Double Fudge Brownie Murder (Hannah Swensen series Book 18)
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Books by Joanne Fluke
Hannah Swensen Mysteries
CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE MURDER
STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE MURDER
BLUEBERRY MUFFIN MURDER
LEMON MERINGUE PIE MURDER
FUDGE CUPCAKE MURDER
SUGAR COOKIE MURDER
PEACH COBBLER MURDER
CHERRY CHEESECAKE MURDER
KEY LIME PIE MURDER
CANDY CANE MURDER
CARROT CAKE MURDER
CREAM PUFF MURDER
PLUM PUDDING MURDER
APPLE TURNOVER MURDER
DEVIL’S FOOD CAKE MURDER
GINGERBREAD COOKIE MURDER
CINNAMON ROLL MURDER
RED VELVET CUPCAKE MURDER
BLACKBERRY PIE MURDER
DOUBLE FUDGE BROWNIE MURDER
JOANNE FLUKE’S LAKE EDEN COOKBOOK
Suspense Novels
VIDEO KILL
WINTER CHILL
DEAD GIVEAWAY
THE OTHER CHILD
COLD JUDGMENT
FATAL IDENTITY
Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation
DOUBLE FUDGE BROWNIE MURDER
JOANNE FLUKE
KENSINGTON BOOKS
www.kensingtonbooks.com
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Table of Contents
Books by Joanne Fluke
Title Page
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
DOUBLE FUDGE BROWNIE MURDER RECIPE INDEX
Baking Conversion Chart
Copyright Page
This book is for the newest addition to the family,
the beautiful and charming Ellie Blue.
Acknowledgments
Big hugs to the kids and the grandkids.
Thank you to my friends and neighbors: Mel & Kurt, Lyn
& Bill, Lu, Gina, Adrienne, Jay, Bob, Richard, Laura Levine
(who writes the Jaine Austen series), Dee Appleton, Dr. Bob
& Sue, both Dannys, Mark B., Angelique, Anne Elizabeth,
Mark & Mandy at Faux Library, Daryl and her staff at
Groves Accountancy, Gene and Ron at SDSA, and everyone
at Boston Private Bank. And a special thank you to Beth at
Up in Stitches.
Thank you to my friends who still live in Minnesota: Lois
& Neal, Bev & Jim, Lois & Jack, Val, Ruthann & Romy,
Lowell, Dorothy & Sister Sue, Mary & Jim, Pat and Gary
from Once Upon a Crime, and Tim Hedges.
Special thanks to my supremely patient and multitalented
friend and Editor-in-Chief, John Scognamiglio.
Thanks to Meg Ruley at the Jane Rotrosen Agency for her
constant support and sage advice. And thanks to Don,
Rebecca, and the Christinas.
Hugs all around to all the wonderful folks at Kensington
Publishing who keep Hannah baking, sleuthing, and having
adventures.
Thanks to Hiro Kimura, my superb cover artist. I know I’ll
get a mouthful of paper, but I still want to eat that yummy-
looking brownie on the cover!
Thank you to Lou Malcangi at Kensington for designing all
of Hannah’s delicious and stunning covers.
Thank you to my publicist, Vida Engstrand at Kensington
who works tirelessly to promote the Hannah Swensen series.
Thanks to John at Placed4Success.com for Hannah’s movie
and TV spots, administering Hannah’s social media, and for
his voice-over on the Blackberry Pie Murder television
commercial.
Thanks to Rudy at Z’Kana Studios for editing, filming, and
compiling clips, for maintaining my website at
www.JoanneFluke.com, and for administering Hannah’s
social media.
Thank you to Mary Avilla King at AvoyaTravel.com for giving
ing me the scoop on Delores and Doc’s wedding cruise to
Alaska.
Now that winter’s coming to Lake Eden, MN, I think Doc
and Delores might want to go on a cruise to somewhere
warm! Any ideas, Mary?
Big thanks to Kathy Allen for the final testing of the recipes
in Double Fudge Brownie Murder.
Hugs to Judy Q for researching everything under the sun
and helping with Hannah’s e-mail at
Gr8Clues@JoanneFluke.com
Many thanks to my friend Trudi Nash for going on book
tours with me and finding all of our recipe talk just as exciting
as I do. And thanks to her husband, David, for batching
it while Trudi is gone.
Thanks to Holli Moncrief and her feline friend for being
Moishe’s inspiration.
Thank you to caterer JoAnn Hecht for making Hannah’s
recipes both photogenic and delicious.
Thank you to Nancy and Heiti for all sorts of wonderful
recipes and plot ideas for Hannah.
