JESSICA BECK
THE DONUT MYSTERIES, BOOK 51
Battered Bluff
Table of Contents
Title Page
Battered Bluff (The Donut Mysteries, #51)
Cinnamon Cranberry Drop Donuts
Ginger and Clove Donut Treats
Suzanne’s Classic Meatloaf
Light Baked Cake Donuts
Donut Mystery 51 Battered Bluff
Copyright © 2020 by Jessica Beck
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First edition: 2020
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The First Time Ever Published!
The 51st Donut Mystery
Battered Bluff
Jessica Beck is the New York Times Bestselling Author of the Donut Mysteries, the Cast Iron Cooking Mysteries, the Classic Diner Mysteries, the Ghost Cat Cozy Mysteries, and more.
When Suzanne and Jake accept an invitation from Jake’s old friend to visit him at his new lodge on top of a mountain, they figure they may have a chance at a second honeymoon, but once they arrive at Balsam Bluff, they realize privacy is the last thing on the agenda. Not only has their host invited two contentious family members to the house as well, but there are also two disgruntled former business partners who are both out for blood. When the guests start dying, the husband-and-wife sleuthing team must solve the mystery, or die trying.
As always,
To P and E.
Chapter 1
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO be a second honeymoon for my husband, Jake, and me, but in the end, that wasn’t what it turned out to be at all. I had recently experienced a close call confronting a killer, and the imminent prospect of my sudden death had made me take stock of my life. The honest truth was that it had shaken me more than I’d even admitted to myself.
Jake—my second and without a single doubt, my last husband, former state police investigator and current criminal consultant—had seen things clearer than I had, and at his urging, I’d left Donut Hearts in my assistant Emma and her mother Sharon’s hands. It didn’t take a great leap of faith for me to follow my husband to the mountains of North Carolina that I loved so much.
I would have gone anywhere with him.
The only problem was that murder followed us there too, and before we knew it, we were both thrown into the middle of an investigation that nearly cost us our lives.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Maybe I should go back and start at the beginning.
“Suzanne, you need to get out of here,” Jake told me one brisk morning as he stopped by the donut shop a few minutes before I was set to close for the day. The temperatures were finally starting to drop into more bearable numbers after what had been a long hot summer, and a chill was settling into the air. Though the weather was practically ideal, at least in my opinion, the storm clouds hanging over me were anything but perfect. It had taken me nearly a month before I’d finally felt ready to go back to Donut Hearts after the latest assault, and truth be told, I still wasn’t back to my old self yet. I suppose getting shot will do that to a gal; at least it did with me, even if the doctors had described it as ‘merely a flesh wound’. There hadn’t been anything ‘merely’ about it as far as I was concerned.
It was my day of the week to work solo at the donut shop, and frankly, it was one that I used to cherish. Lately though, a little of the spark had gone out of it for me, and I found myself feeling more and more ambivalent about starting another day of work at three o’clock in the morning. Honestly, I had to wonder what had taken me so long to feel that way. It was an insane time of night to be waking up and going to work, and I’d been doing it for more years than I cared to think about.
“Give me five more minutes and I’ll be finished up here. Where are we going?” I asked him as I started cleaning up a few minutes early. I knew my posted hours were supposed to be until eleven, but there wasn’t a soul in sight who looked as though they had to have one of my donuts, so why bother hanging around for a customer who probably wasn’t going to show up anyway? Like I said, my attitude wasn’t great, but I was too close to the situation to see just how bad it was it at the time.
“I’m not talking about right now,” he said sternly. “Well, I am, but not the way you mean.”
“Could you make that a little clearer? I’m having trouble following your train of thought,” I said as I flipped the sign to CLOSED and locked the door just as Max, my ex-husband, raced for the other side.
“Sorry, but we’re closed,” I said loudly as I pointed to the sign and smiled at him. Over the years, I’d mostly forgiven him for cheating on me with Darlene, but there might have still been a hint of resentment buried somewhere below the surface. I knew that I should have been able to forgive and forget by now, especially since I’d clearly traded up in the husband department with Jake, but I still felt entitled to a little bit of spite once in a blue moon.
“But it’s not eleven yet,” he protested through the window as he pointed at his watch.
“True, but it’s close enough for me,” I said as I turned back to Jake.
“Are you really going to leave him standing out there, begging to come inside?” Jake asked me.
“Would it bother you that much if I did?” I replied.
“Hey, I know better than anyone how badly he blew it with you, but I ended up getting the girl of my dreams, so how can I hold a grudge against him for that?” he asked me.
“Maybe you’re just a better person than I am,” I said with a shrug.
Jake didn’t say another word, but from the way he looked at me, I knew that he wanted me to let it go. “Fine,” I said. “But I’m charging him double for whatever he wants.”
