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Eclairs and Extortion
A Small Town Culinary Cozy Mystery
Maple Lane Cozy Mysteries
Book 5
C. A. Phipps
Eclairs and Extortion is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Eclairs and Extortion Copyright © 2019 by C. A. Phipps
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Cover Copyright © 2019 by Tania Hutley
Dedication
I love and appreciate all my fans, and sometimes I’ll offer the opportunity to appear in one of my books as a prize.
The winner of the Mother’s Day - ‘Why does your mom deserve to be in a book 2019’ - was Ashlee Dolomore, who put her mom forward.
You’ll find Dinah Dolomore appearing through the book as a new resident in the retirement community. Hopefully, she’ll sound as lovely in this story as Ashlee says she is. :-)
Thanks to everyone who entered and to all the moms out there.
Cheryl x
Contents
Eclairs and Extortion
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Fudge and Frenemies
Recipes
Eclairs
Gingernuts
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Eclairs and Extortion
Marriage, Menace, and Murder!
Is it just coincidence that a body turns up in the park the same day Maddie’s mom arrives in Maple Falls?
And who is the dark stranger wandering the streets of her hometown?
Preparations for a surprise seventieth birthday celebration for Gran are jeopardized when Maddie’s part-time parent shows up unannounced. Devoted to her grandmother, Maddie won't allow her mom to ruin things the way she usually does.
With three generations at loggerheads, a murderer to find, and a party to organize, life is about to get crazy.
If you love your eclairs with a side of mystery, get your copy today!
The Maple Lane Mysteries are light, cozy mysteries featuring a quirky cat-loving bakery owner who discovers she’s a talented amateur sleuth.
5* Eclairs and Extortion is another delicious installment in the Maple Lane Mysteries."
Other books in The Maple Lane Mysteries
Sugar and Sliced - The Maple Lane Prequel
Book 1 Apple Pie and Arsenic
Book 2 Bagels and Blackmail
Book 3 Cookies and Chaos
Book 4 Doughnuts and Disaster
Book 5 Eclairs and Extortion
Book 6 Fudge and Frenemies
Book 7 Gingerbread and Gunshots
Book 8 Honey Cake and Homicide - preorder now!
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Chapter One
Gran’s seventieth birthday was going to be the party of the year. At least it would be in Maple Falls. With most of the residents likely to expect an invite, Madeline Flynn had her work cut out for her. Still, her darling grandmother deserved to have the best day possible.
So here they were on a glorious spring Sunday afternoon, brainstorming how to make it happen. Three of her closest friends sat in the upstairs apartment of Maddie’s bakery, watching her tap her thigh anxiously, waiting for her to tell them how they could pull it off in two weeks.
The biggest problem, and there were several big ones, was trying to keep it a surprise. Small towns didn’t tend to keep secrets very well, and Gran knew everyone from the mailperson to the mayor.
“Are you sure she’d want so many guests?” Suzy Barnes broke the silence.
The petite brunette was not only the local principal, she was also a town committee member and amazing at organizing events. Suzy was a great asset if the others agreed with her plans.
Angel laughed. “Everyone loves Gran, and those that don’t can’t help but admire her. They’ll come if they get an invite, and I’m pretty sure even if they don’t.”
Angelina Broome was called Angel for a reason. A sweet southern girl who’d held on to her accent, she lit up the room with her bubbly personality. Maddie was grateful every day that Angel and her mom had moved here many years ago before Angel’s mom remarried and moved to California.
Laura, the fourth member of the Girlz, the name they were known by since they were at school together, frowned. “We’ll need a place big enough, and I can only think of the community center. Even that will be a stretch.”
Laura had only been in town for just over a year, but she was one of them now. She was also Maddie’s intern baker along with teenager Luke.
A large pad of paper, laptop, and various colored pens were lined up in an orderly fashion on the wooden coffee table. This was serious work, and they had limited time to get things sorted.
A few months back, Gran had informed them that she was not having any fuss on her birthday, and Maddie had decided to honor her wishes, because that’s what she usually did.
Since that day, every person she met demanded a party take place, including Gran’s dear friends, Jed Clayton and Mavis Anderson. They were incredibly upset, something she hadn’t counted on. Their belief in Gran deserving a day to remember had Maddie turning full circle, making her dizzy with everything that needed to be done. Although, the short time frame of two weeks meant there would be less chance for the party information to be leaked.
