Murder in the Mix Boxed Set 28-30: Cozy Mystery by Addison Moore (books for 7th graders .txt) 📗

back of it. “Everything you just mentioned can be taken care of with a few simple clicks on the internet. How about we go on a shopping spree tonight?”

Everett clears his throat and glowers at Noah a moment. “Don’t worry, Lemon. This baby won’t want for anything, and neither will you. I’m not certain, but isn’t your mother planning something? A shower like the one she threw for Lainey?”

“Oh, I doubt it. My mother can’t remember who she is anymore, let alone the fact I’m about to have a baby. Her head is all over the place ever since she gave away the B&B. And she’s practically despondent that Carlotta has swept in and become an overnight sensation in the book world.”

“Ooh,” Dr. Barnette says as she splashes some warm jelly over my stomach before pressing an apparatus that looks like a mouse over it. “I’ve heard great things about her book, Lottie. A couple of copies are circulating right here at the office. You should bring your mother with you next time. My staff would love to have her sign their copies.”

I’d ask which mother she was talking about, but I’m afraid I know exactly which one.

Dr. Barnette regales us with images of our sweet little sugar cookie and tears spring to life in my eyes. Tears of joy because I get to finally see my sweet angel very very soon, live and in person. And tears of grief because Everett may not be here to enjoy the moment with me. And tears of anger because whoever killed Verity Prescott has unwittingly unleashed a wildfire into my own life—in Evie’s and into Everett’s after last night.

I can’t control when the baby arrives. I certainly can’t control whether or not Everett goes to prison. But I can most certainly do my darnedest to land Verity’s killer behind bars.

Whoever killed Verity is going to pay for her death and the carnage they’ve unleashed in my world. In fact, I’m not wasting any time hunting them down.

Juliet Jackowski, I’m gunning for you tonight.

Lottie

By the time we get back to Main Street the three of us are famished.

Okay, mostly it’s me that’s famished, but Noah and Everett are pretty hungry, too. Truth be told, I’m just as hungry for justice as I am anything I can shove into my pie hole, so I’ve hatched a little scheme.

I asked Noah to pick up a pizza and some sandwiches from Mangias. And I asked Everett to pick up the works from the Wicked Wok.

And I asked them to meet me back at the bakery as soon as they could before we hightailed it home to enjoy our feast. Of course, I didn’t actually lie to Everett and Noah. I stopped by the bakery long enough to let Lily know that if Everett and Noah got back before I did to let them know I was in the back office and that I would be out momentarily. And under no circumstances were they to come back there.

Lily gave me the stink eye. She let me know under no circumstances was she going to bend the truth. So I did what any self-respecting business owner would do. I let her know I’d pay her for an additional two hours. And to make her feel better, I left through the back door. For all she knows, I’m in the office stuffing my face with raspberry tarts and monitoring my sales.

But I’m not.

I’m right back on Main Street as the streetlamps shine down over the fresh blanket of snow covering the sidewalks. Pink and red twinkle lights adorn the windows of all the businesses that line the street, and it casts a mystical glow in the night. I traipse across the street, and just as I hit the sidewalk, a spray of red stars appears to my right, and soon enough Teddy is swinging from my neck, sitting on the side of my tummy, and I can feel her warming my body.

“Hey there, cutie,” I say. “Perfect timing. I was just about to head into the knit shop and speak to Juliet Jackowski.”

“My goodness”—she cranes her cute little head past me—“where is Carlotta?”

“She’s not here. And believe me, that’s great news. Carlotta has a knack for making a bit of a mess of things. Trust me, things will move a lot smoother without her.”

“But the way Carlotta was telling it, you work as some sort of a dynamic duo. She said you weren’t the greatest sidekick, but that the fates had spoken and she was stuck with ya.”

I roll my eyes at that one.

“In fact”—Teddy is quick to continue—“she was telling the girls at bingo last night that she’s kind enough to let you tag along on her investigative adventures, but that, well, you were sort of a hot mess.”

“What?” I squawk and a small group of women walking down the street turn my way. “Good evening,” I hum as I put a little pep in my step as I hustle my way toward Juliet’s knitting shop. “Listen”—I whisper to Teddy as I cradle her in my right arm as if she were a baby, and she feels every bit as adorable—“I’m not Carlotta’s sidekick. It’s the other way around,” I say as we come upon the shop. Not that I’d give Carlotta the coveted title of sidekick. She’s the hot mess in the investigative equation. “I’ll explain everything later. But we’re going to have to make this visit super quick before Noah and Everett get wind of where I am.”

The Social Knitwork is light and bright inside and is lined with what looks like bookshelves covered with skeins of yarn in a rainbow of colors. And it’s those balls of colorful yarn that give this place a cozy feel that makes me want to stay and linger.

To the right there’s a tall silk ficus tree that hugs the shelves, and in the middle of the shop there are tables set out and chairs as if encouraging