DO NOT preheat oven-This dough needs to chill in the refrigerator overnight.

2 cups softened b.u.t.ter*** (4 sticks, 16 ounces, 1 pound) 1 and cups brown sugar (pack it down in the measuring cup) 2 cups white (granulated) sugar 4 large beaten eggs (just whip them up in a gla.s.s with a fork) 1 teaspoon baking soda 2 teaspoons baking powder teaspoon salt 4 teaspoons vanilla extract (that"s 1 Tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon) 2 cups cottage cheese (one-pound container) (I used small curd) 1 cup chopped pecans (you can use walnuts or any other nut, if you prefer) 1 cup cocoa powder (I used Hershey"s) 5 and cups all-purpose flour (don"t sift-just scoop it up with the measuring cup and level it off with a knife) ------ approximately 1 cup powdered (confectioner"s) sugar for rolling dough b.a.l.l.s ***That"s room temperature b.u.t.ter, unless you"re working in an unheated kitchen in Minnesota in the winter.

Hannah"s 1st Note: If you have an electric mixer, use it. This recipe makes about 12 dozen cookies and your arm may get tired. You can also cut the recipe in half if you like.

In a large mixing bowl, mix the b.u.t.ter with the brown sugar and the white sugar. Beat them together until they"re light and fluffy.

Add the eggs and mix until they"re thoroughly incorporated. If you"re using an electric mixer, you don"t have to whip them up in a gla.s.s first. You can just add them one by one, mixing after each egg is added.

Mix in the baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Stir until they"re completely mixed in.

Pour in the vanilla extract. Stir it in thoroughly.

Stir in the cottage cheese. Keep mixing until it"s thoroughly incorporated.

Mix in the chopped pecans. (Marge says you can also add raisins, if you like.) Add the cocoa powder in quarter-cup increments (don"t worry about measuring accurately-just add it in 4 parts). Mix it in after every quarter-cup. Cocoa powder is very difficult to clean up, so don"t add it all at once or it will poof out the sides of your bowl and make a real mess.

Add the flour in half-cup increments. (It can also make a mess if it poofs out the sides of your bowl.) Mix after each addition.

Give the bowl a final stir, cover it with plastic wrap, and stick it in the refrigerator to chill overnight.

When you"re ready to bake: Preheat the oven to 350 F., rack in the middle position.

Spray cookie sheets with Pam or another nonstick cooking spray. You can also use parchment paper if you prefer.

Roll small b.a.l.l.s of dough about one-inch in diameter. Roll the b.a.l.l.s in powdered sugar and place them on the cookie sheets, 12 to a standard-size sheet. Press them down slightly when you position them so that they won"t roll off on the way to the oven.

Hannah"s 2nd Note: When Lisa and I bake these cookies at The Cookie Jar, we use white, granulated sugar for rolling instead of powdered sugar. That way we don"t confuse them with our Black And White Cookies.

Bake the Cottage Cheese Cookies at 350 degrees F. for 10 minutes. They"ll spread out all by themselves. Leave them on the cookie sheet for 2 minutes and then remove them to a wire rack to cool completely.

Hannah"s 3rd Note: Put on a pot of coffee while the first pans of Cottage Cheese Cookies are baking. And check the refrigerator to make sure you"ve got plenty of icy cold milk for the kids. Everybody"s going to gobble these up and ask for more.

Yield: 12 dozen (depending on cookie size, of course) yummy and addictive cookies that everyone in the family will enjoy.

Chapter Twenty-Five.

She"d stared at the page of suspects for five minutes now, and nothing new had occurred to her. There were Bradford"s ex-wives, but Mike had eliminated both of them as potential killers. Mayor and Stephanie Bas...o...b..had been cleared, and so had Kyle Williamson. There was Samantha Summerfield, who"d been heard arguing with the victim, but Mike had talked to her driver and then confirmed her alibi. It was possible that Mike might find and interview several students and colleagues at Macalester who weren"t shedding any tears for the murdered professor, but Hannah doubted any of them had driven to Lake Eden to kill him.

Her coffee mug was empty. Hannah got up to refill it and returned to her perusal of the names on her list. Their strongest suspect to date was Tim Pearson. Bradford had claimed Tim"s work as his own and then failed to keep his end of their bargain. Hannah couldn"t blame Tim for putting such a permanent end to their academic relationship. Unfortunately, murder was unpleasant, immoral, and illegal, even in the hallowed halls of higher learning.

With the exception of Tim, there was only one other person on Hannah"s list, the one who appeared on every one of her suspect lists. It was Suspect U, the unidentified suspect who"d murdered the victim for an unknown motive.

Hannah was sitting there, staring down at the two suspects she"d hadn"t crossed out when Lisa came in from the coffee shop.

"Marguerite Hollenbeck"s here to see you," she announced. "She says she has cookies for you."

Hannah was always glad to see one of her neighbors from the condo complex, but this was a neighbor bearing cookies. Wasn"t that a little like taking coals to Newcastle, or to put it in more modern parlance, bringing a picnic to a restaurant?

"Shall I send her back to see you?" Lisa asked.

"Yes, please."

"Good. I can hardly wait to hear about her cookies."

Hannah was still trying to come up with the best simile when Marguerite came into the kitchen. "Hi, Marguerite. Lisa said you brought cookies for me?"

"Yes. You probably think it"s like bringing a Holy Bible to a minister, but these are special cookies."

Marguerite had out-similied her with her church reference. Hannah fetched them both coffee from the kitchen pot, and they sat down at the workstation. Marguerite was smiling and Hannah knew precisely how her mother would describe it in Regency terms. It was the smile of the cat that had got into the cream pot. "What makes them special?" Hannah asked the question that Marguerite was obviously waiting to hear.

"They"re Watermelon Cookies."

"What?!"

"They"re Watermelon Cookies. Remember that night in our garage when you were pacing back and forth, trying to come up with a recipe, and I came home from church?"

"I remember," Hannah said, relieved that Marguerite had never figured out the real reason she"d been in the garage. She"d been meeting with Mike, who"d been pulled off a murder case, to listen to his advice on solving the crime. If they"d been caught, Mike would have been severely reprimanded. Hannah had used the first excuse she could think of when Marguerite had heard her talking to someone. Instead of admitting she"d been talking to Mike, she"d said she was talking to herself, trying to work out a recipe for watermelon cookies.

"I mentioned that to my friend, Brandi Archer, when she called me from Chicago. I said I told you I didn"t think watermelon cookies would be very good anyway, and she said she had a recipe for watermelon cookies and they were delicious. Of course I asked for the recipe. It came in the mail yesterday, and I baked them this morning for you."

"That"s really sweet of you," Hannah said, vowing never to admit that her story had been a complete fabrication. "Are they good?"

"I think they"re excellent. Try one and see what you think."

With that said, Marguerite lifted the lid of the box to expose its contents. Nestled there in wax paper were several dozen pink cookies.

"They"re pretty," Hannah said, and then she reached out for one. Although she agreed with Marguerite"s initial a.s.sessment that watermelon cookies couldn"t possibly be good, her neighbor had gone to all this trouble and she simply had to try one.

Marguerite continued to smile her smile as Hannah bit into the cookie. She waited until Hannah had taken the second bite, and then she said, "What do you think of them?"

"Good!" Hannah said, completely shocked at the layers of flavor she"d just experienced. "Crisp like a sugar cookie, sweet and satisfying, and they taste like sun-ripened watermelon." She stopped and took another bite, swallowed, and asked the important question. "How did you do that?"

"Watermelon Kool-Aid. Brandi said you can make them in any flavor. She"s really fond of lime. Would you like the recipe?"

"I"d love to have the recipe. Are they difficult to make?"

"Not at all. You have to roll them out like Christmas cookies, but that"s not hard. And you have to be careful not to let them brown. Brandi warned me not to overbake them." Marguerite opened her purse and pulled out a recipe card. "I copied the recipe for you. Are you going to bake them here for The Cookie Jar?"

"Does Reverend Knudson stand behind a pulpit?" Hannah asked, making up her own church reference on the spot.

Marge and Patsy were waiting on customers, Lisa was handling the cash register, and Hannah was in the kitchen feeling like a fifth wheel when there was a knock at the back door.

"Hi, Hannah," Mich.e.l.le said when she opened it. "I"d like you to meet a friend of mine, Tim Pearson. Tim and I are dying for coffee."

"You"ve come to the right place." Hannah opened the door a bit wider and motioned them in. She poured them coffee while they took seats at the workstation, and then she asked, "Cookies?"

"I"ve heard about your cookies," Tim said. "I"ve been meaning to get here, but I"ve been so busy, I haven"t had a chance."

"How about something with chocolate?" Mich.e.l.le suggested, and Hannah noticed that Tim"s face lit up in a smile. Another chocoholic. She liked him already.

Hannah turned around to look at the contents of the baker"s rack. "I"ve got Triplet Chiplets."

"Perfect!" Mich.e.l.le turned to Tim. "You"re really going to love these cookies. It"ll give you another reason to celebrate."

Hannah delivered the cookies and picked up Mich.e.l.le"s cue. "What are you celebrating, Tim?"

"My new job as a.s.sistant professor in the English department at Lake Eden Community College. I found out on the way here with Mich.e.l.le. Professor Sidwell called me on my cell phone to tell me that the selection committee had reconsidered and I got the job."

"Good for you!" Hannah said.

"It"s all because Professor Sidwell stuck up for me. You have no idea how depressed I was when he called me on Wednesday afternoon to tell me that I"d lost the job to Tiffany. What he didn"t tell me was that he was going to pull Tiffany"s academic records and reconvene the committee. I think he didn"t want to get my hopes up."

Mich.e.l.le turned to Hannah. "Poor Tim was so upset after Professor Sidwell"s call on Wednesday, he drove to Minneapolis to be with his fiancee. They had dinner with her parents that night and Tim stayed over until the next morning. I talked to Judy on the phone right after Tim called to give her the good news, and she was really excited. She told me that both of them had been really sad on Wednesday night because they thought they"d have to wait to get married."

"I"m really happy everything worked out for you, Tim." Hannah said, catching on to the fact that Mich.e.l.le had checked out Tim"s alibi with Judy.

"Tim starts teaching fall session, and the wedding"s set for the middle of August," Mich.e.l.le told her. "Professor Sidwell"s sure he can find a job for Judy at the college."

"Wonderful!" Hannah said, giving Tim a warm smile as she went to get him two more cookies. She"d known from the get-go he wasn"t the killer. Anyone who finished two chocolate cookies in less than a minute couldn"t possibly be capable of murder.

She was just crossing Tim"s name off her suspect list when her sister barreled through the door separating the kitchen from the coffee shop. "This is it!" she said. "I"m finished!"

Hannah took one look at her usually immaculate sister and knew chocolate was in order. Andrea"s eyes were wild, her hair was escaping the neat French knot she"d fashioned at the nape of her neck, and she"d chewed her lipstick half off. Since Andrea would never appear in public this way unless she were dying or a crisis was on the horizon, Hannah led her to a stool at the workstation, poured her a soothing cup of coffee, and set a whole plate of Brownies Plus within easy reach.

Andrea reached for a brownie and ate it. And then she reached for another. Hannah waited until her sister had eaten three of the chocolate-laden cookie bars before she asked her question. "What"s wrong, Andrea?"

"It"s Tachyon. They"re ruining my life!"

"They offered Bill an even better deal?" Hannah guessed.

"Yes! Those...those home wreckers! Those family breaker-uppers! Those..." Andrea stopped and gave a shuddering sigh. "I just don"t know what to do, Hannah. I can"t fight this kind of thing."

"What kind of thing?"

"What they offered Bill this time. They said that if I didn"t want to move, they"d fly him back home every other weekend so he could spend time with us. They promised him first-cla.s.s tickets and a car service to drive him to and from the airports."

"Oh boy, do they want him!" Hannah breathed.

"I know! I just don"t know how he can resist something like this. It"s really an incredible job offer."

Hannah thought about it for a minute. "You"re right. It is an incredible offer. What is Bill going to do?"

"I don"t know. He told them he"d give them his decision by Monday. I think he"s going to take it, Hannah. I really do!"

"Without consulting you?"

"Of course not. He did consult me and I told him to do what he thought was best for all of us. What else could I say? He knows how I feel about moving."

"You"ve done all you can," Hannah said, reaching out to touch her sister"s hand. "But..."

"What?" Andrea asked, noticing Hannah"s frown.

"I"m not sure, but..." Hannah stopped to think about it for another moment. "There"s something wrong. I"m sure of it. It"s not that Bill isn"t worth all these perks. It"s just that..."

"What?" Andrea interrupted, leaning forward.

"It"s just that no big company should offer that much for a single employee. Sure, Bill"s qualified, but there must be other qualified people who"d jump at the opportunity. Did you or Bill think to check them out to see if the offers he"s getting are legitimate?"

"No, but they"ve been calling him for over a week now. They must be serious."

"Has Bill ever called them back?"

"I...I don"t think so. I think they"re always the ones to call him." Andrea stopped and began to frown. "What do you think is going on?"

"I"m not sure. The question I"d be asking is, Is Tachyon really calling Bill? And if the answer is no, I"d be asking, Who could be playing this kind of horrid joke on Bill, and why are they doing it?"

Andrea sat back and looked dazed. She was silent for several long moments. "You could be right. We never thought of anything like that."

"Have Bill call Tachyon and see if they"ve called him."

"I"ll run out to the station to see him right now!" Andrea exclaimed, jumping up from her stool. "Have I ever told you what a great sister you are?"

Hannah smiled. "Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it."

WATERMELON COOKIES.

Preheat oven to 325 degrees F., rack in the middle position.

1 package (.16-ounce) watermelon (or any other flavor) Kool-Aid powder (Don"t get the kind with sugar or sugar subst.i.tute added.) 1 and 2/3 cup white (granulated) sugar 1 and cups softened b.u.t.ter (2 and sticks, 10 ounces) 2 large eggs, beaten (just whip them up in a gla.s.s with a fork) teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon baking soda 3 cups all-purpose flour (pack it down in the cup when you measure it) cup white (granulated) sugar in a bowl Hannah"s 1st Note: When Brandi makes these cookies, she rolls them out on a floured board and uses cookie cutters. Rolled cookies take more time than other types of cookies, so Lisa and I modified Brandi"s recipe for use at The Cookie Jar.

Mix the watermelon Kool-Aid with the granulated sugar.

Add the softened b.u.t.ter and mix until it"s nice and fluffy.

Add the eggs and mix well.

Mix in the salt and the baking soda. Make sure they"re well incorporated.

Add the flour in half-cup increments, mixing after each addition.