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  Candy Corruption

  The Cozy Café Mysteries

  C. A. Phipps

  Candy Corruption Copyright © 2020 by C. A. Phipps

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  For my fellow SPAGirls for all their positivity through a very trying time.

  Contents

  Candy Corruption

  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

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Mocha Mayhem

  Apple Pie and Arsenic

  Recipes

  Fudge

  Coconut Ice

  Also by C. A. Phipps

  Books by Cheryl Phipps

  About the Author

  Candy Corruption

  A body!

  The weapon—a car?

  Finger pointing and more questions than there are answers have Scarlett in a spin. With too much work and not enough hands, the last thing she needs is to take time solving this mystery, but she has to help a friend. That’s how the Finch sisters were raised.

  George, their new cat, has a paw firmly on the clues, but it will take more than a lick and a promise to save the day when evil comes to Cozy Hollow.

  The Cozy Café mysteries are light, cozy mysteries featuring a family-focused café owner who discovers she’s a talented amateur sleuth—and a magnet for animals.

  No swearing, gore, or graphic scenes.

  All books in the series:

  Book 1 Sweet Saboteur

  Book 2 Candy Corruption

  Book 3 Mocha Mayhem – coming soon

  Enjoy a FREE sweet treat recipe in every book!

  Chapter One

  Spring suddenly hit small-town Cozy Hollow with a spectacular abundance of color. Exceptionally pretty anyway, this only served to make it more charming.

  Bougainvillea and Wisteria hung on almost every fence, and around doorways. Like vertical rivers of color, all the shops on Main Street had hanging baskets underneath their awnings flowing with sweet pea, verbena, and petunias. They also dangled from the balconies of second stories, brightening up the place as though a rainbow had come to Cozy Hollow and decided to stay.

  It was a good day to be alive, and even the early morning start didn’t dampen Scarlett Finch’s happiness with her world.

  Not even, George, a large tabby, which ran between their legs, almost tripping her several times.

  “Earth to Scarlett.” Violet, her younger sister by two years, nudged Scarlett’s shoulder as they climbed the back stairs.

  “Sorry I was miles away.” Laughing, Scarlett opened the door to the kitchen, shooing George out of the way.

  He came to the café every morning, then scampered off to the library to sit with their youngest sister, Ruby, the new librarian. He’d be there when it was time to go home but had a habit of patrolling the town. No one minded, and George was greeted just as if he were a person.

  “Thinking about what we’ll do with all the money?” Violet pushed by, carrying a basket of fresh fruit and vegetables straight from their back yard several streets away.

  “No…Maybe. Actually, it’s kind of hard not to. I keep telling myself that owning an ancient book doesn’t necessarily mean we’ll be rich, but then I think about what if.”

  Before its theft, the sisters knew nothing about this family heirloom. It was only a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and the sisters’ determination that revealed the culprits and the book was returned to them.

  Since it had belonged to their late father, they considered whether selling it was the right thing to do. In the end, the chance to pay their bills and hire staff proved too much to dismiss.

  Violet laughed loudly. “Wow! I would have put money on you not dwelling on it.”

  “Really? So you and Ruby haven’t been thinking about the outcome?” Scarlett scoffed as she set up the industrial mixer to make bread dough.

  “Are you crazy?” Violet laughed. “Every single day and most of the twenty-four hours of each of those.”

  “I don’t know whether that’s good or bad.” Scarlett grinned. “But at least I’m not the only one.”

  “Luckily we won’t have to wonder for too long. What time are you expecting the appraiser?” Ruby asked.

  Having another job, meant she didn’t always come into the café in the mornings like she used to, but she helped on Monday’s or when they had large orders.

  “He just said this morning.” Scarlett shrugged as she took a package from her bag, squeezing it behind the dry ingredients.

  The act gave her a sense of déjà vu since she’d found the stolen book precisely that way at the diner down the street.

  Since 5am was too early for most people to be out and about, the café was closed, and they began their morning routine with little conversation.

  Scarlett imagined that all of them were still thinking about the future. A future without penny-pinching and the chance for Violet to also find out what her passion was. They all knew it wasn’t baking.

  Before long bread, pies, and cupcakes lined the shelves in the café. Ruby left with George to begin her ‘real’ job, and then the first customers arrived to keep Scarlett and Violet busy.

  “Does it seem as though there are more customers than usual?” Scarlett asked Violet while making a fresh batch of coffee.

  “I was thinking the same thing. You know how it is around here—tell one person a secret, and you may as well have put a banner out.”

  “I daresay that’s why they’re hanging around.” Scarlett wasn’t amused. This was private business and could spell relief or disappointment, depending on the outcome.

