condo rodent-free.

"See you tonight, Moishe." Hannah gave him an affectionate pat and snatched up her car keys. She was just pulling on her leather gloves, preparing to leave, when the phone rang.

Hannah glanced at the apple-shaped wall clock, which she'd found at a garage sale. It was only sixA.M. Her mother wouldn't call this early, would she?

Moishe looked up from his bowl with an expression that Hannah interpreted as sympathy. He didn't like Delores Swensen and he had done nothing to hide his feelings when she'd dropped in for surprise visits at her daughter's condo. After suffering through several pairs of shredded pantyhose, Delores had decided that she would limit her socializing to their Tuesday-night mother-daughter dinners.

Hannah picked up the phone, cutting off the answering machine in midmessage, and sighed as she heard her mother's voice. "Hello, Mother. I'm ready to walk out the door, so we'll have to keep this short. I'm already late for work."

Moishe raised his tail and shook it, pointing his posterior at the phone. Hannah stifled a giggle at his antics and gave him a conspiratorial wink. "No, Mother, I didn't give Norman my phone number. If he wants to contact me, he'll have to look it up."

Hannah frowned as her mother went into her familiar litany on the proper way to attract a man. Their dinner last night had been a disaster. When she'd arrived at her mother's house, Hannah had encountered two additional guests: her mother's newly widowed neighbor, Mrs. Carrie Rhodes, and her son, Norman. Hannah had been obligated to make polite conversation with Norman over sickeningly sweet Hawaiian pot roast and a chocolate-covered nut cake from the Red Owl Grocery as their respective mothers beamed happily and remarked on what a charming couple they made.

"Look, Mother, I really have to ..." Hannah stopped and rolled her eyes at the ceiling. Once Delores got started on a subject, it was impossible to get a word in edgewise. Her mother believed that a woman approaching thirty ought to be married, and even though Hannah had argued that she liked her life the way it was, it hadn't prevented Delores from introducing her to every single, widowed, or divorced man who'd set foot in Lake Eden.

"Yes, Mother. Norman seems very nice, but ..." Hannah winced as her mother continued to wax eloquent over Norman's good qualities. What on earth had convinced Delores that her eldest daughter would be interested in a balding dentist, several years her senior, whose favorite topic of conversation was gum disease? "Excuse me, Mother, but I'm running late and ..."

Moishe seemed to sense that his mistress was frustrated because he reached out with one orange paw and flipped over his food bowl. Hannah stared at him in surprise for a moment, and then she began to grin.

"Gotta run, Mother. Moishe just knocked over his food bowl and I've got Meow Mix all over the floor." Hannah cut off her mother's comments about Norman's earning capabilities in midbreath and hung up the phone. Then she swept up the cat food, dumped it in the trash, and poured in fresh food for Moishe. She added a couple of kitty treats, Moishe's reward for being so clever, and left him munching contentedly as she rushed out the door.

Hannah hurried down the steps to the underground garage, unlocked the door to her truck, and climbed in behind the wheel. When she'd opened her business, she'd bought a used Chevy Suburban from Cyril Murphy's car lot. She'd painted it candy-apple red, a color that was sure to attract notice wherever it was parked, and arranged for the name of her business — The Cookie Jar — to be painted in gold letters on the front doors. She'd even ordered a vanity license plate that read: "COOKIES."

As Hannah drove up the ramp that led to ground level, she met her next-door neighbor coming home. Phil Plotnik worked nights at DelRay Manufacturing, and Hannah rolled down the window to pass on the warning that their water would be shut off between ten and noon. Then she used her gate card to exit the complex and turned North onto Old Lake Road.

The interstate ran past Lake Eden, but most of the locals used Old Lake Road to get to town. It was the scenic route, winding around Eden Lake. When the tourists arrived in the summer, some of them were confused by the names. Hannah always explained it with a smile when they asked. The lake was named "Eden Lake," and the town that nestled next to its shore was called "Lake Eden."

There was a real nip in the air this morning, not unusual for the third week in October. Autumn was brief in Minnesota, a few weeks of turning leaves that caused everyone to snap photographs of the deep reds, gaudy oranges, and bright yellows. After the last leaf had fallen, leaving the branches stark and bare against the leaden skies, the cold north winds would start to blow. Then the first snowfall would arrive to the delight of the children and the stoic sighs of the adults. While sledding, ice-skating and snowball fights might be fun for the kids, winter also meant mounds of snow that had to be shoveled, virtual isolation when the roads were bad, and temperatures that frequently dropped down to thirty or even forty below zero.

