Free One Cup Of Flour Two Cups Of Murder (Winnona Peaks Mysteries Book 2) by Emily Page Page B

doing the same thing when he was about to open his coffee shop.
     
    “What are we looking for?” Christy asked.
     
    “I don’t know.  So far, I’m just the chauffeur on this little adventure.” Gregory said.
     
    “Well, what would a cop do in this situation?”
     
    “A cop wouldn’t be in this situation.  We’d have a little thing like evidence that we would confront her with and then see what she would do next.”
     
    “Fine,” Christy said, getting out of the car and storming up to the front of the store.  Gregory had to hurry to catch up.  This was getting exhausting.  
     
    When she heard knocking on the front door, Fiona was pleasantly startled that someone noticed her store so she ran to look at whom it might be.  Seeing Gregory tag along behind Christy she frowned with confusion.  Cautiously opening her front door, she asked, “Didn’t I just come from your coffee shop?  I’m not open right now.”
     
    Gregory smiled wide and stepped in front of Christy to cover.  “You did!  I just remembered that I forgot to congratulate you on getting into the championship round!”  Fiona smiled wide at him and opened the door all the way to let them in.
     
    “Oh, sorry about the mess.  This is the only time I can work on the bakery because Cornelia is working here in the daytime. From 9:00 pm-midnight she says that’s the only time I can do construction.”
     
    “Well that’s harsh.  Why isn’t your business name in that window?”  Gregory asked.
     
    “Oh, well she won’t let me put my business name on the walls.”  Fiona looked at the ground and made a slight sweeping motion.
     
    “Well, that’s great wainscoting over there on the wall.  Is that original?” Gregory asked.
     
    “Well that part is, but I paid to have that part restored right over there.”   Fiona said, sheepishly as she pointed around the bakery.
     
    “You paid?  Why not Cornelia?  She’s the landlord.  That’s her job.  She should at least trade you out some of the rent for the month.” Gregory said.
     
    “Oh, no.  I pay for everything.  That’s how she wrote up the paperwork.  That’s why I need the prize money so much.  I’ve already used my retirement money for all the improvements and rent and now I need to figure out how to make a profit.”
     
    “Oh, Honey. That’s not how a business works.” Christy said, suddenly calm, and seeing that Fiona barely had her head above water.
     
    “Well, I’m kind of new and trying to figure it out.”  Fiona said, feeling the weight of their pity.  “Here!  You need a free pie!”  She whipped around and reached for an apple pie out of one of the cases that she had left from the day.  She shoved it at Gregory, coming a bit close in the delivery as she almost tripped over her broom and into his arms. She blinked up him with a smile.
     
    “Drinks At Binks needs pie with their coffee.  Tell you what.  You take this free pie and serve it to your guests.  What’s pie without coffee? Then you can order pies from me for a week and see how it goes.  Maybe we could be partners?” Fiona’s hand lingered on Gregory’s as he was forced to take the pie.  Gregory tried not to smile.  Christy stepped closer and raised one eyebrow.
     
    “Well at least let me pay you for it.” Gregory said, reaching into his back pocket. 
     
    Fiona really didn’t have a filter and grabbed his wrist right above his back pocket, smiling. 
     
    Gregory took a step back and gently pulled his wrist free.  He glanced at Christy smiling.  She didn’t think it was as funny as he did.  “All right. Well, thank you.  I’ll consider your offer about being a partner here in town.  It’s hard to own a small business.  We need all the help we can get,” he said with a wink. 
     
    Christy was positive Fiona let out a gasp and she just rolled her eyes.
     
    “Well, I’ve got an early start,” Christy quipped.  “I need to get back home to