“I have no problem with that,” Jake answered with a smile.
I turned back and unlocked the door just as Max started to walk away. He’d changed on the inside in more ways than I ever could have imagined when we’d been together. He’d married Emily Hargraves, and they had turned out to be a much better match than the two of us had ever been. To top it off, Max had actually done a lot of growing up since we’d split up, and I realized that I really should let the last shred of my anger go once and for all. “What can I do for you, Max?”
“I need your donuts,” he said as he studied the case.
There were over four dozen odd assortments of treats left. “Would you like them to go, or are you going to eat them here?”
“They’re for my troupe,” he said with a grin. Max, when he wasn’t off making commercials, fancied himself a stage director. He’d taken an anemic amateur group and had transformed them into a vibrant company by recruiting the only actors around who had the time to devote to his elaborate productions, namely members of our local Senior Center.
“Aren’t you worried about pumping those senior citizens full of sugar and empty calories?” It was an odd question for a donutmaker to pose, but I never recommended a steady diet of my offerings to
anyone. They were meant to be enjoyed in moderation, not as a steady meal plan, and I was the first one to say so.
“Are you kidding? Some of them claim your donuts are one of the few truly good things they have left in their life. Hey, Jake,” he said belatedly. “How’s it going?”
“Hello, Max,” Jake said as he offered his hand. My ex took it bravely, knowing that Jake could have crushed his fingers in his grip if he so chose, but after a brief shake, they released with no obvious broken bones.
“By any chance do I get a special discount, being that it’s the end of the day and these are going for a good cause?” he asked hopefully.
I thought about my threat to charge him twice what they normally cost, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. “I’ll tell you what. You can have them all on the house, on one condition.”
Max pursed his lips for a moment. “What’s the catch? You don’t want your mother to star in my production of The Taming of the Shrew, do you?”
I had to choke back my laughter. My mother had never expressed any interest in acting as far as I knew. In fact, the only way she qualified for Max’s group was by age, though she would be considered an ingénue in this particular cast.
“No, but I’d like your four best seats for opening night, on the house.” I figured if Momma and Phillip didn’t want to go, I could always ask Grace and Stephen to come with us. They had taken a short three-day honeymoon to Atlanta and had come back to April Springs acting almost as though nothing had changed in their relationship after their impromptu wedding ceremony in our shared hospital room. They were still living apart, though there were plans for that to change soon, but Grace was clearly in no hurry to combine households, and she wasn’t even considering changing her last name. She’d been a Gauge all of her life, and she had told her new husband that it was going to stay that way. I’d expected Stephen to balk, but apparently he was just happy that she’d finally agreed to marry him. As far as he was concerned, everything else was just details.
“Sold,” Max said with that charming devilish grin of his. “Box ’em up.”
“Hang on a second,” Jake said as he looked at me. “Suzanne, is one of those tickets for me?”
“That was the idea. Why, don’t you want to go?” I was putting him on the spot, and I knew it. My husband wasn’t a huge fan of our local productions, but I knew he’d have fun once he was there.
“That’s not it. I’ve just made plans for us for the next four days.”
That was news to me. “What are they?”
He glanced at Max. “Let’s get him set up first and then we can talk about it,” Jake answered. “When is the play set to start?”
“Opening night isn’t for a month, so you’ve got plenty of time,” Max said.
“That’s a long time to rehearse, isn’t it?” Jake asked him.
“I want everything to be perfect,” Max answered. “In a month, we should be there.”
As the two of them talked, I loaded donuts up into boxes, happy that I wouldn’t have to figure out what to do with the extras, and I handed them to Max. As I got the door for him, I said, “Don’t forget your promise.”
“I won’t,” he said. “I never forget anything.”
“How about our second wedding anniversary, to say nothing of our original vows?” I reminded him. Wow, where had that come from? I regretted my comments as soon as I voiced them. “That was a bit over the top, wasn’t it?”
“I truly am sorry, Suzanne, about everything,” Max said.
“Forget it. Break a leg,” I said, giving him my most sincere smile.
“Thanks,” he replied.
After Max was gone and I locked up a second time, I saw that it was three minutes past closing after all. “Okay buster, you can talk while I work. What exactly is going on?”
“I’ve already worked it out with Emma and Sharon,” he said. “I know you haven’t been back behind the counter very long, but it’s clear that you need some time away from April Springs. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve accepted an invitation from an old friend of mine in the mountains for a kind of retreat-slash-second honeymoon for us. How does that sound to you?”
I was about to ask for more details about the trip when I noticed his expression. This was clearly not the time to press him or push him about making plans for me without consulting me. “It sounds great. Let me pack, and then we can go. I’m guessing that it starts tonight, right?”
