Chocolate Cream Cupcake & Murder (A Dana Sweet Cozy Mystery Book 3) by Ann S. Marie
Authors: Ann S. Marie
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everything planned ahead of time so it's going to be a grand occasion. With no expenses spared, of course.”
Dana felt so awkward hearing that. “I see.”
Dana saw her serving trays and immediately went over to the counter to scoop them up.
“Well I guess I have everything I need then.” She hesitated for a moment.
Before long, the phone rang in the lobby. The butler excused himself to answer it.
While Dana had her trays in her hands, she couldn’t help but peruse the massive lobby. But before long, she wondered into the grand study.
She remembered George mentioned that Mr. Renaldo loved to look at the fireplace and sit in his cozy brown leather chair. Well, she saw the leather chair and the fireplace. She remembered George telling her that Mr. R always liked to stare at the fire as if he’d find answers and ideas there. Well, she was certainly looking for answers today. She noticed that the fire was not lit today.
Dana then thought of something.
The temperature was incredibly warm in the home today. Yet, on the day of the murder, it was frigidly cold. Was it because whomever killed Mr. Renaldo turned down the temperature because there was a dead body and they wanted to make sure the room was nice and cold like a morgue fridge? So she was right in mentioning that to Troy. She sure hope Troy acted up on her tip.
Dana glanced over by the brick frame of the fireplace and noticed that there was a shred of paper by the base. It was as if someone had cleaned up some shredded paper but one little piece escaped.
She leaned down to pick it up.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh,” Dana jumped up. She quickly slid the piece of torn paper inside her purse “I’m sorry, I was just…admiring the study.”
“You’ve retrieved what you came for. You are free to go now, Miss Dana.”
“Um… George?”
“Yes.” He sighed heavily as if bored by her interruptions.
“I was just wondering if you mentioned to the police about the delivery that came at six clock in the morning.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Well don't you think it might be relevant? After all it could have something to do with the murder.”
“I don't think it has anything to do with Master Renaldo's passing.”
“But don't you think the police should decide that?”
“What I think is that you should leave now, Miss Dana.” His voice was cold and his tone was clipped.
That was her cue. She could always take a hint.
That was also a very interesting conversation. Maybe she'd overstayed her welcome.
She found it very odd and suspicious that George didn't want to tell the police that information.
George then escorted her out off the premises
“I presume you'd like to attend the service,” he said.
“Yes, I would like that.” She was grateful that he was at least gracious enough to allow her to say good bye to Mr. Renaldo during a memorial service.
“Well, it will be the following week at the Berry Cove Memorial. And please, no more questions,” he said before closing the main French doors.
No more questions, huh? Dana would have to see about that.
Chapter 10
The butler was certainly hiding something, Dana thought as she drove away from the mansion. Yet she was aware of the old cliché of the butler did it. But she was beginning to wonder if there was any truth to it right now. When she drove up to a stoplight, she quickly glanced at the piece of paper that she had placed in her bag, the one that she found on the floor of the study.
The note had a scribbled message on it but she could barely make out the header. It read Dr. Hatchett, Berry Cove Medical Center.
Dr. Hatchett?
Berry Cove Medical Center?
This is very strange.
Dana really wanted to help in the investigation but before she turned over any information to Troy, she should check this out for herself first.
After all, even she was not a suspect, it was still her customer that had been murdered. And the inner sleuth in her was itching to solve this terrible
Dana felt so awkward hearing that. “I see.”
Dana saw her serving trays and immediately went over to the counter to scoop them up.
“Well I guess I have everything I need then.” She hesitated for a moment.
Before long, the phone rang in the lobby. The butler excused himself to answer it.
While Dana had her trays in her hands, she couldn’t help but peruse the massive lobby. But before long, she wondered into the grand study.
She remembered George mentioned that Mr. Renaldo loved to look at the fireplace and sit in his cozy brown leather chair. Well, she saw the leather chair and the fireplace. She remembered George telling her that Mr. R always liked to stare at the fire as if he’d find answers and ideas there. Well, she was certainly looking for answers today. She noticed that the fire was not lit today.
Dana then thought of something.
The temperature was incredibly warm in the home today. Yet, on the day of the murder, it was frigidly cold. Was it because whomever killed Mr. Renaldo turned down the temperature because there was a dead body and they wanted to make sure the room was nice and cold like a morgue fridge? So she was right in mentioning that to Troy. She sure hope Troy acted up on her tip.
Dana glanced over by the brick frame of the fireplace and noticed that there was a shred of paper by the base. It was as if someone had cleaned up some shredded paper but one little piece escaped.
She leaned down to pick it up.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh,” Dana jumped up. She quickly slid the piece of torn paper inside her purse “I’m sorry, I was just…admiring the study.”
“You’ve retrieved what you came for. You are free to go now, Miss Dana.”
“Um… George?”
“Yes.” He sighed heavily as if bored by her interruptions.
“I was just wondering if you mentioned to the police about the delivery that came at six clock in the morning.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Well don't you think it might be relevant? After all it could have something to do with the murder.”
“I don't think it has anything to do with Master Renaldo's passing.”
“But don't you think the police should decide that?”
“What I think is that you should leave now, Miss Dana.” His voice was cold and his tone was clipped.
That was her cue. She could always take a hint.
That was also a very interesting conversation. Maybe she'd overstayed her welcome.
She found it very odd and suspicious that George didn't want to tell the police that information.
George then escorted her out off the premises
“I presume you'd like to attend the service,” he said.
“Yes, I would like that.” She was grateful that he was at least gracious enough to allow her to say good bye to Mr. Renaldo during a memorial service.
“Well, it will be the following week at the Berry Cove Memorial. And please, no more questions,” he said before closing the main French doors.
No more questions, huh? Dana would have to see about that.
Chapter 10
The butler was certainly hiding something, Dana thought as she drove away from the mansion. Yet she was aware of the old cliché of the butler did it. But she was beginning to wonder if there was any truth to it right now. When she drove up to a stoplight, she quickly glanced at the piece of paper that she had placed in her bag, the one that she found on the floor of the study.
The note had a scribbled message on it but she could barely make out the header. It read Dr. Hatchett, Berry Cove Medical Center.
Dr. Hatchett?
Berry Cove Medical Center?
This is very strange.
Dana really wanted to help in the investigation but before she turned over any information to Troy, she should check this out for herself first.
After all, even she was not a suspect, it was still her customer that had been murdered. And the inner sleuth in her was itching to solve this terrible
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