Spicy Lasagna Murder: Book 13 in The Darling Deli Series Read Online Free PDF

had.
    “What do you know?” she asked.
    “Well, two other people confirmed that there was another person in the barn with you. No one got a good look at whoever it was, but eyewitnesses said they saw a hooded figure running out of the barn shortly after you went in.”
    Moira frowned. This sounded suspicious.
    “The fire marshal told the press that he’s considering the barn fire to be arson, but he hasn’t come out yet with whatever evidence they’ve gathered,” he continued. “So chances are, the other person you saw in the barn set the fire.”
    “Whoever that was killed two people,” she said, shivering. “Do you think the murders were intentional or accidental?”
    “There’s no way of knowing yet. There are a few different theories about what happened. My guess is yes, at least one of the murders was intentional. It’s just too much of a coincidence otherwise. But there’s always the possibility that the arsonist never intended anyone to die. Everyone I’ve spoken to confirms that the two men—Mr. Samwell and Mr. Franks—didn’t get along very well. It’s possible that the third person wasn’t involved at all, and this was just a feud gone wrong between the two of them.”
    “Either way,” Moira said, “I hope the police get to the bottom of it soon. Mr. Samwell’s wife probably wants closure, and I know I do, too. Just a few minutes longer in that barn, and I could have been the third victim.”
     

CHAPTER SIX
    Being back at work was a relief. There was nothing better to distract her from the pains of her healing body than cooking and whispering to her customers. Despite her bright mood, however, Darrin kept giving her worried glances, as if he was afraid she would collapse at any minute. She knew that the persistent cough that she had developed wasn’t helping matters any, but there was nothing she could do about it. The doctor had told her it would likely resolve itself in a few weeks, and with the prescribed cocktail of antibiotics and painkillers, she was reluctant to add cough medicine as a chaser.
    “Mrs. Brown called,” Darrin told her once she was settled on the stool behind the register. “She wanted to know if you’re still going to be able to cater her husband’s retirement party. She also said to give you her best wishes, and that she hopes you recover quickly.”
    “You can tell her that as far as I’m concerned, the plans that we discussed haven’t changed,” Moira assured him. “A broken arm has never stopped me. And tell her thanks for the sentiment. I’d call her myself, but talking still isn’t the most comfortable thing for me; my voice is still so hoarse.”
    “I’ll give her a call,” he promised.
    “Great. I guess I should get to work on the soup. It might take me a while like this.”
    “Are you sure you don’t want me to—”
    “I can manage, Darrin,” she said. “I’ve been cooking for years. I’m relatively certain I can do it one-handed if I need to.”
    He frowned, but didn’t say anything, which Moira was glad for. She didn’t want to admit it, but she did have her doubts. Would she be able to safely chop and slice using only one hand? Three days out, she felt much better than she had her first day home from the hospital, but she still needed practice to get used to her new limitations.
    Peering into the fridge, trying to decide what the easiest thing to make would be, she was relieved to see ground lamb. She had been planning to make the Italian wedding soup tomorrow, but she could make the Italian soup with one hand much more easily than she could the heartier beef and vegetable stew that she had planned for. All she would have to do would be to chop up some greens and onions, mix the ground lamb with egg, cheese, and some garlic, and make the broth. This shouldn’t be too difficult, she thought.
    She was wrong. Attempting to slice parsley and endives with only one hand resulted in uneven pieces and torn leaves. She knew her customers