Oh, I don’t think it matters at this point. I don’t doubt that man’s love for me for one minute.
I think I’ll get myself and my little sugar cookie a little eggnog and a double helping of eggnog trifle, and, of course, I’ll have to work a few fried pickles into the mix. I don’t care what anyone says. There’s nothing like dipping one of those salty spears into some holiday-inspired custard and having at it.
The dessert table looks to be bare once again, so I head to the kitchen. The back door is wide open, and an icy chill is the first to greet me as I try my best to warm myself with my hands. There aren’t all that many of my sweet treats left in the kitchen either, so I decide to head out back to my bakery van parked just outside the kitchen door.
I know for a fact both Noah and Everett would frown on me venturing out all by my lonesome, partly due to the fact they’re paranoid that I’ll slip in the snow and partly because there’s a potential homicide afoot, but my tummy is rumbling, and if my little sugar cookie demands a pickle dipped in custard, then that’s exactly what that little cutie pie is going to get.
A fresh blanket of white covers the ground as the snow falls gently over Honey Hollow, and I take a moment to soak in the wintery scene. The parking lot, along with the woods just past that, is all so quiet and serene. There is something magical about December snow that makes you believe all is right with the wor—
A familiar looking woman stands about thirty feet from my van, and I blindly venture that way.
“Suze?” I call out as I make my way to her in the darkness. She’s standing with her back turned to me, her head positioned down as if looking at something on the ground. Her purse looks to be at her feet, and she’s holding something metallic in her right hand.
I come upon her and gasp when I see what’s hijacked her attention.
Lying facedown in the snow is a woman with a granny cap and a sultry Mrs. Claus costume on that leaves most of her flesh exposed to the harsh elements at play. A plate full of my eggnog trifle is splattered all around her in a messy display, as a gingerbread man with his head broken off lies in two pieces just out of her grasp. But it’s the blood running from her back, darkening the snow around her, that stops me cold in my tracks.
Gloria Abner won’t have to argue with Suze or anyone else ever again about crossing a line.
It seems as if Suze Fox is the one that has crossed a homicidal line tonight.
Gloria Abner is dead.
Chapter 3
“Give me the gun.” The words rumble from my lips.
My usual inclination once I come upon a body is to scream my bloody head off. But since there is far more tension in the air than I’ve ever encountered before, I choose to abstain from that primal howling—at least for now.
Suze on a normal day is skittish and volatile. But at the crime scene of a fresh murder—holding what I assume to be is the murder weapon—she is darn right terrifying. For all I know she could turn the gun on me next.
“No,” she whispers as she shakes her head in a panic. “No,” she says just a touch louder as the gun falls from her grip, and I swipe it up before it has a chance to leave a dent in the snow. And then I do the unthinkable. I point to the sky and I fire that sucker, sending an earth-shattering blow into the silence, and when it goes off, that tiny tot in my belly gives me a good solid kick.
I clutch at my stomach just as an entire crowd of deputies storms in this direction, and along with them are both Noah and Detective Ivy Fairbanks.
My eyes stray to the scene of the crime once again, and I spot something that looks like animal prints in the snow, a tiny triangle in the front and a neat square right behind that. They lead up about as far as Suze is standing before dispersing into smears, and it’s difficult to tell if the prints backtrack or not.
“Lottie.” Noah has me in his arms in a moment and hands the gun off to Ivy. “Are you okay? Is it the baby?”
“I fired the gun,” I pant. “I’m a terrible mother. The baby kicked. But it was the only way I knew I’d get people here quickly.” I glance to the body, and both Noah and Ivy groan in unison.
“Did you kill her?” Ivy shouts as she bolts to Gloria and checks her vitals to no avail.
“No,” I say as I offer an apologetic look to Noah. “She did.” I point silently to the woman before us, and Noah’s entire body goes rigid.
“Mom?” He abandons me for her just as Everett swoops me into his arms.
“Geez. I leave you for one second. Are you okay? Is the baby okay? What the heck happened, Lemon?”
I quickly fill Everett in on everything that’s just transpired and his hand warms my belly.
“I’m taking you to the hospital to get you checked out.”
“No, please don’t. I feel fine, I promise. And Dr. Barnette is right inside,” I say, almost pleading with him. I know for a fact when Everett sets his mind to something, it’s hard to turn that train around, especially when it comes to my wellbeing. Besides, there are suspects afoot—and then it hits me like a brick to the head. “Oh my God, Suze really killed that woman.” I stagger over to where Noah and his mother are having a somewhat heated exchange, albeit with hushed voices.
Everett pats Suze on the arm. “Are you okay? Do you need me to call someone for you?”
“Essex, this is all a mistake,” she howls and starts in on something just this side of a panic. “I came out and found the gun. I picked it up, and then I saw Gloria, my one true friend, lying in the snow, dead!”
Her one true friend?
I distinctly heard them exchanging barbs not that long ago. Why is Suze suddenly switching up the narrative? I realize that death clears the deck as far as holding grudges and lingering disagreements go, but this is Suze Fox we’re talking about. She doesn’t stand down to anyone, let alone death.
“Oh, Essex.” She leans hard on him. “I can’t bear to look at her.” She staggers out a few steps and Everett is forced to go along with her.
I waste no time in pulling Noah in by the lapel.
“My goodness, Noah, what did she say?” I’ll admit, there’s a touch of morbid glee in my voice. I’ve never seen Suze so unhinged. Honestly, I didn’t think she was capable.
Noah’s dimples go off without the benefit of a smile. “She said she didn’t do it.”
“And that’s it? You’re going to believe her just like that?”
“Yes.” His eyes grow wild with disbelief at the words streaming from my lips.
“I’m sorry.” My hand warms my belly. “These hormones coursing through my veins have me delving into all sorts of twisted directions. I’m sure she didn’t do it.” I shrug up at him. “But I did hear a not-so nice conversation the two of them shared inside.” I’m not sure why I don’t feel the need to help cover for Suze, but in my defense, I have always been a purveyor of justice.
Noah’s brows knit together. “Thank you for letting me know. I’ll keep that in mind. But for now, I need to get out there and look for clues that the real killer could have left behind. Do you have Ethel with you?”
Ethel would be the sleek black Glock both Noah and Everett gifted me for my own protection well over a year ago.