He nodded, clearly surprised by my immediate acceptance. “It does. If everything works out, we can be there in three hours,” he answered. “Thanks for doing this, Suzanne.”
“I should be the one thanking you, Jake. I know I’ve been off my game. Just the two of us getting away alone together sounds like a little bit of heaven to me,” I said as I started cleaning up at record speed. Suddenly I felt a new burst of enthusiasm that I’d been lacking lately.
“Er, about that,” he said.
“We’re not going to be alone, are we?”
“From what he told me it’s a huge place, and we don’t have to spend time with anyone else there if we don’t want to. You know what? As I’m saying it to you I realize that it’s not going to be something you need right now anyway. Forget I ever said anything. I’ll make a call and cancel.”
He reached for his phone when I put a hand on his. “I don’t mind having other people around as long as you promise me a little quiet time together.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“ Whither thou goest and all that,” I answered.
“It’s going to do us both a world of good. Just you wait and see.”
“I believe you,” I said as I finished cleaning the donut shop so I could go home and pack a bag. Maybe Jake was right. Getting away might be just what I needed to get out of the funk I was currently going through.
Then again, if I’d had a crystal ball at that moment showing me the future, I wouldn’t have taken one step out of Donut Hearts that day, or maybe even for the rest of my life.
Chapter 2
“TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT this place, Jake,” I said as we headed out of April Springs toward the looming mountains. I’d offered to drive us there in my Jeep, but my husband had insisted on driving us himself in his classic old pickup truck.
“It’s supposed to be absolutely amazing. It was recently built on top of a mountain, and evidently no expense was spared.”
“I can’t wait to see it, but may I ask you something without ruining the surprise?”
“Sure, fire away,” he said as he kept his focus on the winding road ahead of us.
“How did we go about getting invited in the first place?”
“The owner of the estate believes he owes me a favor, at least in his mind. Suzanne, long before you and I met, I was going home from duty when I stopped off at a grocery store to pick up some...it doesn’t matter what it was. Anyway, I didn’t know it, but the owner of the chain was visiting the store that night when someone decided to rob the place. The perp was hopped up on something, and he had a knife to a teenaged girl’s throat when I walked in. The owner used my entrance as a distraction and tried to rush the guy. It was a bad idea, and I knew that I had to act quickly if I was going to be able to salvage the situation. The truth is that I didn’t give it a second thought. I had a shot, so I took it. I dropped the guy with the knife and the girl was no worse for the wear, though she was shook up emotionally, but what would you expect given the circumstances?”
“And I’m just hearing about this now?” I asked him. I knew my husband was personally responsible for putting away quite a few bad guys and saving the day more than once, but it never ceased to amaze me just how good he had been at his job.
“There was nothing to tell, Suzanne. As far as I was concerned it was all ancient history. Anyway, Killian—that’s the grocery store chain owner’s name—tried to give me a reward at the time, which I refused. We got to be friends until we drifted apart, and I hadn’t heard from him for years until he re
ached out to me a few weeks ago. It turns out that he sold the grocery store chain and decided to build a place in the mountains, some kind of Shangri-la for his daughter and him. The place is nearly finished, and he wanted me to visit. The truth is that I think he wants to meet you as well.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad, just the three of us,” I said. I saw a quick cloud cross Jake’s face. “There are more people coming besides us, aren’t there?”
“A few,” Jake admitted. “From the way he said it, it’s just going to be some of his family and friends. Are you still okay with me taking him up on his offer?”
I thought about it and then realized that there really wasn’t all that much for me to be upset about. “Are you kidding? I think it’s amazing, and we’ll be able to have fun as long as we’re together. Jake, you were getting something for your wife at the store that night, weren’t you?” Jake’s first wife, pregnant with their first and only child, had died in a car wreck long before we met. I felt a shared bond with the woman from the first moment I’d heard about her. After all, we had the greatest guy in the world in common, and I was sure I would have liked her.
“Abby was having cravings, so I was constantly popping in and out of grocery stores on my way home from work,” he admitted.
“So then this was just before the accident?” I asked him.
He frowned, and I could feel him tighten up beside me. Even after all these years together, it was still something he was reticent to talk about, even with me. “Yes.”
I touched his arm lightly. We were driving his new-to-him old truck up the mountain, and I didn’t want to distract him too much from the road. After all, the thing didn’t have all that much to offer in the way of safety equipment. Not only weren’t there any air bags, there wasn’t even a shoulder harness attached to my seatbelt. As far as I was concerned, it was one step above tying a rope around my waist, but at least I had the comfort of being surrounded by a great deal of solid steel. Jake’s gas mileage may have been in the single digits, but the truck had plenty of power, so there was no danger of not making it there as the inclines grew steeper and steeper.
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