Creamsicle Murder: A Frosted Love Cozy Mystery - Book 11 (Frosted Love Cozy Mysteries) Read Online Free Page A

open and kept no secrets from
each other. “Chas, I would never…of course not, I…no!” she insisted, eyes
welling with tears. “I can’t believe you’d even ask me that. You’re the only
man I’m interested in. I’d never do that to you,” she protested, angry that he
believed the lies that Ivana quite obviously had told him.
    “I
wasn’t insinuating anything, Missy,” he replied tiredly. “I just wanted to know
if you had brought your friend a cupcake, that’s all.”
    Missy
sat up straight in her seat as Chas drove toward town. “Wait, Chas! I just
thought of something…” she said, excitedly. “What flavor was the cupcake?” she
asked, knowing that, as thorough as Chas was in his investigations, it was a
question he’d have thought to ask.
    “German
Chocolate Cherry, why?”
    “I
knew it! I didn’t make German Chocolate Cherry for the crew yesterday, but I
did make one for Ivana. If there was a half-eaten cupcake in Ian’s room, the
only person who could’ve put it there would be Ivana,” she explained
triumphantly.
    “What
motivation would she have for putting a half-eaten cupcake in his bedroom?” the
detective asked, skeptical.
    “Oh,
gee…uh, I don’t know. How about maybe because she hates me, or she’s just
trying to frame me for her lover’s murder because I’m showing the world that
it’s possible for men and women to be friends without the relationship turning
into anything more,” Missy spat like an angry kitten, her grey eyes flashing.
    “You
do realize that the fact that you were his friend, and that you would have had
easy access to a cupcake that was identical to the one that you gave Ivana,
makes her story sound at least a little bit plausible, right?” he asked,
glancing at her as he drove.
    “Chas
Beckett!” she exclaimed, furious. “You don’t seriously think that I tried to
seduce Ian Carson with a cupcake, do you???”
    “Of
course not,” he grimaced. “All I’m saying is that apparently Ivana has been
spreading that rumor all over the place, and it will have to be addressed
before I can move forward with the investigation.”

Chapter 7
    After
having literally accused Missy of murder, Ivana Cherie still insisted that she
deliver three cupcakes a day, even though filming had been suspended until the
script could be modified to accommodate the untimely demise of one of the main
characters. When Lola, Ivana’s assistant, had informed Missy that the diva
still demanded her cupcakes, she flatly refused until the assistant, with great
humiliation and remorse told her that Ivana wouldn’t hesitate to sue for breach
of contract if she didn’t get her cupcakes.
    “I’m
damned if I do and damned if I don’t,” Missy shook her head, venting to Cheryl
in the kitchen of Missy’s Muffins and More.
    “I
wonder if all Hollywood types are this terrible,” the young manager said,
crushed with disillusionment.
    “Ian
wasn’t,” Missy replied sadly. Cheryl patted her boss on the back as she left
the kitchen.
    Missy
packed up the three unique cupcakes that she was contractually bound to
deliver, unwilling to compromise on quality, despite the nasty disposition of
her customer. She and Cheryl had made three lovely creations this morning, a
Magnificent Mango, a Rainbow Delight, and a Lemon Meringue. Putting them in
their coordinating boxes, she wondered how long she’d have to serve this
nightmare of a human being. Sighing and accepting her fate, she headed for the
set. Police activity had died down to the point where people were beginning to
resume practicing lines, building sets and double-checking props, so Missy was
able to enter and exit as she pleased with her VIP badge.
    Lola
answered the door, accepting the cupcakes gratefully on behalf of her employer,
and Missy decided to walk around a bit, even though it wasn’t the same without
Ian’s quick wit and catty remarks to keep her entertained. Heading toward the
lunch tent, she heard the unmistakable