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  Changing Fortune Cookies

  Auntie Clem’s Bakery #14

  P.D. Workman

  Contents

  Mailing List

  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

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Bonus material

  Mailing List

  Preview of Hot on the Trail Mix

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

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  To those who are willing to help

  and those who are waiting for it

  Chapter 1

  Erin invited Mary Lou into the house and, at first, it looked like the older woman was going to refuse. She hadn’t been happy with Erin recently. This latest development wasn’t going to make her more likely to forgive Erin for past mistakes. But then Mary Lou nodded her head, patted her gray bob, and entered. Erin motioned toward the couch, her brain spinning, trying to sort things out.

  Vic stood in the kitchen doorway, her long blond hair tied back in a ponytail, her mouth open slightly. She knew how Mary Lou felt about them lately, so she was surprised by Mary Lou coming into the house. Vic looked at Erin, her brows coming down.

  “Erin? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

  “No.” Erin shook her head. She couldn’t explain it. She pointed at Mary Lou for her to explain to Vic. “Tea? I’m going to put on the kettle.” She passed Vic in the doorway and started to get the tea things ready. She turned on the electric kettle and gathered teacups, an assortment of tea bags, and the other items she needed.

  “What is it?” she heard Vic ask Mary Lou, her tone anxious and uncertain. “Did something happen? Is it Roger?”

  But it was not about Mary Lou’s husband. As far as Erin knew, he was still safe in the facility where he had been held since he’d been arrested for murder and assault. Not jail, but somewhere they would, hopefully, be a little more compassionate and be able to handle his brain injury.

  Nor was it about Campbell, Mary Lou’s older son, who had been in some trouble in the past.

  Erin listened for Mary Lou’s answer, but she didn’t explain to Vic. She probably handed Vic the same paper that she had shown to Erin. The Bald Eagle Falls weekly newspaper, which had included a news article written by Mary Lou’s younger teenage son, Joshua. But the article had been cut out and there was a sticky note in its place.

  If you want to know where your son is, maybe you should ask Erin Price.

  The kettle started to whistle. Feeling numb and distant, as if she were enclosed in a bubble, Erin poured the steaming water into the teapot and then took the tea service out to the living room. She set it on the coffee table and sat on the couch beside Mary Lou. Not too close—she didn’t want to impinge on Mary Lou’s personal space—but close enough that they could talk and Mary Lou would know that Erin was there to help and support her. Vic sat in one of the easy chairs across from her, looking as pale and horrified as Erin felt. Mary Lou herself, appearing composed as she always did, smoothed wrinkles in her pantsuit and didn’t immediately help herself to a teacup. The newspaper lay folded on the table in front of her.

  “Can I pour for you?” Vic offered. “What kind would you like?”

  Mary Lou seemed far away. It took her a few extra seconds to process Vic’s question and focus on the tea bags in the basket.

  “Earl Gray,” she said eventually. “Thank you.”

  Vic busied herself with preparing a cup for Mary Lou, then passed it across to her. She poured for herself and Erin, and let Erin choose and add her own teabag. They sat there, looking at each other. They looked like three friends gathered for a gossip session. But that wasn’t how it felt.

  “I don’t know anything about where Josh is,” Erin told Mary Lou. “I hope you know that. I don’t know what this note means, but… I don’t know anything about where Josh is or what he is doing. I haven’t seen him since he came to Whitewater Junction to interview me.”

  That had been days before. She remembered his coming to her hotel room, notepad in hand, eager to act the part of a mature reporter. Erin assumed that Joshua had gone home after that interview, had carried on his life as usual through the remainder of the cooking contest. And he had, of course, handed in his report to his English teacher and submitted it to the newspaper.

  And then…? What had happened? And why did the note say that Mary Lou should ask Erin, when she knew nothing of Joshua’s whereabouts?

  “He isn’t home?” Vic asked the obvious.

  Of course Josh wasn’t at home, or his mother would not be concerned about a note that implied something had happened to him.

  “No. He was home yesterday… everything was normal. I thought… everything was even better than normal. But something happened. This morning… he didn’t come down for breakfast. When I looked in his room to wake him up… he wasn’t there.” Mary Lou’s gaze sought out Erin’s. “His bed hadn’t been slept in.”