Hugs to Fern, Leah, and Alicia for their work on the Joanne
Fluke Author Facebook page and the I Love Joanne Fluke
Facebook page. And thank you to the Double D’s and the
other members of Team Swensen who so willingly answer
baking and other questions about Hannah online.
Thank you to Dr. Rahhal, Dr. and Cathy Line, Dr. Wallen,
Dr. Koslowski, and Dr. Niemeyer for putting up with my
Hannah-book-related medical and dental questions. What
would Norman and Doc Knight do without you?
Huge hugs to all the Hannah fans who have shared their
favorite family recipes with me. (They can’t guess my weight
at the Winnetka Country Fair anymore!)
I’m going to suggest that we add an eighth day to the week
called “Bakeday.”
All in favor say, “Yum!”
Chapter One
It was a brisk September morning and to say that Hannah Swensen was excited would be the understatement of the year. Not even the specter of her upcoming trial for vehicular homicide, which had been postponed again last week, could dampen her spirits.
“Don’t worry, Moishe,” Hannah told the orange and white cat who was staring at her from the top of her dresser. “I’m only going to be gone for three days and Norman should be here to pick you up any minute now. You’re going to stay with Norman and Cuddles while I’m gone.”
“Rrrrow!”
Hannah smiled as she slipped off her robe and dressed in her stylish, new, forest green pantsuit. Some people claimed that cats didn’t understand when you spoke to them, but Moishe always reacted with an excited yowl whenever she said Cuddles. Norman’s cat was Moishe’s favorite friend. Hannah admitted that she might be anthropomorphizing, but she was convinced that Moishe loved Cuddles every bit as much as her mother loved Doc Knight.
Hannah slipped on her shoes and walked to the foot of the bed. Her suitcase was open on top of the bedspread and she checked the contents again. Claire Rodgers Knudson, the owner of Beau Monde Fashions, the upscale dress shop right next to The Cookie Jar on Main Street, had chosen what she called a mini trousseau for each of the three Swensen sisters. It was a gift from Doc Knight, their mother’s groom-to-be. Of course, Delores had her own, much larger bridal trousseau, which was currently stashed in the trunk of one of Cyril Murphy’s Shamrock Limousines, waiting for the wedding surprise that Doc and Delores’s daughters had planned for her.
At first, all three Swensen sisters had been reluctant to accept Doc’s lovely and expensive gifts. Such largesse was highly unusual in Lake Eden, Minnesota. There were a couple of rich families in town, but most people worked hard for their money and didn’t have any excess to spend on luxuries. Hannah, Andrea, and Michelle fell into that latter group.
It had taken Doc a week, but he had convinced them to accept his generous gifts. He’d reminded them that presents for members of the wedding party were traditional, and with the exception of Doc’s best man, Hannah, Andrea, and Michelle comprised the whole wedding party. He’d also stated that the lovely mini trousseaus were doubling as thank you gifts for helping him implement his wedding surprise for their mother. With that said, Doc had led them into Claire’s shop and turned them over to her.
The Swensen sisters didn’t shop in Claire’s designer boutique very often. All three were on a budget. Hannah’s bakery and coffee shop made enough money for her to live a comfortable life, but designer clothing was low on her list of priorities. Andrea, the middle Swensen sister, loved to wear designer things, but most of her commissions as a part-time real estate agent went into a college fund for her two daughters. Andrea’s husband also worked. Bill was the Winnetka County sheriff, but most of his salary went toward the family’s living expenses. Michelle, the youngest Swensen sister, was in college at Macalester and everything she earned from working part-time was spent on tuition, books, and living expenses.
Hannah reached out to touch the gorgeous sapphire blue dress that she would wear to her mother’s wedding. Andrea and Michelle had identically styled dresses, but they were in gradiated shades of blue. Hannah’s was the most vivid and the sapphire blue looked wonderful with her red hair. Michelle’s dress was a lighter shade that brought out the red and gold highlights in her brown hair. Andrea’s dress was the palest, an ice blue that was worthy of a winter princess. With her light blond hair worn up in a twist and secured with a rhinestone-studded comb, she looked positively regal.
Tonight, Delores would marry Doc Knight in the Little Chapel of the Orchids in Las Vegas with only Doc’s best man and Delores’s three daughters in attendance. The bride-to-be had no idea that Doc had planned a surprise elopement when he’d invited her to a special board member breakfast at the hospital. The breakfast had been Andrea’s idea to make certain that Delores wouldn’t wear her Rainbow Lady volunteer jacket and slacks.
When Delores arrived at the hospital, Doc would whisk her away in a waiting limousine that would take them to the airport. Doc had hired a second limousine to take Michelle, Andrea, and Hannah to the airport, and once they’d arrived, they would be escorted to the plane where Doc had somehow arranged for all five of them to be served a champagne breakfast.