The summer people had left Eden Lake right after the Labor Day weekend to return to their snug winter homes in the cities. Their cabins on the lakeshore stood vacant, their pipes wrapped with insulation to keep them from freezing in the subzero winter temperatures, and their windows boarded up against the icy winds that swept across the frozen surface of the lake. Now only the locals were in residence and the population of Lake Eden, which nearly quadrupled over the summer months, was down to less than three thousand.

As she idled at the stoplight on Old Lake Road and Dairy Avenue, Hannah saw a familiar sight. Ron LaSalle was standing by the dock of the Cozy Cow Dairy, loading his truck for his commercial route. By this time of the morning, Ron had finished delivering dairy products to his residential customers, placing their milk, cream, and eggs in the insulated boxes the dairy provided. The boxes were a necessity in Minnesota. They kept the contents cool in the summer and protected them from freezing in the winter.

Ron was cupping his jaw with one hand and his pose was pensive, as if he were contemplating things more serious than the orders he had yet to deliver. Hannah would be seeing him later, when he delivered her supplies, and she made a mental note to ask him what he'd been thinking about. Ron prided himself on his punctuality and the Cozy Cow truck would pull up at her back door at precisely seven thirty-five. After Ron had delivered her daily order, he'd come into the coffee shop for a quick cup of coffee and a warm cookie. Hannah would see him again at three in the afternoon, right after he'd finished his routes. That was when he picked up his standing order, a dozen cookies to go. Ron kept them in his truck overnight so that he could have cookies for breakfast the next morning.

Ron looked up, spotted her at the stoplight, and raised one hand in a wave. Hannah gave him a toot of her horn as the light turned green and she drove on by. With his dark wavy hair and well-muscled body, Ron was certainly easy on the eyes. Hannah's youngest sister, Michelle, swore that Ron was every bit as handsome as Tom Cruise and she'd been dying to date him when she was in high school. Even now, when Michelle came home from Macalester College, she never failed to ask about Ron.

Three years ago, everyone had expected the star quarterback of the Lake Eden Gulls to be drafted by the pros, but Ron had torn a ligament in the final game of his high school career, ending his hopes for a spot with the Minnesota Vikings. There were times when Hannah felt sorry for Ron. She was sure that driving a Cozy Cow delivery truck wasn't the glorious future he'd envisioned for himself. But Ron was still a local hero. Everyone in Lake Eden remembered his remarkable game-winning touchdown at the state championships. The trophy he'd won was on display in a glass case at the high school and he volunteered his time as an unpaid assistant coach for the Lake Eden Gulls. Perhaps it was better to be a big fish in a little pond than a third-string quarterback who warmed the Vikings' bench.

No one else was on the streets this early, but Hannah made sure that her speedometer read well below the twenty-five-mile limit. Herb Beeseman, their local law enforcement officer, was known to lie in wait for unwary residents who were tempted to tread too heavily on the accelerator. Though Hannah had never been the recipient of one of Herb's speeding tickets, her mother was still livid about the fine that Marge Beeseman's youngest son had levied against her.

Hannah turned at the corner of Main and Fourth and drove into the alley behind her shop. The square white building sported two parking spots, and Hannah pulled her truck into one of them. She didn't bother to unwind the cord that was wrapped around her front bumper and plug it into the strip of power outlets on the rear wall of the building. The sun was shining and the announcer on the radio had promised that the temperatures would reach the high forties today. There was no need to use her head bolt heater for another few weeks, but when winter arrived and the mercury dropped below freezing, she'd need it to ensure that her engine would start.

Once she'd opened the door and slid out of her Suburban, Hannah locked it carefully behind her. There wasn't much crime in Lake Eden, but Herb Beeseman also left tickets on any vehicle that he found parked and unlocked. Before she could cover the distance to the rear door of the bakery, Claire Rodgers pulled up in her little blue Toyota and parked in back of the tan building next to Hannah's shop.

Hannah stopped and waited for Claire to get out of her car. She liked Claire and she didn't believe the rumors that floated around town about her affair with the mayor. "Hi, Claire. You're here early today."

"I just got in a new shipment of party dresses and they have to be priced." Claire's classically beautiful face lit up in a smile. "The holidays are coming, you know."

Hannah nodded. She wasn't looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas with her mother and sisters, but it was an ordeal that had to be endured for the sake of family peace.

"You should stop by, Hannah." Claire gave her an appraising look, taking in the bomber jacket that had seen better days and the old wool watch cap that Hannah had pulled over her frizzy red curls. "I have a stunning little black cocktail dress that would do wonders for you."

