A Burned Out Baker: Classic Diner Mystery #7 (The Classic Diner Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
my mother asked me the next morning as I unlocked the front door of The Charming Moose. It was five thirty AM, too early for any reasonable person to be at work, and yet here we were. The cold air had a bite to it, and I knew that the sun wouldn’t be up for hours yet to warm it up any. I loved the chillier months, but sometimes the combination of cold and darkness got to me. Those folks who lived farther north of me had my sympathy indeed. “Someone’s probably just burning a fire in their woodstove,” I said absently. “That’s not smoke from wood alone,” Mom said somberly. I forgot about the key and took in another whiff of the air. She was right. This was something more than the simple notes of wood being consumed. There were other odors mixed in as well, and I suddenly knew where I’d sampled that smell before. “Somebody’s house is on fire,” I said just as the first siren filled the dark morning air. That’s when I saw the first flames leap up into the sky. It was close to the diner, too, much closer than I liked.
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