Maddie's Recipe Of Mysteries (A Rockcrest Cove Cozy Mystery Book 1) by Emily Page Page B
Authors: Emily Page
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calm.
Bailey stood stunned, looking at her grandmother. She had never seen her that angry ever, and she wasn’t quite sure what to think of it.
“Are you ok?” she asked.
“I’m perfectly fine,” Madeline responded. “I just have a lot of work to do.” She walked away, leaving Bailey standing alone in stunned silence.
Bailey drove home, incredulous due to the events that had just transpired. She was appalled that Emma would do such a thing to her gran after all she had done for her.
Rockcrest Cove had high and low peaks of activity throughout the day. The early morning rush before people headed off to work was usually the busiest time for everyone. Afterward, there was a lull in activity until the lunchtime crowd began to break away for a fast hour of eating before rushing back to their work stations.
It was during that lull that Bailey found herself driving the streets of Rockcrest Cove, trying to decide what to do. She knew she had to get to the bottom of everything before anything could be resolved. She thought if she could find Emma and talk to her, she could get a reasonable explanation for what had happened. She knew Emma well enough to know her usual haunts and decided to try to go and find her. Sure enough, she saw Emma’s car parked on the road alongside Rockcrest Cove’s central park. She pulled up alongside Emma’s car and got out.
Standing next to her car, she shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight, looking for places that Emma might be. There was a concession stand in the middle of the park that seemed as good a place to start as any.
Emma was sitting on a bench near the stand, sipping what appeared to be a cup of coffee. She seemed to be casually chatting on her cell phone as Bailey approached. To her surprise, she saw a smile spread across Emma’s face and heard laughter emerge from the woman. Bailey’s sense of reason left her at that point. She could only think of her gran and how upset she was, and this woman was making a mockery of her. Without thinking, Bailey approached Emma and swiftly snatched the phone out of her hand mid-sentence.
“What!” Emma leaped from her seat. “I was in the middle of a conversation,” she protested.
“To the same person you gave my grandmother’s recipes to?” Bailey challenged.
Emma looked at the younger woman and started to say something, but then she thought better of it.
“What were you thinking sharing my gran’s baking secrets?”
Emma took an indignant stance. “Like you care,” she said. “You’re hardly ever around anyway.”
Bailey refused to take the bait. “How dare you try to sabotage her business!”
“It’s not her business. It should’ve been our business. But she’s so greedy and selfish.”
“Selfish!” Bailey looked at her, eyes wide. “Selfish!” she repeated. “Who’s the one trying to steal her secrets and sell them to the highest bidder?’
“What are you talking about? I was just trying to take back what was mine. Your grandmother stole those recipes from me.”
“What recipes?”
“She took my recipe and used it for the competition, and then when she won, she used her winnings to open up that bakery.” Emma stuck her chest out in a subconscious effort to appear bigger, her arms thrown back in a confrontational stance.
“She never stole your recipes. That’s just some idea you cooked up because you were jealous of her success,” Bailey retorted. She was not about to back down.
Soon, a crowd began to notice the heated exchange.
“That’s what she told you.”
“That’s what I know.”
“And how would you know that? You’re still wet behind the ears.”
“You want to know how I know?” Bailey stuck her finger in Emma’s face.
“You want to know how I know?”
She paused to catch her breath for just a second.
“Because, if she had stolen your recipes for her
Bailey stood stunned, looking at her grandmother. She had never seen her that angry ever, and she wasn’t quite sure what to think of it.
“Are you ok?” she asked.
“I’m perfectly fine,” Madeline responded. “I just have a lot of work to do.” She walked away, leaving Bailey standing alone in stunned silence.
Bailey drove home, incredulous due to the events that had just transpired. She was appalled that Emma would do such a thing to her gran after all she had done for her.
Rockcrest Cove had high and low peaks of activity throughout the day. The early morning rush before people headed off to work was usually the busiest time for everyone. Afterward, there was a lull in activity until the lunchtime crowd began to break away for a fast hour of eating before rushing back to their work stations.
It was during that lull that Bailey found herself driving the streets of Rockcrest Cove, trying to decide what to do. She knew she had to get to the bottom of everything before anything could be resolved. She thought if she could find Emma and talk to her, she could get a reasonable explanation for what had happened. She knew Emma well enough to know her usual haunts and decided to try to go and find her. Sure enough, she saw Emma’s car parked on the road alongside Rockcrest Cove’s central park. She pulled up alongside Emma’s car and got out.
Standing next to her car, she shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight, looking for places that Emma might be. There was a concession stand in the middle of the park that seemed as good a place to start as any.
Emma was sitting on a bench near the stand, sipping what appeared to be a cup of coffee. She seemed to be casually chatting on her cell phone as Bailey approached. To her surprise, she saw a smile spread across Emma’s face and heard laughter emerge from the woman. Bailey’s sense of reason left her at that point. She could only think of her gran and how upset she was, and this woman was making a mockery of her. Without thinking, Bailey approached Emma and swiftly snatched the phone out of her hand mid-sentence.
“What!” Emma leaped from her seat. “I was in the middle of a conversation,” she protested.
“To the same person you gave my grandmother’s recipes to?” Bailey challenged.
Emma looked at the younger woman and started to say something, but then she thought better of it.
“What were you thinking sharing my gran’s baking secrets?”
Emma took an indignant stance. “Like you care,” she said. “You’re hardly ever around anyway.”
Bailey refused to take the bait. “How dare you try to sabotage her business!”
“It’s not her business. It should’ve been our business. But she’s so greedy and selfish.”
“Selfish!” Bailey looked at her, eyes wide. “Selfish!” she repeated. “Who’s the one trying to steal her secrets and sell them to the highest bidder?’
“What are you talking about? I was just trying to take back what was mine. Your grandmother stole those recipes from me.”
“What recipes?”
“She took my recipe and used it for the competition, and then when she won, she used her winnings to open up that bakery.” Emma stuck her chest out in a subconscious effort to appear bigger, her arms thrown back in a confrontational stance.
“She never stole your recipes. That’s just some idea you cooked up because you were jealous of her success,” Bailey retorted. She was not about to back down.
Soon, a crowd began to notice the heated exchange.
“That’s what she told you.”
“That’s what I know.”
“And how would you know that? You’re still wet behind the ears.”
“You want to know how I know?” Bailey stuck her finger in Emma’s face.
“You want to know how I know?”
She paused to catch her breath for just a second.
“Because, if she had stolen your recipes for her
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