“You’re right about the center being a bit small, and with Gran being the chairperson of the community center committee, how are we going to keep a lid on this or even do the booking? She scrutinizes every piece of paper that comes to the committee,” Maddie asked, fingers tapping once more.
A large ginger Maine coon looked up from where he lay curled on the biscuit-colored rug at her feet. Sensing her agitation, the intuitive feline jumped onto Maddie’s lap. After nuzzling her chin and getting a reassuring hug, Big Red curled into a ball. She appreciated the moral support, if not the weight on her jeans-covered legs.
“We can’t have a paper trail, apart from what the four of us do up here. Gran’s too astute. We’ll have to contact everyone by phone or in person. They can call us on our mobiles or at work to RSVP.” Suzy scribbled on a pad.
Maddie shook her head. “That won’t work at the bakery. Gran’s sure to answer the phone on the days she works here.”
Fit as a fiddle, Gran talked about reducing her days, but apart from Monday, her scheduled day off, and Tuesday afternoons when she had her community center meeting, the only compromise was leaving early the other days. It was definitely going to be hard to keep a lid on things.
“That’s fine. They can contact me or Angel.” Suzy made more notes.
“What about me? I don’t mind fielding calls,” Laura offered.
“You work here too. If she knows the caller and they ask for you instead of speaking to her, Gran will become suspicious. You’re not a very good liar, sugar, but there’ll be other ways you can help,” Angel explained gently.
“She does have a suspicious nature.” Maddie gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Another aspect had been bugging her since she decided to go ahead with the party. Of course, Angel noticed.
“Are you still feeling bullied into this?”
Maddie frowned. "Not bullied. I so want to make it a special day for Gran, but what if people show up just to ruin it?”
Laura was confused, but Angel and Suzy grimaced. It was Suzy who
addressed the elephant in the room.
“Do you mean your mom might come?”
Maddie nodded; a lump formed in her throat just thinking about it. Her mom did not do family get-togethers very well. In fact, not at all.
“But you are sending her an invitation, right?” Angel asked.
Maddie ran her fingers through ginger fuzz and sighed. “There’s a couple of people I still can’t decide about.”
Suzy shook her head. “That won’t do. We have two weeks to get this organized. So far we have a list of people to invite who will hardly fit in the one place that could possibly cope. We need to at least confirm who we’re inviting so we know numbers.”
Maddie leaned back on the white leather couch. “I know. Let’s count those on the list already—definites and probables. As for Mom, well, it’s a really hard decision to make.”
“You know she probably won’t come?” Angel mentioned gently.
“She didn’t make any of my birthdays or graduation, but . . . .” Maddie broke off.
“Ava marches to a different drum and there is a chance she’ll come for the heck of it,” Suzy finished for her.
Maddie nodded. Her friends knew how her mom’s leaving one day, rarely to return, upset her. But they couldn’t truly appreciate the rejection she’d felt. With no other family to speak of, if it hadn’t been for Gran and her late grandad taking her in, she might have ended up in care and taken away from Maple Falls.
She’d learned to live without a mom, but the idea that she could have missed out on the wonderful life she had made her shiver.
“Do you want my opinion?” Angel fluffed her long blonde hair, which fell around her shoulders in a cloud.
A hairdresser, Angel’s hair was always immaculate. Unlike Maddie’s, which when infrequently left out had a mind of its own, so she wore it braided and down her back. Cutting it was always on her mind, but Grandad had loved her hair and would brush it in the evenings before the fireplace. He made her swear to keep it like this. It had been when she was young, but she often heard his voice and remembered his wise words, and cutting her hair simply felt wrong.
Angel picked up Maddie’s busy hand and stilled her fingers.
“Send the invite. You don’t have to worry about whether she’ll turn up if you think that she won’t, but you will stop feeling guilty over not sending it. The result is something you have no control over, and you need to stop fretting.”
Suzy and Laura nodded in agreement.
Maddie sighed. They were right. She’d given the outcome too much importance and stupidly lost sleep over it. Her mom had a right to come, simple as that. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Suzy ran the back of her hand dramatically across her forehead. “Phew! Now we can concentrate on the other stuff. Angel, you’re in charge of decorations. Laura and Maddie, naturally the food falls to you.”
Maddie handed her a sheet of paper. “This is the food list Laura and I made up. We think finger food is suitable and, more importantly, doable with Gran around. Laura and I will make the highlighted ones the night before. I’ll ask Luke to help as well. He adores Gran and will definitely want to be involved.”