  “I hope he comes soon. The suspense is killing me.” Violet sounded as frustrated as Scarlett felt.

  Glancing at the large clock on the opposite wall for what may have been the hundredth time, she decided that the darn hands must be glued in place. “Well, it’s almost 12, so the appraiser shouldn’t be far away. Maybe he’s stuck in traffic or doesn’t know the roads. Although, coming from Portland isn’t the other end of the world.”

  Violet snorted. “The roads are excellent from Portland. I’m sure if he’s as keen as his email sounded, he’ll be here any minute.”

  The front door of the café banged open, and they both twirled to find someone getting almost wedged in the opening.

  The newcomer wasn’t a stranger. Aunt Olivia, their mom’s sister, was the only family they had apart from each other. It was always good to see her.

  Three of the six tables were occupied, and each person tried hard to delay Olivia’s progress. “Any news?” she asked as she made her way to the cabinet of fresh baking after having said a brief hello to everyone.

  “Nothing, yet.” Violet took the coffee pot to refill cups for those who wanted it.

  Scarlett wiped down the already cl
ean counter. “It’s nerve-wracking, all this waiting.”

  “I can imagine.” Olivia tutted. “I feel a little giddy myself. That old book being worth a lot of money is the best news we’ve all had in years. I hope it will give you girls everything you need.”

  Olivia was their champion and had always been in their corner even when things had gotten tough. A mountain of debt wasn’t conducive to happiness, but at least they’d been chipping away at it better lately than they had a few weeks back.

  Scarlett smiled at her aunt. “I’d be ecstatic as long as the bills get paid.”

  Olivia pursed her lips. “Surely it will do more than that, dear?”

  “I have no idea how much it’s worth, and I don’t want to be greedy about it, or build it up in our minds, in case we’re all disappointed.”

  Olivia waggled a finger at her. “You can stop that attitude right now. If you act like you don’t want decent money, then you certainly won’t be offered it.”

  Scarlett tilted her head. Olivia had definite ideas about how the world worked. “Do you really think that’s how it happens?”

  Olivia hesitated. “Well, I admit book values aren’t my area of expertise. But, I’ve had plenty of customers who try to squash my prices in Cozy Crafts to next to nothing.” She leaned in to whisper, “So now I add on a little extra and then discount it. Everyone’s a winner.”

  Scarlett bit back a laugh and poured Olivia’s coffee just how she liked it. Strong enough to float a spoon. Bringing it around the counter, she placed it on the only empty table.

  “You need to harden yourself like Olivia says,” Dale Wilkins stated, not pretending even a little that he wasn’t listening.

  Owner of Cozy Cars, Dale was the only mechanic in town and also ran a small car sales yard. The other customers perked up too when Dale continued.

  “Taking advantage of three young women might seem as easy as taking candy from a baby to some.” He ran his oil-stained fingers through his fair buzzcut. “You tell him what you want from the get-go.”

  Scarlett stiffened. “We’re not meek or weak.”

  “I didn’t mean to imply that.” Dale fidgeted in the chair that he barely fit in. “I’m just saying that’s how a stranger might see you girls.”

  She looked around the café, and the customers nodded as if their heads were on the same piece of string. “I appreciate all of your concern, but we won’t let anyone take advantage of us. I promise.”

  Did she imagine a look of disbelief from most of them? Apparently, Dale wasn’t alone in thinking they were helpless.

  “I’d like to remind you that we did solve a crime just recently.”

  A few more nods, plus some raised eyebrows, had her deciding that their thoughts on that were a mixed bag.

  “It wasn’t easy,” Violet added. “And it was dangerous.”

  Dale slurped his coffee noisily.

  Olivia tutted. “Don’t you stress the girls about this, Dale. Time enough for that when the man arrives.”

  A shadow moved across the large front window, and the door opened. A small man with a round face entered and removed his hat. As he shut the door, he looked around at the faces regarding him.

  “Good morning!” He made a small bow. “Phineas Jacobs, at your service. Where might I find Ms. Scarlett Finch?”

  Scarlett stepped forward and held out her hand. “That would be me, Mr. Jacobs. Thank you for coming to see us.”

  “Please, call me Phin. I’m delighted to be in this delightful town and to meet you at last.”

  Phin’s manners were impeccable, and Scarlett crossed her fingers that Violet would behave. This sister had a tendency to come out with things in a way that could appear rude. She heard the back door open and close.

  “This is my sister Violet. And here’s our other sister, Ruby.”

  Ruby, small, fair, and dainty like their mother had been, came through from the kitchen a little short of breath. “Sorry I’m late. I had to ask a few people to leave the library so I could close up for the meeting.”

