CHERRY CHEESECAKE MURDER

Books by Joanne Fluke

CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE MURDER

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE MURDER

BLUEBERRY MUFFIN MURDER

LEMON MERINGUE PIE MURDER

FUDGE CUPCAKE MURDER

SUGAR COOKIE MURDER

PEACH COBBLER MURDER

CHERRY CHEESECAKE MURDER

Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

A HANNAH SWENSEN MYSTERY WITH RECIPES

CHERRY CHEESECAKE MURDER

JOANNE FLUKE

KENSINGTON BOOKS

www.kensingtonbooks.com

This book is dedicated to my best friend, Shiva.

Its not the same without you, girl.

Acknowledgments

In Memory Of:

Ikuko, a lady I wish I had been fortunate enough to meet.

Bob Rogers, talented friend.

And Little Al and Betty.

For Ruel, whos always there when I need him.

And for the kids, even when they ask, Are we eating another experiment?

Or can we have a real dessert?

Thank you to our friends and neighbors:

Mel & Kurt, Lyn & Bill, Gina & the kids, Adrienne, Jay, Bob M., Amanda, John B., Trudi, Dale C., Dr. Bob & Sue, Laura Levine & Mark, Richard & Krista, Nina, the princess of cheesecake, and Mark Baker, whos been hoping for this title.

Thank you to my editors parents, Mr. and Mrs. Scognamiglio.

Without you, John wouldnt be here.

And without John, Hannah Swensen wouldnt be here!

Thank you to Hiro Kimura, my cover artist, who truly out-did himself with those scrumptious cherries on the cover, and thanks to Lou Malcanji for putting it all together in such a delectable dust jacket.

Thanks also to all the other talented folks at Kensington who keep Hannah sleuthing and baking up a storm.

Thank you to Dr. Rahaal & Trina for all you do.

Many hugs to Terry Sommers for proving that you can bake every single cookie and dessert recipe in this book and go on to live a normal life.

The Mini Cherry Cheesecake recipe is from Jane at Mysteries To Die For in Thousand Oaks, CAThanks,

Jane!

Thanks to Marcy for suggesting the All-Nighter Cookies,

and to Betty for the Double Flake Cookies.

Thank you to Jamie Wallace for her superb work on my

Web site

MurderSheBaked.com

Thanks to Lois Hirt, who knows almost everything about dentists, and a hug for Kamary, who came all the way from Michigan to meet me.

A big thank you to everyone who e-mailed or snail-mailed. In a perfect world, The Cookie Jar would be just around the corner and we could all meet for coffee and cookies.

(Ive got dibs on the Mock Turtles!)

Contents

Acknowledgments

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Index of Recipes

Baking Conversion Chart

Prologue

Lake Eden, MinnesotaWednesday, the Second Week in March

Cut!

Dean Lawrence had directed at plenty of locations, but Lake Eden was the worst. These yokels raised boredom to a whole new level. The chubby broad who ran the bakery made a great cherry cheesecake, and that was the only good thing he could say about Podunk Central.

Nothing was working today. They were never going to get this scene. The local lethargy must be catching, and it was time to kick some butt.

Whats with you, Burke? Youre supposed to make people weep for you! Get up. Ill show you what I want here. Dean pushed Burke out of camera range and got ready to play the scene himself.

Midway through the scene, he noticed that the redhead who baked his cheesecakes was staring at him with new respect. Maybe shed be a little more receptive, now that hed impressed her with his talent. He opened the center desk drawer, pulled out the prop gun, and stared at it while he waited for Lynnes line.

I love you, Jody! Dont do this to me!

It was a perfect reading of the line and Dean was glad hed decided to use her in his next movie. He put on a tortured expression as the camera came in for his close-up, and gazed at Lynne with tears welling in his eyes. Im not doing it to you, Lil Sis. Im doing it for me.

He raised the gun to his temple. Lynne looked horrified, exactly as she should, and he gave her a last, sad smile. Then he squeezed the trigger. The gun went off and Lynne screamed for real. Their director was dead.

Chapter

One

Two Weeks Earlier

Hannah Swensen did her best to convince her sleep-logged mind that the insistent electronic beeping she heard was in the soundtrack of her dream. A huge semi tractor-trailer was backing up to the kitchen door of her bakery, The Cookie Jar, to deliver the mountain of chocolate chips shed ordered for the gazillion Chocolate Chip Crunch Cookies shed promised to bake for her biggest fan, Porky Pig, whod finally overcome his stutter with the help of a voice coach and was now being sworn in as president of the United States

The dream slipped away like the veils of Salome, and Hannah groaned as she clicked on the light. No doubt her dream was the result of watching Cartoon Network until two in the morning and eating two dishes of chocolate ice cream with a whole bag of microwave popcorn. She silenced the alarm and threw back the covers, sitting up in bed in an effort to fight her urge to burrow back into her warm blankets and pull them up, over her head.

Come on, Moishe, she said, nudging the orange-and-white lump that nestled at the foot of her bed. Daylight in the swamps, dawn in the desert, and sunrise in Lake Eden, Minnesota.

Moishes yellow eyes popped open. He looked out the window into the darkness beyond, then swiveled his head to stare at her accusingly. While most people didnt think cats could understand human-speak, Hannah wasnt most people. This was primarily because Moishe wasnt most cats. Sorry, Hannah apologized, backpedaling under his unblinking yellow gaze. Its not really daylight in Lake Eden, but it will be soon and I have to get up for work.

Moishe seemed to accept her explanation. He opened his mouth in a wide yawn and gave the little squeak in the middle that Hannah found endearing. Then he began to stretch.

Hannah never tired of watching her previously homeless tomcat go through his morning calisthenics. Moishe rolled onto his back and gazed up at the bedroom ceiling. His right front leg came up in a fascist salute and after a slight pause, his left front leg shot up to join it. Then his back legs pushed toward the foot of the bed and spread out in a tensely inverted Y, like the handholds of a witching rod. Once his whole body was stretched taut, he began to quiver like the proverbial bowlful of Jell-O.

The kitty quiver lasted for several seconds and then Moishe flipped from back to stomach. This was the position Hannah called shoveled, because it was about as flat as a cat could get without the aid of a steamroller. All four legs were stretched out to the max and Moishes chin was perfectly parallel to the worn nap on the chenille bedspread Hannah had rescued from Helping Hands, Lake Edens only thrift store.

The part that came next was Hannahs favorite. Moishes back legs moved forward, first the left and then the right, in what her first grade friends had called giant steps in their games of Captain, May I. This continued by awkward measure until Moishes rear was up in the air, his hips so high it turned him into a kitty teepee. Once the apex had been reached, he gave a little sigh, a little shake, a little flick of both ears simultaneously, and then he made a big leap to the floor to follow Hannah down the hallway.

Hold on, Hannah said, hopping from foot to foot as she pulled on her fleece-lined moccasin slippers. You know you cant open the Kibble Keeper by yourself.

After a short trip down the hall spent dodging Moishes efforts to catch the laces on her slipper, Hannah reached the kitchen. She flicked on the bank of fluorescent lights and winced as the walls shimmered dazzling white to her sleep-deprived eyes. Perhaps it was time to paint her walls a darker color, a color like black, especially if she kept operating on three hours of sleep. Last night had been another night in a long string of nights spent in her living room, stretched out on the sofa with a twenty-three pound cat perched on her chest, watching television until the wee small hours of the morning and wrestling with a decision that would have stymied even Solomon.

An indignant yowl brought Hannah back to matters at hand and she opened the broom closet to lift out the Kibble Keeper. It was a round, gray, bucket-type container with a screw-on lid that was guaranteed to keep out even the most persistent pet. Hannah had found it at the Tri-County Mall after Moishe had defeated every other means shed tried to keep him from helping himself to his own breakfast. It wasnt that she begrudged him food. It was the cleanup that made feline self-service dining unfeasible. Hannah had swept up and dumped out the last kitty crunchy she was about to sweep and dump, and the salesclerk at the pet store had assured her that no living being that lacked opposable thumbs could open the Kibble Keeper. It was made of a resin that was impervious to biting and scratching, knocking it over and batting it around had no effect at all on its sturdy exterior, and it had been tested on a tiger at the Minnesota Zoo and come through with flying colors.

Even though Hannah knew that Moishe was physically incapable of unscrewing the lid, she still concealed her actions from him. It wasnt wise to underestimate the cat who was capable of so much more than the ordinary tabby.

Here you go, she said, scooping out a generous helping and dumping it into his bowl. Finish that and Ill give you some more.

While her feline roommate crunched, Hannah poured herself a cup of steaming coffee and sent a silent message of thanks to whoever had invented the automatic timer. She took one sip, swallowed painfully, and added a coffee ice cube from the bag she always kept in the freezer. A regular ice cube would dilute what her grandmother had called Swedish Plasma, and that was why Hannah kept one ice cube tray filled with frozen coffee. She needed her caffeine full-strength in the morning.

Several big gulps and Hannah felt herself beginning to approach a wakeful state. That meant it was time to shower and dress. The lure of a second cup of coffee would make her hurry, and she was awake enough not to doze off and turn as red as a lobster under the steaming spray.

Hannah reentered the kitchen eleven minutes later, her red hair a damp mass of towel-dried curls, and clad in jeans and a dark green sweatshirt that proclaimed CHOCOLATE IS A VEGETABLEIT COMES FROM BEANS in bright yellow script. Shed just poured herself that second cup of coffee when the phone rang.

Hannah reached for the bright red wall phone that hung over the kitchen table, but she stopped in midstretch. What if its Mike? Or Norman?

Rrowww! Moishe responded, looking up at the phone as it rang again. Yowwwww!

Youre right. So what if they both proposed? And so what if theyre waiting for me to choose between them? Im thirty years old, I run my own business, and Im a sensible adult. Nobodys going to rush me into a decision I might regret later

including Mother.

As Hannah uttered the final word, Moishes ears flattened against his head and he bristled like a Halloween cat. He despised Delores Swensen and Hannahs mother had a drawer full of shredded pantyhose to prove it.

Dont worry. If its Mother, you dont have to speak to her.

Hannah took a deep breath and grabbed the phone, sinking down in a chair to answer. If it was her mother, the conversation would take a while and there were bound to be unveiled references to her unmarried state. If it was her younger sister, Andrea, the conversation would include the latest about Hannahs two nieces, Tracey and Bethany, and it would also take a while. If it was Michelle, Hannahs youngest sister, they were bound to have a discussion about college life at Macalester College and that would also eat up the minutes Hannah had left before she had to go to work.

Hello? Hannah greeted her caller, hoping mightily that it wasnt either of the two men in her life.

What took you so long? I was almost ready to give up, but I knew you wouldnt leave for work this early.

It was a man, but it wasnt either of the two in question and Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. It was Andreas husband, Bill, the only other early riser in the Swensen family. Hi, Bill. Whats up?

I am. Im out here at the sheriffs station and weve got a problem.

Hannah glanced at the clock. It was only five-fifteen. Bill kept regular hours now that he was the Winnetka County Sheriff. He never went to the office until eight unless there was an emergency. Is there anything I can do to help?

You bet there is. And youre the only one who can fix this mess!

What mess? Hannah had visions of homes burglarized, motorists carjacked, public buildings vandalized, and murder victims stacked up like cordwood. But if crime was running rampant in Lake Eden, she certainly hadnt heard about it. And how could she possible be the only one who could fix it?

Its Mike. You really did a number on him, Hannah. One minute hes on top of the world, telling everybody that youre bound to choose him. The next minute hes all down in the mouth, absolutely sure that youre going to ditch him and marry Norman.

Hannah did her best to think of something to say. It wasnt her fault that Mike couldnt handle the stress of waiting while she made up her mind which proposal to accept. It had been only a week. A girl, even one whose mother thought her old enough to qualify as an old maid, was entitled to all the time she needed for such an important decision.

Look, Hannah. I know its not totally your fault, but Ive got a dangerous situation here.

Dangerous?

Thats right. Mikes supposed to be my head detective, my right hand when it comes to solving crime. The way hes acting right now, he couldnt catch a perp even if the guy stood in front of his desk holding a sign that said, I DID IT. I mean, what if we have a real murder, or something like that? Whatll happen then?

Hannah let out her breath. She hadnt even realized shed been holding it. So what do you want me to do?

Make up your mind so Mike can get back to work. Fish, or cut bait

you know?

But I cant rush my decision. Its just too important.

I understand, Bill said with a sigh, and Im not really trying to influence you. I just know itll be Mike in the long run. If you love him as much as I think you do, youll accept his proposal today and put him out of his misery. Hes the right one for you and thats not just my opinion. Everybody in the department thinks so, too.

Ill

uh

think about it, Hannah said, settling for the most noncommittal reassurance in her arsenal.

Think fast. And keep your fingers crossed that we dont need Mike for anything until you give him a yes.

Hannah promised she would and hung up the phone. She could understand Bills point. A week was a long time to keep anyone on hold, but she was no closer to making a decision than shed been on the day both men had proposed. Mike was handsome and exciting. Norman was dependable and endearing. Mike made her stomach do flips when he kissed her, and Normans kisses made her feel warm and tingly all over. She wished she could have both of them, but she couldnt. And there was no way she could give up one for the other.

Before Hannah could take another swallow of her coffee, the phone rang again. She grabbed it in midring, certain that it was Bill whod forgotten to tell her something. What did you forget, Bill?

Its not Bill, its Lisa, Hannahs young partner replied. I just wanted you to know that you dont have to hurry to work this morning.

Why not?

Because Im down here at The Cookie Jar already.

Hannah glanced up at the clock. It was five-thirty and Lisa wasnt due at work until seven. Why so early? she asked, hoping that Lisa hadnt had a fight with her new husband.

Herb had to get up at four and after he left, I couldnt go back to sleep.

Why did he have to get up at four?

Hes driving to Fargo for the Traffic Tradeshow.

Whats that? Hannah asked, although she suspected that if shed remained silent, Lisa would have gone on to tell her.

Its everything to do with traffic and parking, like signs, parking meters, and traffic signals. Mayor Bascomb called us at home last night and he wants Herb to check out the price on parking meters.

Parking meters? Hannah was shocked. Parking had always been free in Lake Eden.

Thats right. He told Herb to find out how much it would cost to put them up on Main Street.

On Main Street?

Yes, but Herb thinks its a smokescreen.

A smokescreen? Hannah repeated, feeling more and more like an obedient mynah bird.

Theres a group that wants Lake Eden Liquor shut down. They say the city shouldnt be making a profit on the sale of alcohol.

Hannah gave a little snort. Every few years someone organized a group to close down the municipal liquor store. I wish people would learn that you cant legislate morality. Closing the liquor store isnt going to cut down on drinking.

I know, but this time theyre really serious. Theyre collecting signatures to get it on the next ballot. Herbs sure thats why Mayor Bascomb wants an estimate on those parking meters.

Hannah took another slug of coffee, but she still didnt see the connection. What do parking meters have to do with the liquor store?

Herb thinks the mayors going to give them a choice. Close the liquor store and put parking meters on Main Street to make up for the lost revenue, or keep it open and forget about the tax increase theyll have to pay to get the parking meters installed in the first place.

That ought to work, Hannah said with a smile. The mayor was almost as devious as her mother.

I think so, too. Everybody wants to park for free and nobody wants to pay more taxes. Anyway, Im here and you dont have to come in until you want to. You need some time to think.

Think?

About Mike and Norman. Mayor Bascomb asked Herb if youd made up your mind yet.

He did? Hannah was surprised. I didnt know he cared one way or the other.

Well, he does. He wants you to marry Norman. He says its your civic duty.

What!

Thats exactly what Herb said, but Mayor Bascomb explained it. He said that they can always hire a new detective, but finding a dentist to take over the clinic will be a lot harder.

Wait a second

the mayor thinks the man I dont marry will leave town?

Yes, and hes not the only one. Herb says Mikes not going to stick around and feel like a loser if you end up marrying Norman. Hes too proud to eat crow in front of the whole town. And Normans not going to stay here and watch you live happily ever after with Mike. He really loves you and it would be too painful for him. Not only that, if Norman leaves, Carrie will probably go with him, because hell be all depressed and shell think he needs her. And then your mother will end up losing a partner.

Oh, boy! Hannah groaned under her breath. This was a whole new set of problems to consider. Shed been thinking about how her choice would affect her own happiness, but now it seemed it could have ramifications on the whole town of Lake Eden!

Anyway, take your time about coming in. Ill see you when you get here.

Hannah said goodbye and turned to look at Moishe. I wish Id known sooner. Turns out we could have slept in.

Rrrow! Moishe replied, and Hannah thought he looked disappointed. Sleeping in while nestled at the foot of the bed, half buried in the fluffy comforter, was one of Moishes favorite activities.

Oh, well. I guess I might as well carry out the garbage and



Before Hannah could finish telling an uninterested feline her plans, the phone rang again and she snatched it up. Hello?

Hi, Hannah. Its Barbara Donnelly. I know its early, but I wanted to catch you before you left for work.

Hi, Barbara. Hannah grabbed the steno notebook she kept on the kitchen table. Barbara was the head secretary at the sheriffs station and she always ordered cookies for the staff meetings she held on Monday afternoons. Do you want cookies for this afternoon?

Yes. Give me three dozen Black and Whites. Ill send one of the girls in to pick them up. On second thought, better make it four dozen. Theyre our favorites. But thats not the reason I called. I need a favor.

Whats that? Hannah asked, wise enough not to agree before she heard what Barbara wanted.

Im begging you to put an end to this whole thing today.

Hannah was 95 percent certain she knew what Barbara meant, but she went for the remaining 5 percent. What whole thing is that?

The whole thing with Mike. Hes driving us all nuts. I had to assign three different secretaries to him in the past week.

Why so many?

Because after a day with him, they come to my office and ask for reassignment. Its just too stressful working for a boss thats walking around whistling one minute and chewing his fingernails the next. Of course I hope you choose Mike, but thats up to you. I just want you to make a decision today and put my secretaries out of their misery.

Ill try, Hannah promised and signed off. Shed no sooner hung up the phone than it rang again. Okay, okay, she plucked the receiver from its cradle. Hello?

Its Doc Bennett, Hannah.

In one fluid motion, Hannah stretched out the phone cord, poured herself another mug of coffee, and sat back down in her chair. Whats up, Doc?

Wery funny, Doc Bennett responded in his Elmer Fudd voice, the same voice that had taken the fear out of going to the dentist for so many Lake Eden children. Seriously, Hannah, whats up is Norman.

What do you mean?

That poor boy isnt getting any sleep and he called to ask me to fill in for him again today. Its a real pity, Hannah. I dont know how much more of this Norman can take. So far, he hasnt made any dental mistakes that I know of, but its only a matter of time before he fills the wrong tooth, or something even worse. Whats taking you so long, anyway? If you love Norman as much as I think you do, you should accept his proposal today and let him get some sleep!

Hannah was stymied. She didnt know what to say. I

Im



I know its an important decision, but youve taken long enough. Will you try to decide today?

Ill try, Hannah agreed, doubting that shed be successful.

Good. Ive got to go. Mrs. Wahlstrom is here for a cleaning.

Doc Bennett hung up abruptly and Hannah was left holding a dead line. As she hung up on her end, she uttered a phrase shed never use within Tracey or Bethanys hearing, even though Bethany was too young to understand it and Tracey had probably heard it before, and then she turned to Moishe. Theyre ganging up on me. What am I going to do?

Moishe gave her a wide-eyed look that Hannah interpreted to mean he didnt have the foggiest idea. She reached down to pet him, but before her hand connected with his orange-and-white fur, the phone rang again.

Uh-oh, Hannah breathed as Moishes ears flattened against his head and he started to bristle. Her kitty caller I.D. wasnt infallible, but nine times out of ten that bristle meant her mother was on the phone. When Moishes tail started to switch back and forth like a metronome, Hannah reached for the phone. Her mother was nothing if not persistent. If she didnt reach Hannah at home, shed wait and call her down at The Cookie Jar. Hello, Mother.

You really shouldnt answer the phone that way, Delores gave her standard greeting.

I know, but youd be disappointed if I didnt.

Perhaps, Delores conceded. I need to talk to you about something important, Hannah. And I want you to know that normally Id never interfere



But, Hannah provided the next word. She knew it was coming, although she chose not to say it aloud.

But Carrie just called me and we have a situation on our hands. Do you know that Normans down at Hal & Roses Cafe right now, slogging down coffee as fast as Rose can pour it?

No, Hannah answered truthfully.

Well, he is. Rose called Carrie to tell her. She said she tried to get Norman to go easy on the coffee, but he said this could be the most important day of his life and he wasnt about to sleep through it.

Hannah groaned. Norman thinks Im going to give him an answer today?

Its not just today. Carrie says hes been like this every day since he proposed. And to make matters even worse, Mikes down there too. Hes sitting right across from Norman in the back booth, matching him cup for cup.

At least its not beer for beer, Hannah commented, grinning slightly.

Shame on you, Hannah Louise! Thats not one bit funny and you know it. Ive done my very best to keep mum, but this time youve gone too far. I didnt raise you to be cruel!

Cruel? Hannah was shocked.

What else would you call it? Im serious, Hannah. Enough is enough and its time for you to stop dithering. You should choose which man you want to marry, tell him so, and let the other down gently. Thats what a lady would do under the same circumstances. Drawing it out the way youve done is unkind to everyone concerned.

Hannah was silent for a long moment, considering what her mother had said. Delores did have a point. Youre right, Mother.

There was a crash as Delores dropped the phone. And then a scrabbling noise as she picked it up again. Im sorry. Did you say I was right?

Thats what I said.

Well

 Hannahs mother sounded slightly breathless and extremely shocked. Does that mean that you agree to settle this once and for all?

Yes, Ill settle it.

And youll do it today?

Ill do it right now. Talk to you later, Mother.

Hannah hung up the phone to cut off any further questions, filled Moishes food bowl one last time, grabbed her coat and car keys, ignored the phone that was frantically ringing again, and headed out the door to keep her date with destiny at Hal & Roses Cafe.

Chapter

Two

Twenty minutes later, Hannah skidded around the corner of Third and Main in the candy-apple red vehicle the Lake Eden kids called the cookie truck, and nosed up to the snowbank that Hal had left when he shoveled the sidewalk in front of the café. The plate glass window was steamed up and she couldnt see inside, but Mikes Hummer was parked on one side of her and Normans sedan was on the other. Since there was a layer of ice on both windshields, Hannah surmised that they must have arrived the moment Rose unlocked the door for the DelRay employees who stopped for breakfast before their early morning shift.

Hannah got out of her truck and headed for the door. She pulled it open with a clean jerk and marched right in. The first thing she saw was a blackboard hanging on the back wall by the curtained poker room. It said, NORMAN vs. MIKEBETS CLOSE AT NOON TODAY.

Hannah hadnt thought she could get any angrier, but shed been wrong. One glance at that blackboard made her blood boil. She gave a most unladylike snort as she spotted Norman and Mike sitting in the back booth and she imagined she could hear the strains of theme music from Jaws as she headed across the floor.

Mike nudged Norman as he spotted her. Norman looked up and began to frown. Hannah figured that was because of her thundercloud expression. It was too early in the morning to assume a poker face and she didnt care if the whole town of Lake Eden knew that she was steaming mad. She didnt appreciate receiving five phone calls before six in the morning from people who were dead set on giving her unwanted advice. This was her life, these were her proposals, and she was the one whod have to live with her decision. There was no way she enjoyed being the subject of a very public betting pool at Hal & Roses Cafe, and it was long past time to put an end to the speculation.

Hannah strode forward with purpose, her rubber-soled boots thudding against the floor. She was unaware that the other patrons in Hal & Roses had swiveled around on their stools to watch what they assumed would be a spectacle. She didnt hear the whispered comments or see the money that quickly changed hands. She was concentrating on the two men in the booth and what she was going to tell them.

Whats wrong, Hannah? Norman asked as she arrived at their booth and stood there in front of it, her hands on her hips.

Everything, Hannah said, deciding not to mince words. Why did you have to ask me to marry you anyway?

Because I love you, Norman was the first to respond.

And I love you, too, Mike said.

Well, thats just great, because I love you.

Who? Norman asked.

Yes, who? Mike added.

Both of you. But thats not the biggest problem. Im sick and tired of people telling me that I have to choose between you! And I really resent the fact that everyone in this whole town is urging me to make a decision right now!

Mike held up his hand. But, Hannah



Quiet! Hannah interrupted. Just this morning, I got calls from Bill, Lisa, Barbara Donnelly, Doc Bennett, and Mother. I even got an ultimatum from Mayor Bascomb! They all want me to make my decision right now, but theyve got it all wrong. I should be the one to decide when to decide!

Huh? Norman asked, looking confused.

Mike wore the identical expression. What was that, Hannah?

Never mind. I know what I mean and thats good enough for me. Do you still want to marry me?

If it had been raining, both men would have drowned as they looked up at her with their mouths open in surprise. Mike was the first to recover. I do.

So do I! Norman added.

Good. Hannah gave them both a tight smile. That means Im going to turn both of you down. Youre off the hook. You can stop moping around and waiting for the other shoe to drop. Theres no way Im going to bow to peer pressure and choose between you.

Hold on, Norman said, looking dismayed. Does that mean youre not going to marry either one of us?

Thats what I just said.

But

is there someone else? Mike asked.

No, theres no one.

Then why



Norman started to frame a question, but Hannah interrupted. Its a matter of principle. Who decided that the man had to be the one to propose, anyway?

Both men shrugged and Norman finally answered, I dont know, but I think its always been that way.

Well, I dont like it and Im changing the rules. Im taking back my own life and following my own timetable. Nobodys going to push me into anything I dont want to do. Ill decide when I want to get married. And when I do, Ill ask the man of my choice if he wants to marry me. Is that clear?

Mike and Norman exchanged glances. Then they both turned to her and nodded.

Perfect. Now can we all stop acting like characters that escaped from a soap opera and get back to a seminormal life?

Yeah, Mike agreed, smiling for the first time since Hannah had come in the door.

You bet! Norman said, but he didnt smile. I dont want to open a can of worms here, but will you still go out with me, Hannah?

Absolutely.

And me? Mike asked.

You, too. Lets just forget about marriage and go back to the way we were.

Youre on, Mike said.

Deal, Norman concurred, smiling at last.

Im really glad we got that settled. Hannah was smiling as she turned to Norman. Would you please go get me a chair? If Im not sitting next to either one of you, the customers that are staring at us from the counter cant speculate on what that might mean.

Sure thing, Norman said, and slid out of the booth.

And would you go tell Rose Im as hungry as a bear and I want two eggs over easy, bacon extra crispy, and toast? Hannah asked Mike.

Of course.

Mike slid out of the booth, but Hannah grabbed his hand as he was about to walk away. Just a second, she said. Do you think you can pretend youre on duty for a minute?

I guess. Why?

Id appreciate it if youd remind those guys at the counter that gamblings illegal in Minnesota. And then you can tell Hal that Im not going to marry either one of you and that he should donate every cent of the money hes holding to charity.

When Hannah came in the back door at The Cookie Jar, Lisa gave her a thumbs-up. You were absolutely right to turn both of them down.

Thanks, but how did you hear about it so soon?

Lisa pointed to the wall next to the sink and Hannah turned to look. The cord from the wall phone was stretched out to its limit and the phone attached to the end of the cord was out of sight, shut tightly in the drawer that held the dishtowels. Too many calls?

You said it! Hannahs petite partner gave a little laugh. Everybody in town who doesnt know wants to pump me for information. And everybody who does know wants to be the first to tell me about it. I couldnt get the baking done and answer the phone at the same time, so I took it off the hook.

And you hid it in the drawer so you wouldnt see it on the counter and feel guilty?

You know me too well.

Well, Im here now. Ill take care of the calls. Hannah opened the drawer, retrieved the phone, and hung it back on the hook. There was a moment of breathless anticipation and then it began to ring.

Your turn, Lisa declared, slipping into her coat and heading for the door. Im running over to the school with the cookies for the faculty meeting.

Put on your gloves. Its cold out there, Hannah called after her. Then she reached for the phone, hoping the person on the other end of the line was someone comfortable, someone friendly, someone from out of state. The Cookie Jar. Hannah speaking.

Hi, Hannah! A familiar voice reached Hannahs ear. I figured you were here when I couldnt get you at home.

You were right, Hannah said, giving a big sigh of relief. It was Michelle, her youngest sister, calling from the house she rented with friends and fellow students just off the Macalester campus.

I heard you turned both of them down.

Hannah sputtered slightly. Michelle was over sixty miles away. How did you know?

Its not like I live in a vacuum. Lots of people keep me up to date on whats happening in Lake Eden.

Mother! Hannah breathed.

Mother, Michelle confirmed. You did the right thing, Hannah. Its a whole lot better than saying yes to one of them and changing your mind later.

Youre right. Is that why you called?

Thats part of it. The other part is to tell you that I spent a whole week talking up Lake Eden and saying what a great town it is.

It is a great town.

I know that, but Mr. Barton didnt.

Whos Mr. Barton?

The producer of the Indy Prod.

Hannah felt like she was running around in circles. Whats an Indy Prod? And what does it have to do with Lake Eden?

Mr. Barton was a guest in our drama class and hes the producer of an independent production. Thats what Indy Prod means.

Youre talking about a movie producer? Hannah cut to the chase.

Yes. Hes almost through shooting a film set in Minnesota and he said he was looking for a small town close to a lake, with a church, a school, and a park.

Thats practically every small town in Minnesota.

I know. I told him that, and then I recommended Lake Eden.

Hannah hoped that Michelle didnt have her heart set on seeing her hometown on the big screen. While Lake Eden was a very nice town, there were other, more picturesque settings for movies. That certainly would be interesting, Michelle, but I doubt that



That certainly will be interesting, Michelle interrupted to correct her.

Will be? You mean

?

Thats right! My drama professor called to tell me this morning. Mr. Barton sent a scout to check out Lake Eden. You met him, Hannah. He came into The Cookie Jar.

He did?

Yes. Do you remember a guy named Mitch who asked about the name for the lake and the town?

A couple of strangers asked me that, Hannah said, not mentioning that almost every nonlocal who stopped at The Cookie Jar wanted to know why the town was called Lake Eden, and the lake was called Eden Lake. The answer was that the lake had been named first, almost thirty years before the town had been built, and the town fathers had wanted a name that tied in with the lake, but was different. Tired of answering the same question over and over, Lisas cousin, Dianne Herron, had suggested a solution. Hannah had ordered cards printed up with the answer and they set them out on the tables in the summer during the tourist season.

Well, Mitch said you were really nice about explaining it to him, and he was crazy about your Molasses Crackles. He wrote up a glowing report and once Mr. Barton did a drive-through, he decided to talk to Mayor Bascomb and find out how much it would cost to rent Main Street for a week.

Rent Main Street? Hannah was amazed. But what will that mean for our businesses?

Youll all get compensated. Thats the way these production companies work. Mitch told me that Mr. Barton usually pays last years gross revenues for the same period plus ten percent for the inconvenience. And they always use locals for extras. Isnt that exciting?

Exciting, Hannah repeated, not sure what effect a movie company would have on her sleepy little hometown. Does Mayor Bascomb know about this?

Not yet, but he will. The producer is going to call him this morning. I just wanted to give you a heads-up before it happened, and to tell you the best news of all.

Youre getting married? Hannah quipped, knowing full well her youngest sister was doing no such thing. Michelle had made it abundantly clear that she was going to finish college before she even considered walking down the aisle.

Michelle laughed. Of course Im not and you know it. But the producer hired me as a production assistant and Ill be coming home for a week. Im getting paid and Im getting college credit for the job.

Good for you! Hannah did an abrupt reversal. Shed been half-hoping that the movie company wouldnt disrupt life in Lake Eden, but now she was all for it. Michelle would enjoy the experience and it would be wonderful to have her home again. Would you like to stay in my guest room?

Id love to, you know that, but Id better stay with Mother, especially after all the trouble she had with Winthrop and all. Shes bound to be lonely. And speaking of Mother, the producer promised me that hell hire Mother and Carrie to help locate props. And when I told him how they decorated Grannys Attic to look like the first mayors house, he said hed have his set decorator look at it and maybe theyd use it as a set in the movie.

Too bad the movies not set in Regency England, Hannah mused. Both Carrie and Delores were founding members of the Lake Eden Regency Romance Club and the producer would have to look far and wide to find anyone more familiar with the period.

I know, but this is almost as good. The part of the movie theyre filming in Lake Eden takes place in the nineteen-fifties. That should be a snap for Mother and Carrie since both of them were around back then.

Hannah gave a little chuckle. Yes, but neither of them will admit it.

After a few more minutes of chatting about the advance crew that would be arriving next week, and the full cast and crew the week after that, Hannah said goodbye and attempted to hang up. But the phone rang again the moment she settled it in its cradle. Since she didnt feel like talking to anyone, there was only one thing to do.

This is Hannah at The Cookie Jar, she said in the flattest voice she could muster. Im sorry I cant answer your call right now, but if youll leave your name and number, Ill call you back just as soon as

 There was a click, and Hannah stopped speaking. Her caller, assuming Hannah wasnt available, had hung up.

She was about to hang up on her end when she reconsidered. It was time to take a lesson from Lisa. Hannah stretched out the cord, opened the drawer, and hid the phone under the dishtowels again. Then she hurried through the swinging restaurant-style door to the coffee shop.

Hannahs first task was to put on the coffee and she made short work of filling the thirty-cup urn and plugging it in. She set out cream, sugar, and artificial sweetener on each table and wrote the daily cookie specials on the blackboard behind the front counter. She had just gone back into the kitchen to fill the glass canisters they used to display the days cookies when Lisa came back.

Ill help, she said, shedding her coat and heading for the sink to wash her hands. Everybody at the school wanted to know why you turned both of them down.

Hannah just shook her head. It was barely eight in the morning, but there were no slackers on the Lake Eden Gossip Hotline. What did you say?

I told them I hadnt asked you because it was none of my business.

Hannah eyed her diminutive partner with new respect. Being married is good for you. Youve picked up some of Herbs assertiveness.

Thats not all I picked up!

What do you mean? Hannah asked and then wished she hadnt as all sorts of dire possibilities ran through her mind.

I picked up all of Great-Grandma Beesemans recipes. They were in boxes up in Marges attic, and she said I could have them. She couldnt read them because theyre in German.

You read German?

No, but Herb found an Internet translation service and a woman from Germany is helping me. Lisa reached out for a cookie on the bakers rack and handed it to Hannah. Try this. Theyre called Kokosnuss Schokolade Kekse.

Coconut chocolate cookies? Hannah asked, seriously draining the small cache of German words shed picked up over the years.

Thats right! Do you speak German?

Not unless you count Volkswagen and sauerkraut as vocabulary. I was just reacting to the cognates. Hannah took a bite and smiled her approval. These are good.

I know. Do you want to add them to our cookie list?

Absolutely, but lets think of another name. The German is too hard for customers to remember and the English translation isnt catchy enough.

How about Cocalattas? Lisa suggested.

I like it. It sounds like coconut and chocolate, and thats what they are. Write it on the board and well give them a trial run today.

Lisa nodded and grabbed the steno pad Hannah kept handy for notes about supplies. Id better write down flaked coconut. Were almost out.

Good idea. And while youre at it, make a note to order Jujubees and Milk Duds.

Are we going to the movies? Lisa quipped, looking up with a smile.

No, the movies are coming to us. Just as soon as we carry in these canisters, well take a coffee break and Ill tell you all about it.

COCALATTAS

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position

1 cup melted butter (2 sticks, ˝ pound)

ž cup white (granulated) sugar

ž cup brown sugar, firmly packed

1 teaspoon baking soda

2 teaspoons coconut extract***

˝ teaspoon salt

2 beaten eggs

1 cup finely chopped coconut (from approximately 2 cups coconut flakes)

2ź cups flour (dont siftpack it down in your measuring cup)

1 cup chocolate chips (6 oz. packageI use Ghirardellis)

***Its not absolutely positively necessary that you use coconut extract, but the cookies will be much more delicious if you do. If you cant find it, or youre making these in the middle of a blizzard and you cant get to the store, just use vanilla.

Melt the butter. (Nuke it for one and a half minutes on HIGH in a microwave-safe container, or melt it in a pan on the stove over low heat.) Mix in the white sugar and the brown sugar. Add the baking soda, coconut extract, and salt. Add the eggs and stir it all up.

Chop the coconut flakes in a food processor. (Most people like the coconut chopped because then it doesnt stick between their teeth, but you dont have to go out and buy a food processor to make these cookies. Just find the finest, smallest flakes you can in the store, spread them out on a cutting board and chop them up a little finer with a knife.) Measure the coconut AFTER its chopped. Pack it down when you measure it, add it to your bowl, and stir thoroughly.

Add half of the flour and the chocolate chips. Stir well to incorporate. Finish by mixing in the rest of the flour.

Let the dough rest for ten minutes on the counter, uncovered. Drop by teaspoons onto UNGREASED cookie sheets, 12 cookies to a standard sized sheet. If the dough is too sticky to handle, chill it slightly and try again. Bake at 350 degrees F. for 9 to 11 minutes or until golden brown around the edges.

Let cool for three minutes, then remove cookies from the baking sheet and transfer to a wire rack to finish cooling.

Yield: Approximately 6 dozen depending on cookie size.

Lisas Note: Herbs great-grandmothers recipe calls for chipped chocolate, so I used chocolate chips. Hannah says that if chocolate chips had been available when Herbs great-grandmother was alive, she probably would have used them.

Hannahs Note: These are Herbs new favorite cookies. He says they taste like a crunchy Mounds bar. The Pineapple Right Side Up Cookie Bars that I made especially for him are still his favorite bar cookie.

Chapter

Three

Hannah was just finishing her last sip of coffee when the phone rang. Theyd put the receiver back in the cradle and Lisa had promised to answer it. In less than a minute, her partner was back, grinning from ear to ear.

That was Mayor Bascomb, Lisa announced. Hes going to stop by in a couple of minutes. He said hes got breaking news thatll rock Lake Eden to its foundation. Do you think its about the movie?

It must be. We dont live in earthquake country.

Lisa groaned. I wish Id thought to say that. Of course I couldnt have said it, since hes theoretically Herbs boss and he might have taken it wrong. Id better set out some PBJs for him. You know how crazy he is about peanut butter.

In less than five minutes there was a tap on the door and Mayor Bascomb came in. He wiped his boots on the rug inside the door and sniffed the air appreciatively. Do I smell peanut butter?

Right here, Mayor Bascomb. Lisa pointed him toward the plate of cookies that sat in the center of the work island and the mayor pulled up a stool.

No sugar for me today, he instructed Hannah as she headed for the table with his mug of coffee. Steffie says I put on a couple of inches around the middle and Im trying to cut down.

Hannah didnt say anything as the mayor reached for a cookie. She watched it disappear in two gulps, followed by a second and then a third. If that was cutting down, she wanted to go on Mayor Bascombs diet!

So whats this breaking news? Hannah asked, hoping that she could look appropriately surprised when the mayor told them what they already knew.

I just got a call from a guy named Barton. He heads up some movie company in Minneapolis. They want to shoot part of a movie right here on Main Street.

Thats wonderful! Hannah said, hoping she sounded surprised enough not to raise suspicion. But wont it interfere with business?

Yes, and the movie company is prepared to pay for that. I want every business owner to check revenues for the second week in March. Thats when theyre coming. I had to do some fancy talking, but theyre going to pay us last years gross profits for the week plus ten percent for the inconvenience.

You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Mayor, Hannah complimented him, hiding a grin as he cited the exact figure Michelle had said the Indy Prod usually paid.

Well, Id better go, the mayor stood up and pushed back his stool. Ive got to talk to all the other business owners and give them the good news.

Lisa rushed to put the rest of the PBJ Cookies in a takeout bag for the mayor while Hannah walked him to the back door. Then Hannah collected the mugs theyd used and put them in the dishwasher while Lisa wiped down the work counter.

He must have forgotten something, Hannah said, reacting to a loud knock at the door. Ill get it.

Hannah pulled open the door to find her niece, Tracey, holding an empty baby carrier in one hand while her mother brought up the rear. Andrea was juggling the baby, Bethany, in one arm and speaking on her cell phone.

I said I understand, Andreas voice quavered a bit and it was clear that she was upset, but that doesnt mean I have to like it!

Hannah watched as her sister clicked off the phone with one perfectly manicured nail and stepped into the warmth of the kitchen. She gave a long sigh that Hannah might very well have labeled as theatrical if she hadnt heard the quaver in her sisters voice, and handed the baby to Hannah.

You take her, she said, passing the baby over like a football. Coffee! I need coffee!

Ill get it, Lisa responded, heading for the kitchen pot.

Shes stressed, Tracey explained, setting the baby carrier on the work island. Hannahs oldest niece could have posed for a cover photo on a childrens fashion magazine with her baby blue winter coat, dainty white boots, and white cap with a pom-pom on top. The only thing that stopped her from being absolutely adorable was the frown that furrowed her forehead. Just put Beth in her carrier, Aunt Hannah. Ill rock her if she wakes up.

Hannah put the baby in the carrier without incident. Her pretty new niece was sleeping so soundly, not even her mothers frantic call for coffee had awakened her.

Tracey sat down on a stool and pushed the mug of coffee that Lisa brought in front of her mother. Have some coffee. And eat one of those cookies. Theyre chocolate and the endorphins will help. Right, Aunt Hannah?

Absolutely, Hannah said. She would have been amused at the way her oldest niece had picked up on one of her favorite culinary remedies, but this situation sounded serious.

Do it, Mom. Tracey nudged her mother. And then tell Aunt Hannah.

Tell me what? Hannah prompted, once Andrea had taken a big sip of her coffee to chase down a bite of a Lisas great-grandmothers-by-marriage creation.

Bills leaving us!

What?

What part of leaving us dont you understand? Andrea retorted. And then she promptly burst into tears. It was obvious that it wasnt for the first time that morning, because her eyelids were swollen and the tissue she pulled from her pocket was damp and bedraggled.

Hannah turned to Tracey who, at almost six years of age, seemed to be the most rational person in the small family group. Whats going on, Tracey?

Its not as bad as it sounds. Tracey snagged a cookie from the plate and took a quick bite. Daddys going to a conference in Miami, and Mommys all upset because she cant go. Its not like theyre getting a divorce, or anything like that.

Well, thats a relief! Lisa said, giving Tracey a little hug as she passed out napkins and placed a box of tissues in front of Andrea. What kind of conference is it?

Its about fitness in law enforcement, Andrea answered the question. She still sounded stressed, but at least shed stopped crying. The only problem is, shes going too!

She who? Hannah asked. She was almost certain there was a better and clearer way to ask the question, but she didnt want to bother with that now.

Theyll pay for her, but they wont pay for me!

Her who? Hannah asked again, changing the pronoun, but not the intent.

Andrea turned to look at her oldest daughter. Tracey? Why dont you go



Away, Tracey interrupted, picking up the glass of orange juice Lisa had poured for her and using a napkin to grab two more cookies. Ill just go have my breakfast in the coffee shop so you can tell Aunt Lisa and Aunt Hannah what Im too young to hear. I can always ask Bethany what you said later.

Hannah burst out laughing and so did Lisa. A moment later, even Andrea ventured a small laugh.

Thats better, Tracey said, looking proud. Ive been trying to get you to laugh ever since Daddy told you he was going.

Once the swinging door had closed behind Tracey, both Hannah and Lisa spoke up. Who? they both asked, within seconds of each other.

Andrea stared at them for a moment and then she gave a giggle that sounded more than a little hysterical to Hannah. You two sound like a flock of owls.

Parliament, Hannah corrected her. A flock of owls is called a parliament, but thats not really important. Whos going to the fitness conference with Bill?

Ronni Ward, thats who! Remember when Bill hired her to hold exercise classes for the deputies?

I remember.

Well, her official title is fitness instructor and that means shes qualified to go along, all expenses paid by the department.

Hannah reached out to pat her sisters arm. She could understand why Andrea was upset. Escaping the frozen tundra for a tropical climate, all expenses paid, was a collective Lake Eden fantasy during the winter months.

The conference is in a hotel thats right on the beach, Andrea continued. And you know what that means!

Hannah didnt bother to respond since all three of them already knew that the beach meant bikinis and Ronni Ward was the three-time winner of the annual bikini contest. But surely you dont think that Bill

 Hannah stopped speaking as she read the look on her sisters face. Have some more chocolate. Itll help.

I know exactly how you feel, Lisa said, pushing the plate of cookies closer to Andrea. Id feel the same way. But maybe Ronni will find a really handsome fitness instructor and theyll

theyll do exercises together, or something.

Andrea gave Lisa a halfhearted smile and Hannah could tell she wasnt convinced. She took another cookie, though, and ate it before she spoke again. Its just making me a little crazy that I cant go, thats all. Its so boring in Lake Eden this time of the winter.

Hannah exchanged glances with Lisa. When is Bill leaving?

The second week in March. And you know as well as I do that nothing ever happens in Lake Eden in March.

Well, this year is an exception to the rule, Hannah stated, sharing a smile with Lisa. And then she proceeded to tell Andrea why Ronni Ward was going to wish shed stayed home in Lake Eden instead of flying off to Miami with Bill.

PEANUT BUTTER AND JAM COOKIES (PBJs)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position

1 cup melted butter (2 sticks, ˝ pound)

2 cups brown sugar (firmly packed)

˝ cup white (granulated) sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1˝ teaspoons baking soda

1 teaspoon baking powder

˝ teaspoon salt

1 cup peanut butter

2 beaten eggs (just whip them up with a fork)

˝ cup chopped salted peanuts (measure AFTER chopping)

3 cups flour (no need to sift)

approximately ˝ cup fruit jam (your choice of fruit)

Microwave the butter in a microwave safe mixing bowl for approximately 90 seconds on HIGH to melt it. Mix in the brown sugar, white sugar, vanilla, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Stir until theyre thoroughly blended.

Measure out the peanut butter. (I spray the inside of my measuring cup with Pam so it wont stick.) Add it to the bowl and mix it in. Pour in the beaten eggs and stir it all up. Add the chopped salted peanuts and mix until theyre incorporated.

Add the flour in one-cup increments, mixing it in until all the ingredients are thoroughly blended.

Form the dough into walnut-sized balls with your hands and arrange them on a greased cookie sheet, 12 to a standard sheet. (If the dough is too sticky to form into balls, chill it for an hour or so, and then try again.)

Make an indentation in the center of the dough ball with your thumb. Spoon in a bit of jam, making sure it doesnt run over the sides of the cookie.

Bake at 350 degrees F. for 10 to 12 minutes, or until the tops are just beginning to turn golden. Cool on the cookie sheet for 2 minutes, then remove to a wire rack to finish cooling.

Yield: approximately 7 dozen cookies, depending on cookie size.

Hannahs Note: If you happen to run out of fruit jam and you have cookies left to fill, put a few chocolate chips in the indentation. Youll have to call those cookies PBCs, but theyre wonderful!

Tracey likes her PBJs with strawberry jam, Andrea prefers apricot, Bills wild about blueberry, and Mother loves them with peach. I prefer to eat one of each, just to test them of course.

Chapter

Four

The next two weeks passed much too slowly, as winter weeks often do, but at last the big day arrived. Everyone who wasnt engaged in business of the utmost necessity turned out to watch as the movie crew rolled into town. Lisa and Hannah were no exception. The Cookie Jar wasnt open. It was never open on Sunday, but both partners and their extended families sat at tables in front of the window, watching the cars, motor homes, tractor trailers, and smaller cube trucks turn the corner by the lumber yard at First and Main, and drive down Main Street to Sixth, where an area had been set aside for them to park.

Thats the wardrobe truck, Michelle explained, as a truck pulling a long, narrow trailer came down the street. The inside looks just like a closet with two long poles and hangers that lock so they dont jiggle off the poles.

Hannah smiled at her youngest sister. Michelle had arrived the previous night on the bus, and this morning she was holding court at a table with Delores, Carrie, Andrea, and Lisa. Norman, Mike, and Herb were at a separate table and they were wearing almost identical I couldnt care less expressions designed to convince everyone else that they werent at all interested in spotting the actors and actresses as they drove by the plate glass window.

Hannah, herself, was perched on a stool between the two tables, watching the clock over the counter. In a few minutes, shed head out to the community center to help Edna Ferguson with the brunch Mayor Bascomb had arranged so that the movie crew could meet the residents of Lake Eden.

Thats Dean Lawrences car, Michelle said, drawing everyones attention to the black limousine that rolled past the window. Hes got his own driver.

Delores looked envious. That must be nice, especially in the winter.

You said it! Carrie agreed. Id love to have a driver whod warm up the car before he came to get me.

A driver would be great, Lisa said. Youd never have to worry about getting a good parking spot. If there wasnt anywhere to park, he could drop you off right in front of wherever you were going.

Thats what I do now, Herb groused, but his loving smile told his new wife that his complaint was far from serious. I guess that makes me your chauffeur.

Maybe it does. Ill look around for one of those cute little hats with the stiff brim.

Dean Lawrences chauffeur isnt just a chauffeur, Michelle spoke up. His name is Connor and hes listed on the credits as a production assistant, just like me, but hes really a combination driver, bodyguard, and secretary.

Hannah turned to smile at her youngest sister. Ill bet he makes more money than you do.

Lots more. Michelle gave a little laugh. Connor makes scale for extras, too. He gets a walk-on part in every movie Mr. Lawrence directs.

D. L. is practically a household name in Hollywood, Andrea informed them. Variety just did an article on him.

D. L.? Hannah turned to her sister in surprise.

Variety? Michele asked, picking up on another part of Andreas comment.

D.L. is how Daily Variety refers to Dean Lawrence, Andrea explained to Hannah. Then she turned to Michelle. And yes, I read Variety every day. I subscribed right after you told us that they were shooting C.I.C. here.

Whats C.I.C.? Hannah asked, wishing her sister wouldnt use so many initials.

Crisis in Cherrywood. Thats the name of the movie. What I want to know is how a little Indy Prod like this landed such a big-name director. After Three Minutes to Paradise, everyone thought hed go on to another big box office success.

Connections, Michelle answered Andreas question. Its all about who you know and who owes you. I asked one of the prop guys about that and he said theres some sort of family connection between Mr. Lawrence and the man who financed the film. He didnt know the details, but he said thats why Mr. Lawrence signed on.

I wonder if theres been any trouble yet, Andrea mused. In the article I read, they called D. L. the Bad Boy Director. Hes got a huge ego and last year he was named the director that most actors love to hate.

Michelle laughed. Mr. Barton told me that, but he said theres an upside. Mr. Lawrence is really hard on his actors, but he makes them look good because he always gets great performances out of them.

As interesting as this is, Ive got to go. Hannah glanced at the clock and slid off her stool. I promised Edna Id be at the community center in less than five minutes.

Andrea got up from the table. Do you need any help? I have to go home to pick up Tracey.

Not really. The foods already down there, and the only things I need to bring are napkins and tablecloths.

Hannah said goodbye to everyone and hurried through the kitchen, grabbing her parka coat on the run. Once shed successfully negotiated the ruts in her alley, she rolled down her window and took a deep gulp of air. The breeze was ice cold, but it felt fresh, full of promise and new beginnings. Almost everyone in town was looking forward to a brush with celebrity and a tiny taste of fame if they were lucky enough to be chosen as extras. The size of the part didnt really matter. They just wanted to appear in the film. And when it was all over and Lake Eden had been captured forever on film, they would exercise bragging rights with friends and relatives who lived more humdrum lives in less fortunate places.

There was a parking spot in front of the community center and Hannah took it. She went around to the back of her truck and opened the rear doors, eyeing the stacks of tablecloths and napkins shed picked up from her condo neighbors, the Hollenbeck sisters, whod washed and ironed them in honor of this special occasion. It had taken her three trips to load them in her truck and it would take that many to deliver them to Edna at the community center kitchen.

Hannah stacked up her first load, the widest brown paper-wrapped bundle on the bottom and smaller paper-wrapped bundles on top. When she had a pyramid of five packages, she picked them up and started for the door.

Hold it! a female voice called out, and Hannah stopped in her tracks. The top bundle was blocking her view and she peered around it like a kid with a periscope to see whod halted her forward progress.

Hi Pam, Hannah greeted Jordan Highs Home Economics teacher.

Girls? Pam addressed the half-dozen high school seniors whod volunteered for waitress duty and were following in her wake. Dont just stand there. You know what to do.

Beth Halvorsen, one of Hannahs favorite high school seniors, led the charge to Hannahs cookie truck and soon the packages were being loaded into younger arms. One of the girls veered off to relieve Hannah of her burden and before she could do more than say thank you, Pams students had disappeared inside the building and Hannah was left as free as a bird, with nothing but her purse to carry.

Its times like this that I wonder if I should have been a teacher, Hannah said, falling into step with last years teacher of the year.

Maybe. My girls adore you.

Dont let that fool you. Its because I bring cookies every time I visit your class.

Youve got a point, Pam said, as they stepped inside and headed for the stairway that led down to the community center banquet room.

The two friends parted ways at the bottom of the stairs. Pam went to help her student teacher, Willa Sunquist, supervise the girls, who were draping tablecloths over the tables and setting out the centerpieces theyd made in class.

Hannah! Edna called out as Hannah pushed open the kitchen door. Im so glad youre here early!

Theres a problem? Hannah asked, guessing that something besides blusher must have caused the high color in Ednas normally pale cheeks.

You can say that again! What can we make to take the place of Loretta Richardsons Sausage and Egg Casserole?

Im not sure. Why do we have to think of something to replace it?

Because Loretta slipped on a patch of ice on the way out to the garage and all three pans spilled in the snow. We need something else and we need it in less than two hours.

Hannah thought fast. Since Edna had been planning to put three pans of Sausage and Egg Casserole in the oven, she had extra oven space. I could make Fruit Pocket French Toast.

Whats that?

Its something my Grandma Ingrid used to bake for breakfast on Christmas morning.

Then its a holiday dish and its bound to be good. How long does it take to make it?

Hannah added up the cooking time of forty-five minutes, preparation time of ten minutes, and standing time of twenty minutes. If I can get all the ingredients I need in ten minutes, I can have it ready to serve in about an hour and a half.

Perfect. Edna looked around for Florence Evans and beckoned her over. Can you open up the Red Owl? Hannahs going to pull off a miracle and she needs supplies in a big hurry.

No problem. Give me a list.

Hannah scrawled a quick list and gave it to Florence. Can you be back in here in ten minutes? Times going to be a factor.

Ill be back in five, Florence promised, grabbing her coat and heading out the door to the parking lot.

While Florence was gone, Hannah and Edna prepared the pans. Theyd just finished heating the butter, brown sugar, and maple syrup theyd found in the community center kitchen when Florence came back carrying two sacks of groceries.

Here, Hannah. I brought you canned peaches, pears, and apricots, she said, setting the cans out on the counter.

Thanks, Florence. What kind of bread did you get?

One loaf of raisin bread, one of egg, and another called country potato. Theyre all sliced. And heres your chopped pecans, whipping cream, eggs, and butter. What can I do to help you?

Open the cans of fruit and dump them in strainers, Hannah instructed. And then you can soften half of the butter in the microwave.

Ill do that, Edna said, grabbing the butter and starting to unwrap it.

While the two women set about their assigned tasks, Hannah poured the heated syrup, brown sugar and butter mixture in the bottoms of the pans. She sprinkled the chopped nuts over the top and was just opening the first loaf of bread when Edna came back with the softened butter.

What do you want me to do with this? Edna asked, holding the bowl aloft.

Make fruit sandwiches. Well do one pan at a time so we wont get mixed up. Butter six pieces of bread and put slices of drained fruit on top. Then cover the fruit with another six slices of buttered bread.

Ill slice the fruit and put it on, Florence volunteered. Its just like making sandwiches for the grandkids. I always lay out the bread in pairs and do it like an assembly line.

Thatll work just fine. When youre through with a sandwich, cut it in half and put it in the pan on top of my syrup mixture. We cant have any more than one layer in each pan. You can crowd them together, but dont overlap them or the recipe wont work.

Okay. What next?

We beat the eggs with sugar and cinnamon, and then we mix in the cream. Is there any vanilla in the pantry? I forgot to add it to the list.

I brought some, just in case, Florence told her, dropping several thin slices of pear on a buttered piece of raisin bread. Its still in the bag.

Hannah found a large bowl and started to crack eggs. When the eggs were beaten with the sugar and cinnamon, she handed the bowl to Edna, who mixed in the cream and added a generous slug of vanilla.

How are you coming? Hannah asked, glancing over at Florence.

All done. Florence added the last sandwich to the pan, and then she headed for the sink to wash her hands.

You can pour the egg mixture over the sandwiches now, Hannah told Edna. Then well cover the pans with plastic wrap and leave them out on the counter for twenty minutes while the oven preheats.

And then we take off the plastic wrap and bake them? Florence asked.

Not quite. We melt the rest of the butter first, and pour it over the sandwiches. Then we bake them.

Thats a lot of butter! Edna commented.

True, but thats what makes them so good. They have to sit for a couple of minutes when they come out of the oven to set up. Then well sprinkle them with powdered sugar and they can be served. Tell whoever does it that a half-sandwich is one serving.

The three women had just settled down to a cup of Ednas excellent coffee at the large round booth that had been especially designed for the kitchen workers, when the kitchen door opened and Winnie Henderson marched in.

Here! she said, setting a box on the round table in the center of the booth with such force that the spoon in Ednas cup rattled. A promise is a promise so I brought em. Six-dozen homemade doughnuts, half powdered sugar, and half cinnamon and sugar. But if Id known what I know now, I never would have promised!

Wait! Edna reached out to grab Winnies hand as the raw-boned farmwoman turned to go. Are you mad at me, Winnie?

Winnie shook her head so hard, the salt and pepper hair she wore in a no-nonsense cut swung across her face. Not you, Edna. Its him! He sold us out just like Judas, excepting this time it wasnt for pieces of silver. He got a part in that movie and thats why hes sitting back and doing nothing to keep our town from getting ruined!

Whos sitting back and doing nothing? Florence asked, eyeing Winnie with some trepidation. Although Winnie didnt weigh more than a hundred pounds and she was at least a decade past the mid-century mark, shed worked hard all her life and she was as strong as an ox. That is

if you dont mind saying, of course. You dont have to say if you dont want to.

Dont mind at all! The more people that know, the better. They ought to find out the truth about the man they vote for year after year. Hes a wolf in sheeps clothing, thats what he is!

Mayor Bascomb? Hannah guessed, since he was Lake Edens most important elected official and shed heard he had a part in the movie.

Thats him! Im glad you said it, Girl. I dont even want his name to pass my lips. And now I got to get going, cause if I set even one of my eyes on him, Im going to kick his you-know-what to kingdom come!

FRUIT POCKET FRENCH TOAST

˝ cup butter (1 stick, ź pound)

1 cup brown sugar, firmly packed

˝ cup maple syrup

1 cup chopped pecans (optional)

Loaf (at least 12 slices) of sliced bread (white, egg, raisin, whatever)

˝ cup butter softened (1 stick, ź pound)

2 cups canned or fresh fruit (any kind except melon or grapes)

8 eggs, beaten

ž cup white (granulated) sugar

2 teaspoons cinnamon

2 cups heavy cream (whipping cream)

2 teaspoons vanilla extract

˝ cup butter (1 stick, ź pound) melted

Powdered (confectioners) sugar to sprinkle

Leave one stick of butter out on the counter to soften it, or unwrap it and nuke it for a few seconds in the microwave.

If youre using canned fruit, open it and dump it in a strainer now.

Heat a second stick of butter, the brown sugar, and the maple syrup in a microwave-safe bowl on HIGH for 2˝ minutes (I used a quart measuring cup) or in a pan on the stove, stirring constantly, until the butter is melted. Spray a 9-inch by 13-inch cake pan with Pam or other nonstick spray and pour the syrup mixture in the bottom. Sprinkle with the chopped pecans, if you decide to use them.

Lay out twelve slices of breadyoure going to make fruit sandwiches.

Spread softened butter on one slice of bread. Top it with well-drained fruit cut in very thin slices (Berries or pineapple can be crushed.)

Spread butter on a second slice of bread and use it to cover the bread with the fruit. Cut this fruit sandwich in half and place it in the pan on top of the syrup mixture. Make 5 more sandwiches, cut them in half, and put them in the pan. You can crowd them a bit, but do not overlap the bread.

Press the sandwiches down with a flat metal spatula. Squish that bread!

Beat the eggs with the sugar and the cinnamon. Add the cream and the vanilla, mixing thoroughly. Pour this mixture over the bread in the pan.

Cover the pan with plastic wrap or foil and let it stand out on the counter for a minimum of twenty minutes. (If youre having a fancy breakfast, you can also make this the night before and keep it in the refrigerator until its time to bake it.)

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the center position.

Take off the plastic wrap. Melt the third stick of butter. Drizzle it over the top of the sandwiches.

Bake the Fruit Pocket French Toast at 350 degrees F. uncovered, for approximately 45 minutes, or until the top has browned. Let the pan cool on a wire rack for at least five minutes.

To serve: Sprinkle the top of the pan with powdered sugar before you carry it to the table. This will make it much prettier. Dish out the Fruit Pocket French Toast with a metal spatula, and offer more syrup and butter for those who want it. A half sandwich is one serving.

Yield: 12 half-sandwich servings.

Hannahs Note: If you want to make this and youre really in a pickle because you dont have any fruit, try spreading the bread with a layer of fruit jam or marmalade. I havent tried this, but Ill bet you a batch of my best cookies that itll work!

Chapter

Five

Naturally, Hannah had been elected to serve the Fruit Pocket French Toast and she was glad shed worn the pale lavender silk blouse Claire Rodgers had assured her would dress up any outfit, even a pair of black jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. The blouse had been expensive, but Claire had given Hannah her usual good-neighbor discount since Claires boutique, Beau Monde Fashions, was right next to Hannahs shop.

This is a wonderful brunch dish, Hannah, