Never Say Pie: Lexy Baker Cozy Mystery Series, #14
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When the president of the Brook Ridge Falls Senior Center Book Club is found dead, facedown in one of the pies meant for the club's pie-eating contest, Lexy and her posse of iPad-toting grandmothers take it upon themselves to find the killer. Too bad the only potential clue might be buried inside one of the many pies taken by the police for evidence.
That's no problem. Lexy, Nans, and the ladies will use their uncanny methods of deduction to ferret out the killer. They waste no time filling their suspect list.
Was it the crusty old author?
The flaky antiques dealer?
The cheating husband with his half-baked grief act?
They all had means, motive, and opportunity and seem to be harboring secrets. But what has Lexy really worried is that someone in her group seems to have a secret of her own.
Just when the case seems impossible to solve, they come across another clue. Will Lexy and her posse realize its hidden meaning before it's too late?
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Never Say Pie - Leighann Dobbs
CHAPTER ONE
Summer at the Brook Ridge Retirement Community had never looked so festive. Pastel paper streamers draped from the ceiling, and foil balloons and fresh flowers decorated the center of the twenty or so round tables for eight placed around the main dining room.
The savory smell of roast beef mingled with the sweet scent of pie crust, and the din of conversation punctuated by cutlery clinking on plates permeated the air. The annual Book Club Gala was in full swing, and Lexy Baker and her assistant, Cassie, were catering the event.
Did you put out the apple and cherry yet?
Lexy asked Cassie as she surveyed the crowded room, her heart swelling with pride at the way people were stuffing their plates at the buffet table. Lexy ran a bakery, but this was the first event at which she was catering the whole meal. By the looks of the way people were going up for seconds—and some for thirds—it was a huge success.
But the main attraction of the gala was the pie-eating contest that had yet to start. That was the part Lexy was most nervous about. Twenty contestants would be gobbling up her homemade pies, and she hoped they were good enough for them to want to keep eating a whole pie. What about the blueberry and coconut cream?
Stop being such a worrywart,
Cassie teased, her magenta-tipped spiked hair blazing brightly beneath the overhead lights, a vast array of rings lining each of her ears, the gems glistening each time she moved her head. Just one more trip to the pie room, and we should be set.
Lexy and Cassie had been best friends since grade school, but that wasn’t the only reason Lexy had hired Cassie as her assistant at her bakery, The Cup and Cake. Not only was Cassie loyal and trustworthy, but she made a mean icing, and some of her cake designs were better than Lexy’s. She was also attentive, upbeat, and hardworking. Tonight, Cassie was in charge of transferring the freshly baked pies into the room where the contest would be held so they could cool.
Lexy had initially hoped to cool them in the kitchen windows or maybe even at tables under the windows in the pie room, but Mary Archer, the community center president, had put the kibosh on that. She wanted the windows to remain locked for security reasons. So Lexy had had to make do with making sure the pies were taken out early enough to be the perfect temperature for the contest. Combined with the fact that they were also baking pies for the desserts of the guests who were not in the contest, it made for one complicated setup. Not to worry—Lexy could handle complicated, especially with Cassie at her side.
Great. Thanks.
While Cassie scooted off to finish setting up in the pie room, as they’d taken to calling it, Lexy stood off to the side to figure out what to do next. The list seemed endless. They had to clear the dirty dishes from the tables, check the buffet table to make sure all the chafing dishes were still operating and full, and start cleaning up the kitchens. So much to do, so little time.
Okay, gotta start with something. Lexy spun around to head toward the buffet and collided with a sign propped on an easel. Ooops.
She caught the large piece of cardboard before it crashed to the floor. It was the sign for the pie-eating contest announcing the grand prize, a signed first edition of The Catcher in the Pie, a cozy mystery written by famed author Chandler Bennington. The guy had been writing for ages, since the 1970s, according to the bio under his photo, and his books featured an amateur sleuth who owned a pie bakery. Considering Lexy owned her own bakery, she felt a sudden affinity for this sleuth, even if she hadn’t actually read any of Bennington’s books. Never any extra time to sit down for a few hours with a novel and good glass of wine these days.
Lexy nodded to several residents of the retirement complex who walked past, giving her strange glances as she battled with the sign. She knew most of them because her grandmother, Mona Baker—or Nans, as Lexy called her—was a well-known resident.
Near the front of the large conference room, the microphone squawked as the president of the community’s book club, Mary Archer, tapped it. The din stopped while people glanced at the stage and covered their ears. It started right up again as Mary launched into her introductory speech. Not many of the residents seemed to be paying much attention, continuing to eat or walking away to join the gambling in one of the conference rooms that had been arranged with poker tables. Still, Mary kept talking, droning on about how she’d found the signed copy of Bennington’s book at a rummage sale and she’d saved it for months until this party because she thought it would make the perfect prize.
Finally, she put away the paper she’d been reading from and cleared her throat. The mic screeched with feedback, gaining everyone’s attention again, along with a few disgruntled glares. Her next words, though, had the entire community center perking up.
And I’m also thrilled to announce that we have a very special guest with us today, ladies and gentlemen. It’s my great pleasure to introduce the author himself, Chandler Bennington, who has graciously taken time out of his busy schedule to travel here to New Hampshire to be with us today.
