{"id":256681,"date":"2026-07-13T14:59:30","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:59:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/cookies-and-crime-kathleen-suzette\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T14:59:30","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:59:30","slug":"cookies-and-crime-kathleen-suzette","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/cookies-and-crime-kathleen-suzette\/","title":{"rendered":"Cookies And Crime – Kathleen Suzette"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Up ahead, a man stepped out of a parked car, and recognition dawned as I took in his stooped build and the way he adjusted his coat against the breeze. \u201cHey, Larry!\u201d I called as he stepped onto the curb. He turned toward us, a friendly smile creasing his weathered face. \u201cWell, good morning, ladies. Don\u2019t tell me you\u2019re out running for fun. That\u2019s cruel to the rest of us who prefer to stay warm and stationary.\u201d<\/p>\n

He chuckled, his breath puffing into the chilly air. Lucy shot him a playful grin. \u201cOh, you don\u2019t know what you\u2019re missing. Running is a blast.\u201d Larry\u2019s brow furrowed in exaggerated skepticism. \u201cI think you\u2019re making that up, Lucy,\u201d he said, shaking his head with a laugh. I smiled, adjusting my ponytail as we came to a stop in front of him. \u201cIt takes a little getting used to, but once you get past the whole struggling-to- breathe part, it\u2019s not so bad.<\/p>\n

You might even like it.\u201d \u201cNot likely,\u201d Larry said with a smirk. \u201cI\u2019ll stick to walking, thanks.\u201d \u201cFair enough,\u201d I said. \u201cHow have you been?\u201d His expression dimmed slightly as he flexed his fingers. \u201cOh, you know, getting by. I have a little arthritis in my hands these days, but I figure warmer weather will help.<\/p>\n

Can\u2019t come soon enough.\u201d I nodded, knowing how frustrating it must be for someone like Larry, who had always been active and hands-on. \u201cI hope so. That kind of thing can really slow you down.\u201d \u201cYeah, but what can you do?\u201d He shrugged. \u201cSay, how\u2019s your husband doing with the investigation into Kurt Valentine\u2019s murder?\u201d I let out a slow breath. \u201cHe\u2019s working hard on it, that\u2019s for sure. I know he won\u2019t stop until he figures out who killed Kurt.\u201d Larry\u2019s jaw tensed as he nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. It\u2019s hard to rest knowing a killer is walking free around this town. Sure was a shame about Kurt. I still can\u2019t wrap my head around it.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2025 by Kathleen Suzette. All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author\u2019s imagination, or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.<\/p>\n

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronically or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author or publisher. Sign up to receive my newsletter for updates on new releases and sales: https:\/\/www.subscribepage.com\/kathleen-suzette Follow me on Facebook: https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/Kathleen-Suzette-Kate-Bell-authors-759206390932120 Created with Vellum OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS 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 Books by Kathleen Suzette: A Christmas Shop Mystery A Freshly Baked Cozy Mystery Series A Cookie\u2019s Creamery Mystery A Lemon Creek Mystery A Rainey Daye Cozy Mystery Series OceanofPDF.com D CHAPTER 1 ing dong!<\/p>\n

I hurried to the front door, pausing just long enough to check my reflection in the mirror in the foyer. My long hair framed my face in a tempest of red curls, tumbling over my shoulders in an untamed mass. I sighed and gave them a quick fluff. If I added any more product, its weight would drag my curls straight, and I wasn\u2019t about to risk that.<\/p>\n

Shrugging, I let my hair do what it wanted. It always did anyway. I pulled the door open. \u201cHey, Lucy!\u201d My best friend stood on my doorstep, her cheeks pink from the brisk morning air. She wore a sparkly black top beneath her brown suede coat, the shimmer catching the light where she hadn\u2019t bothered to button the top button.<\/p>\n

I recognized the top\u2014it was one of her favorites, and she usually saved it for special occasions. She grinned, her eyes bright with excitement. \u201cHey, Allie! I hope I\u2019m not too early, but I just couldn\u2019t wait any longer. I\u2019m so excited about today.\u201d I laughed and stepped aside to let her pass. \u201cMe too. Where\u2019s Ed?\u201d I glanced out the door at her car parked in my driveway.<\/p>\n

She shook her head as she slipped off her coat and draped it over the back of a chair in the entryway. \u201cYou know how he is. There were some old Westerns on TV, and once he got settled in, I knew there was no way I was dragging him out of the house.<\/p>\n

He said something about John Wayne being more entertaining than a Hollywood actress in real life.\u201d I chuckled as we made our way to the kitchen. \u201cFigures. Coffee?\u201d \u201cYes, please! I haven\u2019t had any yet. I thought about making a cup before I left, but I was too impatient to get here.\u201d I grabbed two coffee cups from the cupboard and set them on the counter.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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