Fat Cat Takes The Cake

Sunday morning dawned extra bright. The sun reflected off the snow outside onto Chase’s bedroom wall and woke her fifteen minutes before her alarm was set to go off at eight o’clock. She’d had a bad night, lying awake worrying about Julie and wondering if there was anything she could do. At one point she considered going to the police station and talking to the detective. Then she drifted into a restless sleep and dreamed that she found a bloody knife, thus exonerating Julie. It was a light sleep and she awoke from the dream, realizing that there was no knife involved. Her despair descended with even more weight.

The phone startled her minutes after she opened her bleary eyes to the overly bright sunshine. She picked up her cell. It was Eddie. She let it go to voice mail, but he immediately called again, so she answered.

“You up for a jog today?”

“Eddie, our shop is open on Sundays.”

“We could get one in quick, before you open. The snow stopped.”

Was the man made of energy? “No, we could not. I’m still in bed.”

“Really? What is it, eight?”

He probably got up at five. “Not yet. My alarm will go off when it’s eight.”

“How about after work?”

It would be dark when the shop closed at six. She felt she was being rude. She did enjoy being around him, if they weren’t eating cardboard health food and if he wasn’t berating her about the contents of her dessert bars. “Maybe Monday. We’re closed Monday and Tuesday.” That would give her a day to think of an alternative activity to jogging on snowy, slushy sidewalks.

“Call me Monday, then?”

She promised she would. Should she feel bad about seeing two men at once? No, she told herself. It wasn’t like she was committed to either one. And vice versa, as far as she could tell.

Before she finished breakfast she heard Anna arrive and yoo-hoo up the stairs to let her know she was at work. She stumbled down the stairs, feeling the lack of sleep. Quincy darted in front of her at the bottom of the steps and she nearly tripped over him.

“Are you okay?’ Anna asked.

“A little tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Worried about Julie?”

When Chase nodded, Anna confessed that she was, too. If she had spent a sleepless night over Julie, it didn’t show. She wore a bright blue, green, and red cardigan over a pink T-shirt. The theme was trees. Not strictly Christmas trees, but pine trees with red and blue bows. Appropriate for the season. Anna’s cheeks were the pink of her shirt and her eyes blazed blue to match the yarn of the bows in the bright daylight flooding the kitchen. The kitchen faced east and the windows, kept clean mostly by Anna, let all the December light in. Chase wished there were some warmth with the light, but it was December.

Inspecting Anna more closely in the light, she could detect dark smudges beneath those sparkling eyes.

“I have to look something up,” Chase said. “Be right back.”

She followed Quincy into the office and searched for current movies to try to find one Eddie might be interested in. Although she had no idea what his taste in movies was, she could probably rule out chick flicks. Would he go for the he-man thriller stuff? There was a new James Bond. Maybe he’d like that. She made a note of times and theaters for all the shows that were possibilities. The one thing she wasn’t going to do was jog in December after a snowstorm. She wasn’t even big on jogging on dry pavement in good weather. She did love biking, but this was no longer the time of year for that.

When Mallory and Inger had both arrived, she talked to them in the kitchen before they opened the shop.

“This is a long shot, I know, but do either of you remember if you sold anything to someone who works with Grace Pilsen?”

They looked at each other.

“Pilsen?” Mallory asked.

“Does this have anything to do with something called The Pilsener?” Inger said.

“Yes,” Chase said. “That’s the shop Grace owns. You remember something about it?”

They both nodded.

“How could we forget?” Inger said. “This woman came in and said she wanted to buy one of each bar—everything we sell.”

“And she paid with a credit card from a place called The Pilsener,” Mallory added. “I thought the woman probably owned a bar.”

“It’s actually a bakery,” Chase said.

They both shook their heads. “I wondered what a tavern would do with so many dessert bars,” Mallory said.

“It was so weird,” Inger said. “We told her we didn’t sell every single type every single day, so she bought everything we had on hand. I’ve been expecting her to come back another day and do it again, but she hasn’t.”

“You don’t remember sticking an extra piece of paper in the bag, do you?”

“Bags. There were several of them.”

Chase thanked them and they went out front with her to fill the cases while Chase tended the cash register and flipped the sign to “Open.”