  Erin’s stomach clenched into a tight ball. She felt like she was being strangled. What could have happened to Joshua? If his bed hadn’t been slept in, he hadn’t just gone for a walk or to visit a friend or pick up a cup of coffee that morning. Something had happened to him the night before. He had left the house without Mary Lou being aware of it and he had not returned.

  “Have you called the police?”

  “No.” Mary Lou shook her head. “I haven’t talked to anyone. I just… I called him on his phone, but there was no answer. The newspaper was on the table and when I saw the note… I was going to call you, but… I just came over.”

  “Yeah. This is really crazy. But I… I don’t know where he is…” Erin trailed off.
She didn’t know how to explain the note. Someone was trying to throw suspicion on her, but she hadn’t had anything to do with Joshua’s absence.

  “But maybe if you thought about it, you would have some idea,” Mary Lou said. “Even if you haven’t seen him or heard from him, you must know something about what is going on. Why would the note say that if it wasn’t anything to do with you?”

  “But it isn’t. I don’t know anything.”

  “Where would he go? You two have been involved in everything going on around here. You must have some idea.”

  Erin felt lost.

  “What about Cam?” Vic suggested. “Maybe he went to visit his brother. And this note is just… I don’t know. Some kind of cruel joke.”

  Mary Lou had her phone in her hand. She stared at it as if it were something foreign to her. Or might blow up any minute.

  “Have you called Campbell?” Erin asked. It was probably the first thing Mary Lou had done.

  “No. He won’t be up yet. He stays out late. Sleeps half the day. He wouldn’t wake up.”

  “But if Joshua is with him… they must know you’d be looking for him. Or if he’s not, won’t Campbell want to help look for him? He would want to know right away.”

  Mary Lou shook her head. “There’s no point, Erin. I said he won’t wake up. I can’t ask him or tell him anything if he is asleep and doesn’t answer his phone.”

  Erin understood this, but still felt like Mary Lou should at least try.

  “If he really is missing, we should call the police,” Vic said.

  “Yes,” Erin agreed. “The earlier they can start looking for him, the better the results.”

  “I don’t think they’ll look if it hasn’t been forty-eight hours, will they?”

  “No, they’ll look sooner than that,” Erin assured her. “If you think something has happened to him, you should tell them right away. The first few hours can be critical. We don’t want to lose them.”

  “I don’t know that anything has happened to him. This could just be… a joke. Someone being silly. He’s a teenager. They do stupid things without realizing what the consequences could be.”

  “But if he was just out with friends, wouldn’t you be able to get him on the phone?” Erin pointed out.

  “Maybe. Maybe not. There are a lot of places in these mountains where you can’t get a signal. If he’s out of range of a cell tower, or in a canyon, or spelunking, I wouldn’t be able to get him.”

  “Spelunking,” Erin repeated. Just thinking about being underground in a cave was enough to take her breath away. Still. “He wouldn’t go into a cave without friends, would he? And without letting someone know where he was?”

  “N-no…” Mary Lou drew the word out and, even though she said he wouldn’t do it, she immediately contradicted herself. “Like I said… he’s a teenager. And teen boys do all kinds of crazy things without understanding the dangers. As you well know.” She gave each of them a hard stare. Erin looked down at her cup, her face hot with embarrassment. “You try to tell them something they need to be careful of, a decision that could bring them to harm, and you just get ‘I’ll be fine, Mom. I promise.’ As if they can control the consequences.” Mary Lou took a sip of her cooling tea. “I don’t know how many times I’ve told them you can’t choose the consequences. You can only choose your actions.”

  Erin looked at Vic. “Well… we can look around town. See if he’s at the school or any of the regular hangouts. We can’t check out all of the caves in the area, of course, but maybe Willie could drive by a couple of the more popular ones. See if there are cars parked outside.”

  Vic nodded. “If you aren’t sure yet if there’s really a problem and want to look for him first, we can help with that.”

  Erin remembered the search party for Roger when he had wandered off on his own. It was different for Roger because of his brain injury. He wasn’t just a teenager off having a good time. He was easily confused and could have hurt himself. The whole town had shown up to help look for him and to comfort Mary Lou. Should they send out the call for help with Joshua?

  But Erin could see that would not go over well. If Mary Lou made a big fuss about his being missing and it turned out that he’d just taken a day off to mess around, the police and everyone else would be irritated, Mary Lou and Joshua would be embarrassed. Tensions between them would increase instead of decreasing.