  Scarlett had no time to wonder who had alerted Ruby.

  “You’re a librarian?” Phin exclaimed. “That would be my next favorite job after finding rare books.”

  Ruby grinned. “Your job sounds far more intriguing.”

  “Trust me—it is.” He winked. “Ah, the stories I could tell.”

  Everybody in the room was invested in the conversation, but Scarlett wanted answers that were for her and her sisters alone, and she’d been waiting a long time for them. “Please come out the back. Would you like coffee? Perhaps something to eat?”

  He allowed her to usher him through the opening. “Just coffee for now, although I am impressed by the baking I can see and smell. Do you make everything yourself?”

  Scarlett poured his coffee. “Violet and I do most of the baking, and Ruby often helps, especially if we have catering jobs.”

  “A real family business, then. How wonderful.” He took a sip of his coffee and sighed. “It was a long drive, and this is the first decent coffee I’ve had since Portland.”

  Scarlett smiled, waiting for Violet to return from making sure their customers were taken care of.

  Olivia came to the doorway and raised an eyebrow. They had no secrets, so Scarlett beckoned her in. Not since Olivia explained about the book and apologized for not telling them that it even existed. It was an odd turn of events but definitely water under the bridge now.

  Phin stood and waited to be introduced before offering Olivia his seat and sitting next to her.

  As soon as she arrived, Violet launched in with the question that all of them were thinking, and no one else was willing to articulate.

  “So, any idea how much our book is worth?”

  “Violet!” Ruby and Scarlett exclaimed.

  “Oh, please.” Phin held up a hand. “I’d rather we’re all upfront. I really do understand that this is a big deal for your family. Here’s the thing in a nutshell—everything depends on whether the book is authentic or not. As I explained, discussing it in an email is not the best way to gauge anything, even with the picture you sent.”

  He took a few gulps of his coffee and turned his attention to Violet. “How about I take a look at it and not waste any more of your time?”

  Phin spoke purposefully, yet gently, and that seemed to work. Without another comment, Violet nodded and took the seat on his left. Scarlett headed to the far corner of the room where they stored the dry ingredients. Hefting the large barrel of flour forward, she pulled out the parcel and brought it back to the table.

  Laying it gently in front of Phin, she tamped down a moment of anguish, before sitting opposite the others and next to Ruby.

  Phin’s eyes lit up as if he’d received a wonderful present. Before reverently opening the bag, Phin pulled from his jacket pocket a pair of white cotton gloves and slipped them on. Then he carefully pulled out the contents. Handling the old brown and unattractive book gently, he ran his fingers lightly over the cover before opening it.

  The sisters edged closer, breaths held, their eyes on the stranger’s face as he literally held a potentially life-changing story in his hands.

  Phin licked his lips. “This is definitely a collection of work from the famous Latin poet Caelius Aquila. The original was lost close to a hundred and fifty years ago. I’ll need to do some testing on the paper to see if it fits in that time frame.”

  Violet reached a hand to the book but didn’t touch it. “So it looks real to you?”

  He looked up slowly. “Let’s just say, I can’t rule it out. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but it’s not all bad. Even if it’s a copy, it will be worth something”

  “So, what happens now?” Scarlett asked.

  “If you’d allow me, I’ll take it back to Portland, so I can do those tests I spoke of.”

  Ruby gasped. “Take it away from Cozy Hollow?”

  He nodded. “It will be completely safe with me.”

  “How ca
n you promise that?” Violet frowned.

  “I have a suitcase which I clip to my arm, made for this purpose.”

  Violet threw her arms in the air. “But you’re. . .”

  He raised an eyebrow, looking thoroughly amused. “Small? Weak looking? Harmless? These things are all a bonus when a would-be thief decides to attack me.”

  Ruby gasped again. “That’s actually happened to you?”

  “Unfortunately, it has.” His dark blue eyes twinkled. “But no real harm’s done. I assure you that I can look after myself.”

  “Good to know, but it’s the book being looked after that worries me most.”

  “Violet!” Scarlett warned.

  Olivia tutted, but Violet wouldn’t back down.

  “Look, I know that sounds rude, but if the book is stolen again, we’ll probably never get another chance to clear our debts. I’ll go with you and make sure it stays safe.”

  Phin looked amused and not annoyed by the suggestion.

  Scarlett put her hand on Violet’s arm. “I understand how you feel, but if anyone’s going, it should be me.”

  Violet shook her handoff. “What could you do that I couldn’t, and more importantly, why you?”

  “I don’t know, but it just seems right.”

  Violet shook her head. “You can’t go. The café needs you, and I don’t want to be left baking on my own now that Ruby’s no longer working here. I’m simply not as good at this café business as you.”