She gestured to a man standing off to the side in baggy brown trousers and a rather worn-looking cardigan. If someone had asked Lexy to conjure an image of a crusty old writer, it would be Bennington—tousled gray hair sticking up at odd angles around his head, eyes hidden behind thick glasses, shoulders slightly rounded from too much time behind a computer, and hands shoved in his pockets. At Mary’s introduction, he seemed to withdraw further into the shadows, if that were possible. It was quite a coup getting Mr. Bennington here to present his book. He rarely makes appearances, but I’m nothing if not persistent.
Low snickers ran through the crowd.
Mary, who was also president of the community center association, took the author’s reticence in stride and quickly covered the disappointment in her expression. She’d obviously been expecting more of a response from him, maybe a bow or wave or something, but got nothing in return. Mary forced her smile back into place and continued without missing a beat. Wonderful. Let’s give the caterers time to clear the tables and ourselves a chance to move around and work off some of that food. Then we’ll get started with the pie-eating contest in about twenty minutes. Thank you again, everyone, for attending.
Lexy jumped into action and grabbed a large round tray from near the wall where she’d stashed it earlier. She began making the rounds, loading glasses and flatware and plates.
When she filled one tray, she set it off in the corner of the room before returning with a fresh one. The kitchens were down the hall, so it was more efficient to gather everything first before hauling it all back there later. Catering was hard work and good exercise. It also was a great way to expand her business. Plus, it was fun to get out and see different places and people for a change. Of course, most of the people here were familiar to Lexy, especially the table of women whose plates she was clearing at the moment.
Well, I’m not surprised Mary came across that book at a rummage sale. Rumor has it she wastes so much time at those things that her house looks like a hoarder’s paradise.
Lexy glanced over at the speaker, her grandmother. She was perched on the edge of her chair, scraps of ham and mashed potatoes on her plate. Seated around the table was her group of friends, all leaning in toward each other for post dinner gossip.
And that author. I’ve heard he’s no better than a recluse. Look at him. Talk about something the cat dragged in.
Nans!
Lexy said, reaching past her to clear a pile of plates. That’s not very nice.
True, though, dear,
Nans’s friend Ida said. She was a small woman with twinkling blue eyes and a devious grin. Her choice of blouse today was quite apropos, with tiny books in various shades of green and blue patterned all over the fabric. And I can’t imagine where he got the ideas for those crazy stories of his. I mean, really, who could imagine a bakery owner stumbling across dead bodies all the time? It’s preposterous.
Lexy fumbled a glass on the table but managed to catch it before anything spilled. The truth was, Lexy and the ladies tended to run into more than their fair share of trouble through the bakery and associated catering events—dead bodies included. Not that any of the elder ladies were shocked about this. Quite the opposite. Nans and her cohorts thrived on investigating murders. They’d taken to hiring themselves out as the Ladies’ Detective Club. They’d even helped Lexy’s husband, police detective Jack Perillo, on a few cases.
Helen gave one of her usual dismissive snorts. She looked as if she were stuck back in the Jackie-O days, with her perfect, demure dress and immaculate silver bobbed hair. She shrugged and shook her head, her tone clipped. It’s completely ridiculous.
Lexy continued clearing plates, noticing that everyone at the table except Helen had eaten their dessert. Her slice of pecan pie still sat before her.
Don’t you like pecan, Helen? What kind do you like? I’ll grab you a slice of whatever you want,
Lexy offered.
No, thank you.
Helen straightened in her chair. She was so stiff that Lexy thought her spine might snap. I’m off pastry for now. Low-carb diet.
Even as she spoke, she kept eyeing Ida’s slice of cherry pie. There was also a plate of pastries from the buffet table within reach. Lexy wasn’t sure about Helen, but she’d sure be tempted by the items on the plate.
Ida chuckled. Eh, go ahead and have one, Helen. No one’s watching. It’s a special occasion anyway.
No.
Helen shook her head emphatically. I’ve joined the Low-Carb Dieters Club, and that Rena Wakowski is like a drill sergeant with us. She’s sitting right over there, and if she sees me, I’ll never hear the end of it. I don’t want to get into trouble. Besides, I’ve already lost ten pounds, and I intend to keep it off.
Well, that was fun!
Ruth, another of Nans’s friends, tossed a wad of cash on the table, pulled out a seat, and then dropped into her chair. Been playing poker at the tables next door. Won a bundle!
She stacked her bills neatly. Good thing I left before that Rena Wakowski took it all, though. She’s nothing but a card shark, that one. As sharp as a tack too!
Probably because of her low-carb lifestyle,
Helen said, sounding superior. It’s been scientifically shown to improve the memory, and card games like poker are all about remembering which cards were played and which are still in the deck.
Ruth gave her a skeptical look. If you say so. But I still prefer my pie, thanks.
She took a large bite of her apple-rhubarb and grinned at Helen, who rolled her eyes.
Did you guys get a load of Carol Newburg over there?
Nans said, turning the ladies’ attention back to the party. Talk about an attention hound. She’s about as overdressed as you can get. This is a book club party, not the Oscars. A red floor-length gown. Ugh.
Ida laughed around a mouthful of cherry filling, a glob dripping onto her chin. "You think