  “Do you want us to help look?” Erin asked Mary Lou.

  Mary Lou sipped her tea and looked around, a small crease between her eyebrows. Then she finally nodded. “Yes. I suppose so. We can at least do that.”

  Erin and Vic nodded their agreement. Auntie Clem’s Bakery was covered for the day, so they were free to spend the day as they wished. Erin had been planning to do some business planning and later to run some errands, but those things could be put off. If Joshua was missing, it was an emergency. She needed to be flexible and concentrate on what was most important.

  “With this mention of you,” Mary Lou said, motioning to the newspaper lying on the coffee table, the sticky note incongruous in the sea of black print, “do you think… that he’s back in Whitewater?”

  Erin looked at Vic. She didn’t feel like driving back to Whitewater and, once she got there, where specifically would she look? But the notes said to ask Erin where he was. That implied that something Erin had done had resulted in Joshua’s disappearance. And lately, all she had done was to be a judge at the cooking contest and to help solve Beryl Batcombe’s murder.

  A murder that Joshua had been asking questions about.

  In Whitewater.

  “I guess,” she said reluctantly. “If it has something to do with me… that’s really the only thing unusual that I have done lately. And Joshua interviewed me about it.”

  Vic nodded her agreement.

  “I don’t have a vehicle, though,” Erin realized. “Willie took his truck and Terry took his.”

  “You should have gone with Jack to look at cars when they were here,” Vic pointed out. “They had their eye on a few good deals.”

  “I know. But there was so much going on with the contest and everything else.” And Erin hadn’t wanted to go with Jack. She’d felt pressured before even getting near a car lot. She didn’t want to be pushed into anything. She would buy a new car when she was ready. On her own. Without someone else pushing her into it and spouting facts and figures at her.

  “Is Terry actually using the truck?” Vic asked. “Could we borrow it?”

  “I’ll check.” He was often on foot patrol around the town, his truck just parked in the lot at the Town Hall, where the police department was housed. It was only a short walk to get there from Erin’s house.

  Chapter 2

  Mary Lou raised her hand to stop Erin as she slid out her phone and looked down at it to dial Terry.

  “What are you going to tell him?”

  “That I need the car to go to Whitewater and…” Erin trailed off. She could see the warning in Mary Lou’s eyes even before she said anything. “And… you don’t want me to say anything to him about Joshua?”

  “I’ve told you before that you need to watch what you say to him. If I wanted the police involved, I would call them myself.”

  “Okay.” Erin looked at Vic. “Then I guess… tell him that I decided that my errands might take longer than I had originally planned, so I want to get started. And after we check out Whitewater, we’ll have to run into the city to take care of them, so it doesn’t look suspicious.”

  Mary Lou gave a brusque nod.

  Erin swallowed. “Okay.” She didn’t like the subterfuge, but it was really just a lie of omission. She really would do her errands as she told him.

  “Should we split up?” Vic asked. “I suppose I should stay here and look around; we can cover more area if we split up.”

  It was a sensible plan of action, but Erin bit her lip and shook her head. “I’m not sure… I don’t want to go by myself.”

  Vic cocke
d her head. She raised her eyebrows in query. “It’s just for a few hours. You wouldn’t be staying there alone.”

  “I know. But since the accident, I don’t really want to drive the highway by myself. I can, but… I just would feel better if I had someone with me. So that if anything happens…”

  Nothing would happen, of course. Just because she had been followed and forced off the road once, that didn’t mean that it would ever happen again. It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.

  Not something that was going to happen to her again.

  “Oh, hon,” Vic leaned across the coffee table and touched Erin’s arm. “I didn’t realize.”

  Erin squirmed. She wasn’t looking for pity or even just attention. She wasn’t doing it to be the poor, damaged little girl. She’d filled that role too many times in the past, the only survivor of the rollover that had killed her parents when she was just a child.

  “I can go by myself,” she asserted, looking at Mary Lou. “It’s just… safer with two people in the car.”

  Mary Lou nodded. “If you could see if there’s any sign of him in Whitewater Junction, that would help,” she said, without comment on Erin’s weakness and the inconvenience it caused. “I think I should stay here, in case he comes home, or in case… I don’t know. The police call me with news.”