It would take the three of them several hours to get the balance ready for so many people, but unless they could send Gran out for the Friday and keep her away on that Saturday, it was going to be tricky.
“The fact that we can’t have a party without telling people when or where it’s going to be held or who it’s for is not helping. How can we approach that?” Laura asked.
Angel, who was beside Maddie on the couch, bounced a little on the sofa. Big Red glared. Angel kissed him by way of an apology. “Why don’t we make it a mystery theme?”
“Oooh, I like that. What does that consist of?” Suzy’s pen poised midair.
“We send out invites and a day but no venue, telling everyone not to mention it around town. Like a save the date. Jed can book the community center under the guise of something else and not tell that group anything.”
“What about a family reunion?” Laura added.
Suzy nodded. “Excellent idea. How he’ll keep it from Gran—I just don’t know.”
Maddie grimaced. “The poor man. He’ll be hounded by every silver-haired person for miles around who think they’ve been excluded from something major at the center, plus they’ll all be wanting to know where Gran’s party is.”
“Personally, I love it, and I bet when it’s revealed any upset will be quickly forgotten.” Angel grinned.
“It might work. I don’t like our chances, but we have to try.” Maddie’s fingers slowly unfurled from the lush fur on her lap. “Okay. I’ll go talk to Jed tomorrow.”
“We’d better call an end to this meeting and get down the road to the cottage before Gran sends out a search party.” Angel began packing up the paper and pens.
Suzy stood and stretched. “As soon as you said that I became ravenous.”
“I could eat.” Maddie grabbed her bag and keys. “Ready when you are.”
They rushed downstairs, jostling each other out the door. Laura appeared less enthusiastic about that, and Maddie assumed she was still coming to terms with the Girlz dynamics and physicality. Arm in arm, including Laura, they meandered down Plum Place with Big Red in their wake.
Chapter Two
Sunday dinner was a tradition in Maddie’s family—an English one. To be fair, it was arguably held at lunchtime in that country, but Gran had her own rules and reasons why. Working hard on the farm, interspersed with feeding the family, she baked cakes and pies for whoever needed them, and her time was apportioned accordingly.
No matter what anyone was doing, come 6:00 p.m. they were expected front and center at the table with clean hands. Not that they were checked these days.
Big Red and all the Girlz were included in the standing invite, as was Maddie’s boyfriend, Sheriff Ethan Tanner. They came if they could make it, which they did more often than not. Sometimes others would be invited, like Jed or Mavis. Tonight it was just the five of them.
Sitting down to roast chicken, potato salad, and all the trimmings, they were loading their plates when Big Red scampered down the hall from his spot under the table, anticipating a slight knock on the door.
Maddie rose, but the door opened before she took a step. A familiar blonde woman walked in, pulling a case behind her. Closing the door, she came warily down the hall with Big Red close on her heels.
He dived under the table, while Maddie grabbed hold of the back of her chair to keep from falling. “Mom.” It was the only word she could manage.
“Nice to see you too.” Ava Flynn came into the room as though this was an everyday occurrence.
“W-w-what are you doing here?” Maddie stuttered.
Ava gave a tinkling laugh that sounded forced. “Can’t a mother come home occasionally to see her only child? Or her mother?”
Dumbfounded, Maddie didn’t know how to reply. Long ago, she'd decided that her mom felt a residual amount of guilt that made her come home at all, because Ava made no secret of the fact that she wasn’t happy to be in Maple Falls.
The truth was, Ava rarely made it home for Christmas. Maybe once or twice. Years ago. And the year she first left, she stayed away for months.
Barely managing Christmas lunch, she hightailed it back to wherever she came from soon after they ate—as if one day was all she could manage. It tarnished an otherwise happy day, and though when she was young Maddie had cried for her mom, after that she understood that it was better this way.
Maddie had lost count of the towns and cities Ava had lived in and had no idea where she currently resided. It simply didn’t matter once she got used to the idea that her mom didn’t want to be part of their family in any meaningful way.
Besides, home had always been fractious when Ava Flynn was in it. Without her, Maddie’s life was on an even keel. Now, old worries crashed down around her, and a hand slipped to her thigh to tap out her anxieties. Luckily Gran was not so discombobulated.
“Ava, you might have called, but now that you’re here will you join us for dinner?”
Ava looked around at the faces. “I will if people will stop staring. You all act like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“They’re rare around here too,” Suzy muttered as she laid another setting.
Ava narrowed her eyes for a second. “I didn’t know an invitation was required these days, Mom.”