Hannah smiled and nodded, but she had all she could do to keep from laughing as Claire unlocked the rear door to Beau Monde Fashions and stepped inside. Where could she wear a cocktail dress in Lake Eden? No one hosted any cocktail parties and the only upscale restaurant in town had closed down right after the tourists had left. Hannah couldn't remember the last time she'd gone out to a fancy dinner. For that matter, she couldn't remember the last time that anyone had asked her out on a date.

Hannah unlocked her back door and pushed it open. The sweet smell of cinnamon and molasses greeted her, and she began to smile. She'd mixed up several batches of cookie dough last night and the scent still lingered. She flipped on the lights, hung her jacket on the hook by the door, and fired up the two industrial gas ovens that sat against the back wall. Her assistant, Lisa Herman, would be here at seven-thirty to start the baking.

The next half hour passed quickly as Hannah chopped, melted, measured, and mixed ingredients. By trial and error, she'd found that her cookies tasted better if she limited herself to batches that she could mix by hand. Her recipes were originals, developed in her mother's kitchen when she was a teenager. Delores thought baking was a chore and she'd been happy to delegate that task to her eldest daughter so that she could devote all of her energies to collecting antiques.

At ten past seven, Hannah carried the last bowl of cookie dough to the cooler and stacked the utensils she'd used in her industrial-sized dishwasher. She hung up her work apron, removed the paper cap she'd used to cover her curls, and headed off to the coffee shop to start the coffee.

A swinging restaurant-style door separated the bakery from the coffee shop. Hannah pushed it open and stepped inside, flipping on the old-fashioned globe fixtures she'd salvaged from a defunct ice-cream parlor in a neighboring town. She walked to the front windows, pulled aside the chintz curtains, and surveyed the length of Main Street. Nothing was moving; it was still too early, but Hannah knew that within the hour, the chairs that surrounded the small round tables in her shop would be filled with customers. The Cookie Jar was a meeting place for the locals, a choice spot to exchange gossip and plan out the day over heavy white mugs of strong coffee and freshly baked cookies from her ovens.

The stainless-steel coffee urn gleamed brightly and Hannah smiled as she filled it with water and measured out the coffee. Lisa had scoured it yesterday, restoring it to its former splendor. Lisa was a pure godsend when it came to running the bakery and the coffee shop. She saw what needed to be done, did it without being asked, and had even come up with a few cookie recipes of her own to add to Hannah's files. It was a real pity that Lisa hadn't used her academic scholarship to go on to college, but her father, Jack Herman, was suffering from Alzheimer's and Lisa had decided to stay home to take care of him.

Hannah removed three eggs from the refrigerator behind the counter and dropped them, shells and all, into the bowl with the coffee grounds. Then she broke them open with a heavy spoon and added a dash of salt. Once she'd mixed up the eggs and shells with the coffee grounds, Hannah scraped the contents of the bowl into the basket and flipped on the switch to start the coffee.

A few minutes later, the coffee began to perk and Hannah sniffed the air appreciatively. Nothing smelled better than freshly brewed coffee, and everyone in Lake Eden said that her coffee was the best. Hannah tied on the pretty chintz apron she wore for serving her customers and ducked back through the swinging door to give Lisa her instructions.

"Bake the Chocolate Chip Crunches first, Lisa." Hannah gave Lisa a welcoming smile.

"They're already in the ovens, Hannah." Lisa looked up from the stainless-steel work surface, where she was scooping out dough with a melon-baller and placing the perfectly round spheres into a small bowl filled with sugar. She was only nineteen, ten years younger than Hannah was, and her petite form was completely swaddled in the huge white baker's apron she wore. "I'm working on the Molasses Crackles for the Boy Scout Awards Banquet now."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder by JOANNE FLUKE. Copyright © 2006 H.L. Swensen, Inc.. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP..
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is a good weekend read. If you're just starting with mysteries (like I was when I read it), then its a nice place to start. Its nothing too out there and it has a more down to earth feeling to it. Its got a good start. And the recipes are entertaining. The lead character is also someone easy to identify with, and it'll have you wishing you lived in a small time like hers (well, one without all the murders). I think its a nice combination of chick-lit and mystery and highly recommend it if you're looking for a quick read or something to get your mind off of work. Joanne Fluke definitely has a lot of talent.
BookaholicTracy More than 1 year ago
Joanne Fluke does a wonderful job at creating an amazing plot. I stayed up late to read it and enjoyed every minute. will buy more.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Hannah Swenson is able to keep the towns folk in delicious cookies while solving a murder mystery. She does all this without finding the need to use foul language or sex to do it. I tried several of the cookie recipes she includes throughout the book and found them to be very good. My family and friends enjoyed them. A very good read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a great series. I have read all of them that are out. They are like chocolate. One is never enough.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Thirty-year old Hannah Swensen lives in Lake Eden, Minnesota, a town with a winter population of about three thousand residents. Though her mother lives near her, Hannah likes living in her own condo shared with a one-eyed cat, Moishe. Hannah enjoys being single and resents her mother¿s efforts to fix her up with seemingly every bachelor in the state. Hannah owns and operates the Cookie Jar, a combination coffeehouse and catering service. Her business is thriving but dramatically increases when Hannah discovers the murdered body of dairy delivery person Ron La Salle in the parking space behind her shop.

