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Books by Lee Hollis

DEATH OF A KITCHEN DIVA

DEATH OF A COUNTRY FRIED REDNECK

DEATH OF A COUPON CLIPPER

DEATH OF A CHOCOHOLIC

DEATH OF A CHRISTMAS CATERER

DEATH OF A CUPCAKE QUEEN

DEATH OF A BACON HEIRESS

Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

Chapter 1

Hayley Powell wished she was anywhere else as she picked at the last of her butter croissant and sipped what was left of her now cold coffee.

Bruce Linney was still talking.

Hayley checked the time on her cell phone. He had been prattling on for at least fifteen minutes. She sighed, brushed some stray crumbs off her light green blouse, and fixed her eyes on Bruce, pretending to at least be mildly interested.

She hated attending staff meetings at the Island Times newspaper.

Everyone gathering around a shoddy, scratched wooden table in a makeshift conference room with framed clippings of past landmark stories on the wall and discussing the major local news the handful of reporters were currently following.

A summer cottage break-in.

A controversial city council vote on new lobster boat regulations.

The high school swim team setting new records.

All topics Hayley was definitely interested in hearing about. It was just that Editor in Chief Sal Moretti, the big cheese at the paper, always scheduled these meetings during lunch, and he couldnt resist chowing down on a pastrami and rye sandwich during the meeting. Which was fine, but his mouth was so full half the time he was unable to speak and it provided crime reporter Bruce Linney with an opening to hijack the proceedings.

Bruce loved to hear himself talk.

And today was no exception.

Now, we dont know what kind of secret project Dr. Alvin Foley was working on at the time of his disappearance, but I am following up on a few leads and hope to have some answers in the coming days, Bruce said.

Dr. Alvin Foley.

Now there was a fascinating story.

A young Stanford-educated scientist with an impressive rsum who had moved to Mount Desert Island three years ago to work at the Jackson Laboratory, a leading genetics research center located on the outskirts of town.

Single.

No kids.

Very quiet.

Kept to himself.

Exceedingly polite.

Hayley had run into him several times at the Shop n Save, and he would always make a point of smiling and saying hello.

He seemed to love cooking. He was always buying exotic ingredients to experiment with new dishes. One day it was Thai. The next Indian.

Hayley always felt guilty because she was the one who was supposed to be setting the culinary trends in town; after all, she was the papers resident food columnist. But her grocery cart always seemed to be filled with Cheetos and packaged macaroni and cheese.

She hadnt seen Dr. Foley at the grocery store in a few weeks because he had mysteriously vanished without a trace.

No clues.

No evidence of wrongdoing.

But the rumors were flying around town fast and furious.

Kidnapping.

Extortion.

Murder.

Was he working on some kind of top secret medical breakthrough cure at the lab, and was someone willing to do him harm and steal his research in order to beat him to the punch?

That was the kind of rampant speculation everyone was gossiping about at the grocery store, at the high school baseball games, at the church socials. It was all anyone could talk about.

Hayleys phone buzzed.

She looked down at it, cradled in her lap, hoping it might be Aaron or one of her kids, but it was just Liddy confirming their girls night out at Drinks Like A Fish, her brothers bar, after work.

Hayley felt a lump in her throat.

She was missing her kids big time.

Gemma was attending the University of Maine at Orono, studying for a bachelor degree in animal and veterinary science, and Dustin had recently been awarded a huge opportunity to spend the spring semester in Boston taking a college prep course in graphic design at the Massachusetts College of Art and Design.

She was so proud of them. But they were growing up so fast.

It scared the hell out of her.

She hated to admit she was suffering from a bit of empty-nest syndrome.

For so many years she had dragged those kids out of their beds to get ready for school, made them lunches, yelled at them to finish their homework. She had grown so accustomed to her roles as guardian, caretaker, and drill sergeant she was a little lost now that those roles no longer needed to be filled.

It was tough going home after work to an empty house.

She still had her loyal and loving dog, Leroy, and her demanding and moody cat, Blueberry, but it just wasnt the same.

Now, I interviewed Dr. Foleys parents in Oregon and they said he had no enemies to speak of and was a dutiful son. They dont see any reason why anyone would want to hurt him. I put in some calls to Stanford and spoke to his professors and they all said the same thing.

God, Bruce was still talking.

This was not new information. Bruce had presented all of this exact information at last weeks staff meeting ad nauseam. But he wanted to put on a good performance for Sal and show him he was still working hard on the case.

As for Sal, he wasnt even listening. He was opening his mouth as wide as he could to slide in the second half of his pastrami sandwich.

Hayley returned to her own thoughts again.

Aaron.

The handsome local vet she had been dating for a while now.

She had thought their relationship was progressing.

He seemed engaged. He was certainly affectionate.

But over the last month or so he had seemed to pull away.

Shed heard from him less.

Hed canceled a couple of dinner dates.

When she texted him or left a voice mail, he would take longer than usual to get back to her.

It was starting to worry her.

She had no idea where all of this was leading, or even whether this was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, but she had grown so fond of him and didnt want to lose him from her life

Excuse me, Hayley, did you hear me?

Hayley snapped to attention. Im sorry, what?

I asked you a question, Bruce said, scowling, arms folded across his chest.

I didnt hear it, Hayley said, clearing her throat. Could you repeat it?

Am I boring you?

Hayley bit her tongue.

Dont answer that.

Dont answer that.

Im just a little distracted today, Bruce. My apologies. What was your question?

I asked you if you had any plans to investigate the Dr. Alvin Foley story, Bruce said, eyes fixed upon her like a laser beam.

Why would I write about that? Im the food-and-cocktails columnist. Youre the crime reporter.

Good. Im happy to hear youre clear on that. Because my gut is telling me this is a big and complicated story, and we dont need some amateur sleuth sticking her nose into it and muddying the waters, he said smugly.

Muddying the waters?

Hayley couldnt even count the number of times she had jumped into a criminal investigation in the recent past and did Bruces job for him. And she still let him take all the credit in his own column.

He should be on his knees thanking her. But she decided to stay mum. She simply nodded in agreement and let him continue his one-man show.

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