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  Murder Sweetly Served

  Cocoa Narel Chocolate Shop Mysteries Book 3

  Morgana Best

  Murder Sweetly Served

  Cocoa Narel Chocolate Shop Mysteries, Book 3

  Copyright © 2017 by Morgana Best

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  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The personal names have been invented by the author, and any likeness to the name of any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  This book might contain references to specific commercial products, process or service by trade name, trademark, manufacturer, or otherwise, specific brand-name products and/or trade names of products, which are trademarks or registered trademarks and/or trade names, and these are property of their respective owners. Morgana Best or her associates have no association with any specific commercial products, process, or service by trade name, trademark, manufacturer, or otherwise, specific brand-name products and / or trade names of products.

  By this act

  And words of rhyme

  Trouble not

  These books of mine

  With these words I now thee render

  Candle burn and bad return

  3 times stronger to its sender.

  (Ancient Celtic)

  Contents

  Glossary

  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

  Connect with Morgana

  Next Book In This Series

  Also by Morgana Best

  Glossary

  About Morgana Best

  Glossary

  NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  I have used Australian spelling in this series, so for example, Mum instead of the US spelling Mom, neighbour instead of the US spelling neighbor, realise instead of the US spelling realise. It is Ms, Mr and Mrs in Australia, not Ms., Mr. and Mrs.; cosy and not cozy; 1930s not 1930’s; offence not offense; centre not center; towards not toward; jewellery not jewelry; favour not favor; mould not mold; two storey house not two story house; practise (verb) not practice (verb); odour not odor; smelt not smelled; travelling not traveling; liquorice not licorice; lent not leaned; have concussion not have a concussion; anti clockwise not counterclockwise; go to hospital not go to the hospital; sceptic not skeptic; aluminium not aluminum; learnt not learned. These are just some of the differences.

  Please note that these are not mistakes or typos, but correct Aussie spelling and terms.

  AUSTRALIAN SLANG AND TERMS

  Big Smoke - a city

  Blighter - infuriating or good-for-nothing person

  Blimey - an expression of surprise

  Blue - an argument

  Bluestone - copper sulphate (copper sulfate in US spelling)

  Bluo - a blue laundry additive, an optical brightener

  Bogan - someone considered to be rough, low-life, “trailer-trash”

  Boot (car) - trunk (car)

  Bonnet (car) - hood (car)

  Bunging it on - faking something, pretending

  Cark it - die

  Come good - turn out okay

  Copper, cop - police officer

  Coot - silly or annoying person

  Crikey! - an expression of surprise

  Drongo - an idiot

  Fair crack of the whip - a request to be fair, reasonable, just

  Flat out like a lizard drinking water - very busy

  Galah - an idiot

  Garbage - trash

  G’day - Hello

  Give a lift (to someone) - give a ride (to someone)

  Goosebumps - goose pimples

  Laundry (referring to the room) - laundry room

  Like a stunned mullet - very surprised

  Mad as a cut snake - either insane or very angry

  Miles - while Australians have kilometres these days, it is common to use expressions such as, “The road stretched for miles,” “It was miles away.”

  Mow (grass / lawn) - cut (grass / lawn)

  Swag - a (temporary) bedroll

  Stone the crows! - an expression of surprise

  Takeaway (food) - Take Out (food)

  Torch - flashlight

  Tuck in (to food) - to eat food hungrily

  Ute /Utility - pickup truck

  Vegemite - Australian food spread, thick, dark brown

  Wardrobe - closet

  Indigenous References

  Bush tucker - food that occurs in the Australian bush

  Koori - the original inhabitants/traditional custodians of the land of Australia in the part of NSW in which this book is set. Murri are the people just to the north. White European culture often uses the term, Aboriginal people.

  Chapter 1

  “But Carl, it’s not my birthday.”

  Carl leant across to me and put his finger to his lips. “Shush, he’ll hear you. Besides, I know it’s not your birthday. It’s just a figure of speech.”

  I peeped around the kitchen door, but the man was not yet harmed. That in itself was a plus. I turned back to Carl. “I’m not sure I get your meaning.”

  Carl smirked at me. “I mean, when I said birthday present, I just wanted to give you a gift.”

  I held up my hands in exasperation. “But Catman?”

  Carl made a snort of disgust. “His name isn’t Catman, Narel! His name is The Purr-suader. Peter Patterson is a Cat Whisperer, a very famous Cat Whisperer. He’s a five times USA Today Times bestselling author and he has that documentary series, The Purr-suader World.”

  “Yes, he told me at least five times.” I peeped around the door once more. “Are you sure he won’t sue us, after, well you know…” My voice trailed away.

  Carl gave me a playful slap on the arm. “Narel, have some confidence in the man. Haven’t you seen his show?” Without waiting for me to answer, he pushed on. “If anyone can solve Mongrel’s aggression problems, he can.”

