Blueberry Cream Cupcake & Murder (A Dana Sweet Cozy Mystery Book 2) by Ann S. Marie Page A
Authors: Ann S. Marie
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of you.”
“Thank you, dear. I only wish I could help poor Max out.”
“But you can. You can just be supportive as you always are, Aunt Mary. You’ve helped me out back when my parents died, too. I’ll never forget that.”
“IT was no trouble, dear. You’re family and like my own child.”
Dana smiled.
Aunt Mary’s eyes seem to have a shadow of sadness slide across them.
“What’s is it?” Dana asked softly.
“Oh, it’s just that…well, I’m worried about Max.”
“I know you are. But he has one of the best lawyers around.”
“It’s not that. He’s loyal to a fault, that one.”
“What do you mean by that?” Dana was puzzled.
“His late wife. God rest her soul.” Aunt Mary sighed again.
“His late wife?”
“Yes. You see,” Aunt Mary leaned in closer. “She was unfaithful to him, Dana. Even though we got along, she wasn’t good to him. I bet it was one of those misters she was dating.”
“You do? Well, that’s something,” Dana said, taking mental notes.
“Many times when she thought I was asleep upstairs and when Max was out on a business trip, she would sneak around with her…her men.” Aunt Mary’s lips were pinched.
“Her men ? Plural?”
“I’m sorry to have to be so blunt, child. But he should have told the police this information. One of her lovers even threatened her.”
“Well, why didn’t Uncle Max say anything?”
“Because that would have given me a motive for murder, don’t you think?” Uncle Max’s voice caused Dana and Aunt Mary to jump.
“Oh, Uncle Max, you’re back.”
Uncle Max stood at the bedroom door with a tray of refreshments for Aunt Mary. A cup of warm milk and honey, some biscuits and a scone and a pitcher of water. He calmly walked over to the side table and placed the tray down beside his mother.
“Son, you must understand I think you’re making a big mistake by not telling them about her other men. They could have a motive, too.”
“I thought about that. But it’s best we don’t say anything, mother.”
“But Uncle Max, Aunt Mary’s right. It could be any of them.”
“And how do you think it would look if I found out she had other men? It would make me look like a jealous husband.”
“Which you’re not, son. You’re a forgiving husband. I’m surprised you stayed with her after all the heartache she’d caused you, son.”
“Mother!”
“Sorry son, I don’t know what got into me.” Aunt Mary picked up her warm milk and honey and took a long sip. “The milk is wonderful, son. Thank you. It’s just the way I like it.”
Dana couldn’t help but wondering how terrible it must have been for Uncle Max to have found out that he wife was cheating on him with not one but many lovers.
Could it be?
Could Dana have gotten this whole situation wrong? Did Uncle Max have a crime of passion? Could he have really killed his wife in a fit of jealous rage?
Chapter 11
“How is your dear uncle?” Gerdie-Sue, the well-known town gossip and a regular customer of the café asked Dana later that morning.
Dana’s mind was in a tailspin of confusion right now. She didn’t even know if she was coming or going, especially after her meeting with her uncle.
“I heard he just got out on bail, child,” Gerdie-Sue continued, despite Dana’s dazed expression. “Poor thing. Being cooped up in a small cell like that.” She tsked.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Gerdie-Sue. My mind’s somewhere else right now. What were you saying?” Dana packed a box of delicious blueberry cupcakes and fresh pastries for Gerdie-Sue’s order. She couldn’t help but notice the woman’s long manicured nails that matched her bright red outfit.
“You’re uncle’s out on bail, right?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, he’s out on bail, Gerdie-Sue. It’s in the hands of the justice system now. But I know he’s innocent.” She swallowed a hard lump at those words. Did she really know if he was innocent?
Of course,
“Thank you, dear. I only wish I could help poor Max out.”
“But you can. You can just be supportive as you always are, Aunt Mary. You’ve helped me out back when my parents died, too. I’ll never forget that.”
“IT was no trouble, dear. You’re family and like my own child.”
Dana smiled.
Aunt Mary’s eyes seem to have a shadow of sadness slide across them.
“What’s is it?” Dana asked softly.
“Oh, it’s just that…well, I’m worried about Max.”
“I know you are. But he has one of the best lawyers around.”
“It’s not that. He’s loyal to a fault, that one.”
“What do you mean by that?” Dana was puzzled.
“His late wife. God rest her soul.” Aunt Mary sighed again.
“His late wife?”
“Yes. You see,” Aunt Mary leaned in closer. “She was unfaithful to him, Dana. Even though we got along, she wasn’t good to him. I bet it was one of those misters she was dating.”
“You do? Well, that’s something,” Dana said, taking mental notes.
“Many times when she thought I was asleep upstairs and when Max was out on a business trip, she would sneak around with her…her men.” Aunt Mary’s lips were pinched.
“Her men ? Plural?”
“I’m sorry to have to be so blunt, child. But he should have told the police this information. One of her lovers even threatened her.”
“Well, why didn’t Uncle Max say anything?”
“Because that would have given me a motive for murder, don’t you think?” Uncle Max’s voice caused Dana and Aunt Mary to jump.
“Oh, Uncle Max, you’re back.”
Uncle Max stood at the bedroom door with a tray of refreshments for Aunt Mary. A cup of warm milk and honey, some biscuits and a scone and a pitcher of water. He calmly walked over to the side table and placed the tray down beside his mother.
“Son, you must understand I think you’re making a big mistake by not telling them about her other men. They could have a motive, too.”
“I thought about that. But it’s best we don’t say anything, mother.”
“But Uncle Max, Aunt Mary’s right. It could be any of them.”
“And how do you think it would look if I found out she had other men? It would make me look like a jealous husband.”
“Which you’re not, son. You’re a forgiving husband. I’m surprised you stayed with her after all the heartache she’d caused you, son.”
“Mother!”
“Sorry son, I don’t know what got into me.” Aunt Mary picked up her warm milk and honey and took a long sip. “The milk is wonderful, son. Thank you. It’s just the way I like it.”
Dana couldn’t help but wondering how terrible it must have been for Uncle Max to have found out that he wife was cheating on him with not one but many lovers.
Could it be?
Could Dana have gotten this whole situation wrong? Did Uncle Max have a crime of passion? Could he have really killed his wife in a fit of jealous rage?
Chapter 11
“How is your dear uncle?” Gerdie-Sue, the well-known town gossip and a regular customer of the café asked Dana later that morning.
Dana’s mind was in a tailspin of confusion right now. She didn’t even know if she was coming or going, especially after her meeting with her uncle.
“I heard he just got out on bail, child,” Gerdie-Sue continued, despite Dana’s dazed expression. “Poor thing. Being cooped up in a small cell like that.” She tsked.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Gerdie-Sue. My mind’s somewhere else right now. What were you saying?” Dana packed a box of delicious blueberry cupcakes and fresh pastries for Gerdie-Sue’s order. She couldn’t help but notice the woman’s long manicured nails that matched her bright red outfit.
“You’re uncle’s out on bail, right?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, he’s out on bail, Gerdie-Sue. It’s in the hands of the justice system now. But I know he’s innocent.” She swallowed a hard lump at those words. Did she really know if he was innocent?
Of course,
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