Delores had no idea that any of this was going to happen. Hannah knew that Doc had surprised Delores several times in the past with impromptu dinner parties and gifts she hadn’t expected. So far, Delores had loved his surprises. But this surprise was the biggest one of all!
Hannah readily admitted that she was a bit nervous about the whole scenario that would play out today. When her mother discovered that Doc and all three of her daughters were co-conspirators in this elopement, one of two things would happen. Either Delores would be so angry at all of them that she’d refuse to marry Doc or she’d be delighted with Doc’s romantic spontaneity and grateful that they’d all helped him with her surprise.
Hannah was betting on the latter for several reasons. The most important was that Delores loved Doc totally and irrevocably. If he wanted to sweep her off her feet and elope with her, she would not hesitate. The odds in Hannah’s mind tallied at ninety to ten, perhaps even steeper than that. But there was the slim chance that Hannah’s mother would balk at the way that Doc had chosen to take the planning of their wedding away from her.
“That’s not going to happen!” Hannah said aloud, as if by voicing that opinion, she could assure its validity. She was almost positive that Delores would go with Doc to the ends of the earth. Seeing the two of them together made Hannah long for the same kind of total consuming love. In retrospect, she knew it was the reason she hadn’t accepted either Norman’s or Mike’s proposal. She loved both of them, but it wasn’t the heart-pounding, can’t-live-without-you kind of love she craved. Just once in her life she wanted to be swept off her feet by the perfect man on the perfect night with perfect love.
Did she want too much? Was there such a thing as perfect love? By refusing to settle for something less was she depriving herself of a fulfilling life?
A knock on her door pulled Hannah from her contemplative mood. She shut her suitcase, hurried from the bedroom with Moishe at her heels, and arrived at the door slightly breathless. “Hi, Norman,” she said, pulling open the door.
“You didn’t look through the peephole, Hannah,” Norman chided her gently as he came in.
Hannah laughed. “At eight-thirty in the morning? Besides, you said you were coming at eight-thirty and you’re never late.”
“Okay.” Norman looked a little sheepish. “I might have overreacted, but I wish you’d remember to use the peephole. I could have been someone you didn’t want to see.”
“Never!” Hannah reached out to give him a hug. “You couldn’t possibly be someone I didn’t want to see. Not as long as you’re you, Norman. I always want to see you!”
Norman hugged her back and Hannah knew she’d said the right thing. And he did have a point. She really ought to get into the habit of looking through the peephole before she opened the door.
“Rrrrow!”
“Hello, Big Guy.” Norman bent down to pet Moishe. “Cuddles is at my house waiting for you. I hope you’re ready to play all day and sleep all night.”
Moishe looked up at him for a second and then he walked over to his Kitty Kastle. He jumped up to the perch and jumped down again with a toy mouse in his mouth.
“You want to take that with you?” Norman threw it down the hallway once and let Moishe retrieve it. “Okay,” Norman picked up the mouse. “I’m putting it in my pocket for you. I’ll give it to you the minute we get to my house . . . okay?”
“Rrrrow!”
Hannah watched the interaction between cat and man with some amusement. Norman really did get along wonderfully with Moishe. Of course Mike did, too. Both of the men in her life liked her cat. And he liked both of them. Moishe hadn’t helped her at all in any permanent decision making. He liked everyone . . . except Delores. And since falling in love with Doc Knight had mellowed Delores, Moishe had become much more tolerant of her.
“Do you want me to carry out your suitcase?” Norman asked her.
“Thanks, but no. Doc said the limo driver would come up to get the luggage and load it. Wheeling it out right now might upset Moishe.”
“You’re probably right. I just didn’t want you to have to do it yourself.” Norman took Moishe’s harness and leash from the hook by the door and held it out. “Come on, Moishe. It’s time to go and see
Cuddles.”
Hannah watched while Norman harnessed her pet. Moishe had always objected to getting into a cat carrier, but he loved to wear his harness. That was probably because he didn’t like to be confined and preferred to roam around in the back seat of Norman’s car or in the back of her cookie truck.
Norman hooked the leash to Moishe’s harness and stood up. “Have a great time, Hannah. And don’t let wedding fever get the best of you . . . at least not until you get back here.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” Hannah smiled at him. “And I won’t let gambling fever get the best of me, either. I’m only taking along the money that I can afford to lose. And that’s not much!”
“Do you need to borrow some from me?”
“No thanks. This way I’m not tempted. And to tell the truth, I’m really not tempted, anyway. It’s just something to do while I’m there.”
“I’ve got something else for you to do while you’re there.” Norman pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to her. “These are for you.”
Hannah opened the envelope and pulled out a sheaf of papers. “These are . . . show tickets!”