BOSTON SCREAM MURDER

Spooky delights don’t discourage a murderer in small-town Wisconsin.

Black cats and scary pumpkins are just some of the confections Emily Westhill is cooking up this year at Deputy Donut, the shop she owns with her father-in-law, Tom. But Richmond P. Royalson the Third turns up his New England nose at these Midwestern pastries. The only one he’ll order is the Boston Scream doughnut, although he insists on calling it by its proper name: Boston cream. Still, the doughnut is obviously the high point of his blind date with Cheryl, a member of the Knitpickers, a knitting club for seniors. After ordering three dozen Boston Screams for his birthday party over the weekend, Rich leaves Emily’s shop, returning later that afternoon with a younger, snazzier gal for another date at Deputy Donut. Terri Estable, his new squeeze, is actually an old flame, and it looks like she and Rich may have hit the jackpot. She’s clearly been helping Rich set up for the party when Emily and her assistant, Nina, deliver the doughnuts to his mansion on Lake Fleekom, although when they arrive she’s out canoeing. Which is lucky for her, since the two bakers discover Rich’s body, conked to death with an oversized skillet. The murder brings detective Brent Fyne to the scene, stirring up all of Emily’s mixed feelings toward her late husband’s partner. She really doesn’t need to investigate the murder of a man she just met, but between Brent, the moonlight on the lake, the lure of solo kayaking, and her own natural curiosity, Emily just can’t seem to stick behind her stove.

Typical cozy fare with a dollop of moonlight mist.