1 Death by Chocolate

1 Death by Chocolate by Carol Lee

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    Luckily, he didn’t put handcuffs on me; he just led me to his car.  I guess he didn’t think I’d be much of a flight risk.
     
    At the police station, I got fingerprinted; they took my phone and other pocket items and logged them in and I ended up in an interrogation room.  It might have been a closet originally because there were marks on the wall where shelves hung before. 
     
    I waited a while, but I couldn’t really tell how long since the room had no windows and no clock.  In spite of the nausea that I felt, my stomach growled so I guessed it had to be around lunchtime.  The room had no two way mirror like in the crime shows on TV, so I felt pretty sure that no one was staring at me while I sat there waiting.  I wonder where, my lawyer is?  I thought.  He seemed to be better known than I’d thought.  Peter had called him Beanstalk—an apt nickname because of his height, but one that didn’t appear to be amusing to Brian Cahill.  I wondered if David called him Beanstalk, too.
     
    Finally, the door rattled and opened.  It was the officer that had been with Lynch when he served the search warrant.  He stood aside and the door filled with Brian “the Beanstalk” Cahill.
     
    “Ms. Bailey,” he doffed an imaginary hat and made a shooing motion to the officer who closed the door. 
     
    “Hi, Mr. Cahill.  Thank you for representing me,” I said.
     
    He put his hand up for me to stop and he brushed off the chair before sitting down across from me.  He opened the folder that he carried and pulled out his pen. 
     
    “It’s Brian and I like defending innocent people.  Besides, to prove that you are innocent in my fairly closed-minded hometown holds a certain attraction for me.  Now, let’s get started.”  He clicked the pen three times and poised it to take notes. “Where were you when Mrs. Simpson met her fate?”
     
    “I’m not sure exactly what time that was, but I was home and then I walked to the bakery and got things ready for the day.”
     
    “And I’m presuming that you were alone the whole time?  Any chance that you saw someone or that someone saw you at any time that morning?”
     
    “I didn’t notice anybody. It’s pretty early in the morning.”
     
    “This town is pretty quiet most of the time, but that doesn’t leave you with an alibi that anyone can check.”
     
    “Well, I opened on time and had fresh muffins and breads made, so how could I do that if I wasn’t really at the bakery the whole time?”
     
    “While that is a logical argument, it can be called into question because couldn’t you have made the preparations the night before so that it took less time in the morning?”
     
    “I suppose it’s possible, but no self-respecting baker would do that and sell them as fresh,” I said, not meaning to sound huffy.
     
    “The law rarely cares about the quality of baked goods, my dear,” he scribbled on his tablet. “Okay.  Let’s tackle motive. It seems that their working theory is that you killed Ms. Simpson because she owned the rival bakery in town and your bakery had not been doing well.” He stared at me.
     
    “Well, I’ve been doing well enough for just opening several months ago. I’m not raking in the dough, so to speak, by any means, but I’m making ends meet.”
     
    “So, if Ms. Simpson’s bakery went out of business, you’d stand to gain more business?”
     
    “I guess,” I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me because this lawyer believed me and still made it seem as though I had been the one to murder Barbara. I could go to jail.  The weight of that thought made me gasp for breath.
     
    “Look, the bright side of this situation is that if there is little evidence to clear you, there is also little evidence to convict. I won’t lie to you, this is every bit of an uphill battle to get you off, but I love a challenge.”
     
    “So do I, usually, but not in this case,” I tried to smile.
     
    “Well, the rest

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