  “But the guy just turned up on my doorstep last week. Do famous Cat Whisperers go door to door, and in small country towns at that?”

  Carl frowned. “This one obviously does! And if I hadn’t been here at the time, you would’ve turned him away. The Purr-suader will turn Mongrel into a sociable, well-behaved cat in no time at all.”

  I thought it was too good to be true, but I also thought I should attempt a positive attitude. “Okay then. Should we offer him lunch first?” I opened my second fridge, the one where I kept the commercial chocolates, and looked inside, but I heard a deep male voice behind me, and spun around.

  “Mongrel and I have made firm friends already,” Peter The Purr-suader announced in a calm, assertive manner.

  I eyed the man warily. Weren’t people supposed to look like their pets? He didn’t look anything like a ca
t—a goat, maybe. He had a short beard that was desperately in need of a beard trimmer, and his wild mane of grey-blond hair stuck out at all angles. His jeans were bright green, a fact I found rather strange, and his shirt was lime green. All in all, it was not a good look, unless you were a leprechaun. “But Mongrel hasn’t come out of his carrier basket yet,” I said, bewildered.

  “I don’t encourage cats to leave their baskets before they’re ready,” he explained in an overly condescending tone, “and please keep your tone low and calm. Mongrel and I have made eye contact, and he now knows that I’m the Cat Leader. I can assure you that cat aggression problems are an even more common issue than litterbox problems. Now, there is no such thing as a born aggressive cat—it’s always the human who has caused the aggression in the cat.” He fixed me with an accusing glare.

  “I got him like that,” I said defensively.

  “They all say that.” He snorted rudely, but then smiled a thin-lipped smile. “May I ask why you have a refrigerator full of chocolates?”

  I didn’t know what that had to do with anything, but answered nonetheless. “I own the Cocoa Narel Chocolate Shop, and tonight I’m providing special chocolates for an office retirement party.”

  Peter clapped his hands in delight. “May I see?”

  I opened the fridge door again. “Those are chocolate red Porsches, to match the client’s car,” I said, pointing to the contents, “and those are little chocolate road bikes. I’ve also done a variety of other chocolates, such as football shoes and boots, and animals, like the chocolate koalas, kangaroos, crocodiles, and snakes.” I gestured expansively, and then took out a little box. I placed it on the table and then shut the fridge door.

  “Look, but don’t touch,” I cautioned him. “These are a special request for the client. These are…”

  He interrupted me. “Toadstools.”

  I held up the box so he could get a better look. “Fly agaric, to be precise. The toadstools of fairytales, red with white spots. The bases are meringue, and the tops are chocolate and marzipan. I handmade all these.”

  “All of them?” Peter looked impressed.

  “Yes.”

  “And the mushrooms are just for the client?”

  I nodded. “Yes, they’re a special gift. The other chocolates are for all the guests.”

  Peter appeared to have lost interest. “I have some wonderful flower essential oil essences out there that will help Mongrel become calm.”

  I placed the chocolates back in the fridge, and Carl and I followed Peter back into the living room. Carl headed straight for an open box of little bottles on the coffee table. He at once had his hands in the box and selected a bottle. He opened it and dabbed some behind his ears. “Ylang Ylang, one of my favourites!”

  The Purr-suader selected another bottle. “Lavender is often a suitable calming cat essential oil, but I’ll offer Mongrel a selection.”

  I clutched Carl in fear as Peter approached Mongrel’s open basket. He held a bottle of essential oil at the door of the basket, and to my surprise, Mongrel stuck his head out and sniffed it. “Wow, that’s amazing!” I exclaimed. “I thought Mongrel would attack you.”

  Peter turned to me. “I know what I’m doing, my dear. I’m an expert, after all. It’s usual for a cat to hunt and kill. That’s simply normal predatory aggression. It becomes a problem when people play rough with their cats, because this type of behaviour is then encouraged.”

  “Trust me, I didn’t play rough with Mongrel,” I said.

  Peter narrowed his eyes. “That is beside the point. From what you have told me, Mongrel’s behaviour is either redirected aggression or fear-induced aggression. It seems clear he has a bad association with rope.”

  “Yes, Carl bought him from an animal shelter for me. The shelter people said that the farmer treated him cruelly and used to tie him up with rope. Now he goes crazy whenever he sees rope. Isn’t that right, Carl?”

  Carl nodded furiously.

  I would have said more, but Peter held up his hand to stop me speaking. “No matter, that’s all in the past. Animals don’t retain memories in the same way that people do. I’ll offer Mongrel some more essential oils, and when I find the one he likes, I will dab some on the outside of his basket. When he’s suitably calm, I will start extinction therapy.”

  I certainly didn’t share his view that animals didn’t remember in the same way in which humans did, but now I was really worried. “Extinction therapy?” I squeaked. “Isn’t that like where you put someone who is terrified of spiders in a room with hundreds of spiders?” I clutched myself and shuddered.