Hannah¿s brother-in-law Winnekta County Deputy Sheriff Bill Todd asks her to help him solve the case. He knows she is a good sleuth and he feels he will get a promotion if they succeed. The enthusiastic Hannah dives into the investigation to uncover the identity of a killer. However, unlike a cat, Hannah does not have nine lives and if she gets too close she might lose the one she has.

Readers will need to make a quantum leap of faith to believe that law enforcement official will ask a civilian to help on a homicide case. That flaw permeates a well-written novel as Bill continuously encourages his sister-in-law Hannah to make inquiries that place her in danger. The story line is fast-paced and the fully developed characters except for Bill (who places career ahead of loved ones) are all likable. Throughout the tale are recipes for cookies as expected from a ¿culinary¿ mystery. Joanne Fluke shows she is no fluke as an author of amateur sleuth tales as the novel is quite interesting. It does needs a different plot device for Hannah to enter the investigation realistically.

Harriet Klausner

Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a great mystery book. It is for all ages because it a good clean story. It is hard to find a mystery book that has "NO" sex or "NO vulgar language. I plan on reading the rest of the series. I love the recipes.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved the Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder book. It is the only one I have read. I just started reading it the other day. I thought that it was neat to have the recipes written out in the book. I also thought that the characters were really cool and believable. Hope to get the second one soon. Trying to read them in order.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A good quick read and the recipies were actually great
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
fun reading and great receipes
Piano502 More than 1 year ago
The plot was great. I am now going to read the whole series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A great blend of mystery, romance and humor. I also love having the recipes.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Easy reading and enjoyable. I especially liked the recipes along the way. Have made two of the cookies and both were delicious. Didn't realize they were a series that should be read in order, but since this was #1, I guess it's not a big deal at this point.
smilingturtle More than 1 year ago
This book is an easy read... I like her writing style. Love that she includes the recipes for the cookies she talks about in the story. I also like the fact that the main character is trying to be an detective making references to the many csi type shows and movies. Fun read... Definitely recommend.
nancydrew123 More than 1 year ago
This is a delightful series set in Lake Eden, Minnesota. I love the quirky small town setting and the bakery theme. In this first book in the series I thought the author did a great job of introducing the main characters. I wanted to light the fireplace, curl up and grab a cookie when I read this book. Hannah is a likeable character with a humorous relationship with her family... especially her mother. The mystery kept me guessing. This book doesn't have a deep sub plot with lots of twists and turns but it's a fun, quick read that draws you into the small MN town and makes you want to come back for more.
boadiccea More than 1 year ago
I went into this book expecting a bit of fluff. I have to say, the mystery was actually quite good, and I found myself LOVING the characters! A very fun read. I immediately bought the 2nd book in the series. I also look forward to trying some of the cookie recipes found between chapters!
MissMarie5 More than 1 year ago
I wanted to read a light hearted book. Even though this was a murder mystery, the characters were all great. The recipes are fantastic!!! I can not wait to read the next one I downloaded!!
lovejoy_rat on LibraryThing 22 days ago
Very cute cozy mystery from a prolific author - one of the first in the cozy mystery genre to include her recipes in with her corpses. This was read as part of a genre study for work, and I have to say I enjoyed it. Hannah makes for a canny amateur sleuth, and she's fun to read about to boot. There were a few crazy loose ends in this first in the series, but I'm thinking they get resolved in future books. I'm thinkin the Strawberry Shortcake Murder is going to have to go on the TBR. Pick this one up if you like culinary cozy mysteries with just enough fluff around the bodies to make these gentle reads.
punxsygal on LibraryThing 22 days ago
The first in a series of cozy cookie related murder mysteries. Hannah Swenson, of Lake Eden, Minnesota is the owner of The Cookie Jar. While fending off her mother's attempts to match her with every single man in town, Hannah finds Ron LaSalle murdered in his truck behind her bakery with one of her famous Chocolate Chip Crunches in his hand. Hannah begins snooping and as she does more suspects turn up.
koalamom on LibraryThing 22 days ago
This was fun ala Annie Darling and Harry Haristeen in that they all have other successful careers/lives and end up almost needing to solve murder mysteries.Hannah Swenson owns a very successful cookie shop. One morning her milk deliver man is late and then she finds out why when she discovers his body in an alley right next to her shop. This leads her to aid the detective on the case, who also happens to be her brother-in-law, in solving the mystery to the point (as usual) of nearly getting killed herself.As an added bit of fun, she gives the recipes for seven of the cookies that she mentions in the book. What could be better than that!
moraavon on LibraryThing 22 days ago
The first in this cozy mystery series. I found the characters real and funny. The setting is a small Minnesota town and while I have never lived in Minnesota, small towns share many of the same characteristics regardless of where they are. As with most cozy mysteries, the murder and who dun it are secondary to the character development. If you are looking for a hard hitting, graphic sex and gore book, this is not for you. If you want a bit of light reading with great recipes grab this book. The only problem you will have is should it go with the mysteries or cookbooks? Maybe you need 2 copies?
Ravenclaw79 on LibraryThing 22 days ago
A very readable mystery with likable characters and a plot that's twisty enough not to be predictable. Plus, you get recipes, too! :)
cozy-reader on LibraryThing 24 days ago
I've been reading lots of first-in-a-series this year. There are so many new-to-me mystery series that I haven't read, and I'm enjoying checking them all out. One series I've heard a lot about was the Hannah Swensen series by Joanne Fluke. Hannah Swensen has returned to her hometown and is all settled in running The Cookie Jar, and trying to dodge her mother's matchmaking, when a murder lands in her lap. Who killed the much-loved delivery boy, Ron LaSalle, and will she able to solve the mystery before the murderer strikes again? I really enjoyed this first book in the series. It nicely sets up the peaceful town of Lake Eden, and a host of interesting characters. I really enjoyed Hannah as the sleuth. She wasn't ditzy or silly (which really turns me away from a female sleuth that is) and she managed to solve the murder before I did! The end of CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE MURDER shows promise for Hannah's love life in the future (either with the new detective Mike, or the sweet dentist Norman) and I'm looking forward to reading more of her adventures. Overall this was a good mystery, and I'm glad that I have the second book sitting in my tbr waiting to be read. If you like your cozies will a good dose of culinary style, then check this series out. The cookie and slice recipes throughout the book are worth the cost of the book alone! I can't wait to try some of them.
miyurose on LibraryThing 24 days ago
I wasn¿t sure I was going to like this. I¿d just finished listening to Before I Wake and lamenting about how nice everyone was, and now I¿m going to listen to a cozy mystery? Instead of boring me, this book charmed me. I liked Hannah a lot. Even her amateur sleuthing is believable, because she never really does anything to find her information that I couldn¿t have done (except maybe the breaking and entering!). She mostly just asks the right questions of the right people. The fact that she¿s helping the cops is something that is only believable in this small town atmosphere. My only regret is that I was listening to this rather than reading it, because now I¿m going to have to track down a hard copy of the book so I can get some of the recipes! I¿ll definitely be continuing with this series.
boekenwijs on LibraryThing 24 days ago
Due to LT I ran into this series and I like it! Cozy mysteries just work sometimes when you've read more difficult stuff and are busy in the rest of your life. Sometimes the story is slightly predictable but it's always fun to find the killer with a semi-detective. And I like the cookie recipes. I really should try some of them.
miamismartgirl09 on LibraryThing 24 days ago
This is a book I grabbed on a whim, actually wanting the cookie recipe more than anything, that I enjoyed very much for a light read.It is the first book in the Hannah Sweson Mysteries. In addition to the interesting plot, it has some recipes that are quick and easy to make, not to mention yummy to eat!This book starts out when Hannah descovers the body of Ron, a dairy delivery man, mudered in an alley near Hannah's dessert bakery.Hannah's brother-in-law, Detective Bill Todd, is on the case, and Hannah decides to help him, off the books. As Hannah goes about her search, she soon finds another dead body, the very owner of the dairy Ron worked for, and one of Hannah's very own suspects!This is a very fun, cozy, interesting story, one without a too-stressing plot.