Apple Turnover Murder (Hannah Swensen, #13)(86)

Peachy Keen Frosting 220

Peachy Keen Glaze for Bundt Cakes 222

Sun Moon Cookies 246

Too Easy Hotdish 266

Cottage Cheese Cookies 284

Watermelon Cookies 297

Good Doggy Cake 330





Baking Conversion Chart


These conversions are approximate, but they’ll work just fine for Hannah Swensen’s recipes.

VOLUME:

U.S. Metric

? teaspoon 2 milliliters

1 teaspoon 5 milliliters

1 tablespoon 15 milliliters

? cup 50 milliliters

? cup 75 milliliters

? cup 125 milliliters

? cup 175 milliliters

1 cup ? liter

WEIGHT:

U.S. Metric

1 ounce 28 grams

1 pound 454 grams

OVEN TEMPERATURE:

Degrees Fahrenheit Degrees Centigrade British (Regulo)Gas Mark

325 degrees F. 165 degrees C. 3

350 degrees F. 175 degrees C. 4

375 degrees F. 190 degrees C. 5

Note: Hannah’s rectangular sheet cake pan, 9 inches by 13 inches, is approximately 23 centimeters by 32.5 centimeters.

These days, everyone in Lake Eden, Minnesota isbuzzing with activity, and Hannah Swensen is noexception. But no matter how busy she may be,

Hannah can always find time to help a friend in need—especially when he’s been murdered …



Hannah Swensen has to admit that her life is pretty sweet. Things are going well in the romance department, and her bakery’s delectable confections are selling almost as fast as she can bake them. Even her good friend Claire is on Cloud Nine, head over heels with her new husband, Reverend Bob Knudson. If only they could find time to take their honeymoon!

When Bob’s childhood friend, Matthew Walters, comes to town, it seems like divine intervention. Matthew, like Bob, is a Lutheran minister with a stubborn sweet tooth. Since he’s on sabbatical, Matthew is happy to fill in for Bob while he and Claire take that long-awaited honeymoon. It sounds like the perfect plan—until Hannah finds Matthew in the rectory, face-down in a plate of Devil’s Food Cake, a single bullet in his head.

Determined to find out who killed Matthew, Hannah starts asking questions—and discovers that the good reverend wasn’t quite the saintly fellow he appeared to be. But could the gold Sacagawea coins in Sunday’s collection plate hold the key to solving the crime? Or is the murder connected to that big jewel heist out in Minneapolis? Is it possible that Matthew’s love of chocolate somehow led to his downfall? It will take some more digging to find out, but Hannah is sure of one thing: even the most half-baked murder plot can be oh so deadly …

Please turn the page for an exciting sneak peek of

Joanne Fluke’s next Hannah Swensen mystery

DEVIL’S FOOD CAKE MURDER

coming in March 2011!





Chapter One


There was absolutely nothing scary about a church in the morning. Hannah stepped onto the walkway that led from the parsonage to the side door of the church and squared her shoulders. But if there was nothing scary about the Lake Eden Holy Redeemer Lutheran Church, why was her heart racing a zillion beats a minute?

When Hannah had arrived at the parsonage only moments before, armed with a box containing four dozen Molasses Crackle Cookies for Grandma Knudson’s Bible study group, Grandma had asked Hannah for a favor. Of course Hannah had agreed. And the favor was quite simple. All Grandma wanted her to do was to go next door to the church to tell Reverend Matthew, the minister who was subbing for her grandson, that lunch was ready and he should come to the parsonage kitchen. Grandma had tried to call him to tell him herself, but Reverend Matthew hadn’t answered the phone in the church office.

Hannah avoided an icy patch on the walkway and shoved her hands into the pockets of her parka. It was a bright, sunny, winter day and as she neared the side door of church, she told herself that there were plenty of plausible reasons why Reverend Matthew hadn’t answered the phone. He could have been in another part of the church and hadn’t heard it ring. It was also possible that Grandma had mis-dialed, or another half-dozen equally reasonable explanations. Just because he hadn’t responded was no reason to suspect that there was anything wrong.

On the other hand, there could be something wrong. What if Reverend Matthew had fallen off a ladder while attempting to replace a light bulb in the heavy colored-glass fixtures that hung from the ceiling of the nave? Or how about the tempermental furnace in the church basement? Their regular minister, Reverend Knudson, was an expert at jiggling wires to fix it. What if Reverend Matthew had tried to do the same and electrocuted himself?

Hannah gave a little laugh at her overactive imagination. Chronicling all the mishaps that could have befallen the substitute minister was silly. She arrived at the side door to the church and unlocked it with the key Grandma Knudson had given her. Nothing was wrong. Everything was just fine. Reverend Matthew would greet her when she came in and they’d go back to the parsonage together.

Stale air rolled out to meet her as she pushed the door open and stepped in. It was scented with drying flowers and the faint odor of fuel oil from the furnace. Even though the inside door to the small windowless entry room was open, only feeble light filtered in from the stained glass windows that graced the walls in the body of the church. Hannah felt for the light switch but she couldn’t seem to find one. She debated the wisdom of leaving the outside door open for light and air, but then she remembered the huge heating bills that the church incurred every winter. This was the coldest February on record, and her eyes would adjust to the dimness.