  Peter frowned. “Nothing quite so dramatic. I will start in a very small way. As Mongrel doesn’t like ropes, I need to make seeing a rope a pleasant experience for him. For example, I’ll talk in soothing tones and put the essential oil on his basket. Then I will place a small piece of rope in a bowl of cat food, and that will be enough for the first day.”

  I wasn’t so sure.

  Peter was still talking. “My aim is to get Mongrel to associate ropes with a pleasant experience, rather than the fears of his past.”

  “It sounds good in theory, I suppose,” I said, and would have said more, but Peter was already busily dabbing essential oil on Mongrel’s basket. Mongrel still hadn’t left his basket, which showed me that he wasn’t too sure of Peter, but then again, he wasn’t usually good with strangers.

  “Narel, would you get some of Mongrel’s cat food?”

  I did as I was asked, and soon returned with Mongrel’s favourite dry cat food. Peter poured some into a little dish and then put a tiny piece of rope in the dish. I eyed it warily, but then decided it was too small to make Mongrel react. Nevertheless, Carl and I backed away to a corner of the room.

  Peter looked at me. “May I fetch myself a glass of water first, to calm my aura?”

  I nodded. “Sure. I’ll just get it for you.”

  “I’ll do it.” Peter disappeared into the kitchen.

  When he returned, apparently hydrated, he placed the bowl in front of Mongrel’s basket just far enough away that Mongrel had to leave his basket to get the food. At first, the basket shook violently, and then Mongrel ran out. He devoured every morsel of dry food greedily, turned around, and ran back into his basket, all in double quick time. I was relieved that he hadn’t seemed to notice, or even eaten, the tiny piece of rope, so I was surprised that Peter had gone white.

  “What’s wrong, Peter?” I asked him. “I thought that went rather well, didn’t it?”

  Carl agreed.

  “Err, um, I’ve never seen a cat like that before,” Peter said. “What happened to his ear?”

  I shrugged. “No idea. He came like that, with one ear crooked and bent over.”

  Peter was still trembling. “He moves fast, doesn’t he! He seems a little, um, more aggressive than I thought.”

  “But we explained how aggressive he was the other day,” Carl said, sounding rather put out.

  Peter made a gesture of dismissal. “I thought you were exaggerating. People always exaggerate when they explain their cat’s behaviour.”

  Carl and I exchanged glances. “Well, I can understand if you don’t want to work with Mongrel anymore,” I said.

  Carl glowered at me. “But it’s my gift to you, Narel.”

  Peter placed the bottles of essential oils in his basket. “It’s fine; it’s fine. There’s no cat I can’t handle. See, he didn’t even react to the rope. I’ll need to start this extinction therapy with a slightly bigger piece of rope.”

  “If you’re sure that’s a good idea,” I said. “You saw what he was like just then, and that’s him in a good mood.”

  “Look, I’m The Purr-suader,” Peter said firmly, fixing me with a withering look. “I’m the expert here.” Before Carl or I could stop him, he reached into his box and pulled out a small piece of rope.

  After the ambulance had collected Peter, Carl and I sat down over a cup of hot chocolate and some strawberry s
oft-centred chocolates to recover from our ordeal.

  I set down my cup. “That was probably what saved him—the fact that it was a tiny length of rope.”

  Carl shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry it didn’t turn out to be such a good gift, after all.”

  I shrugged. “It was a lovely thought, and Mongrel looks happy.”

  Mongrel was watching us, sitting on the chair at the end of the kitchen table, his two ginger paws resting on the table. I didn’t particularly want cat paws on the table, but I certainly wasn’t brave enough to object.

  “I’m sure he’s improving,” Carl said, although not very convincingly. He let out a long sigh. “Do you need me to help you get ready for the office retirement party tonight?”

  I shook my head. “Everything’s under control, but thanks for the offer. I’m a bit shaken though, to be honest, after what happened to The Purr-suader. I don’t know how I’m going to pull myself together and serve all the chocolates tonight.”

  Carl swallowed a chocolate before answering. “It will be a piece of cake. After all, I’ll be there to help you, and the day could hardly get any worse, now could it?”

  Chapter 2

  “This is a little too fancy,” Carl said.

  I eyed him suspiciously. I thought he was being overly sarcastic, but then again, you never knew with Carl. “You’re joking, right?”

  Carl snorted with disgust. “Of course I am. Still, I like the scented candles.”

  I surveyed the large room before me. It was cold, grey, and clinical, with bright fluorescent lights. All in all, it was a typical office room, in this case, a conference room converted to a party room. Someone had attempted to add a party atmosphere by placing balloons and scented candles around the room, and even some lucky bamboo, although I wasn’t sure of the reason for that. Soft music played in the background, but all in all, nothing could change the fact that it was a conference room, and so the scented candles stood out as incongruous.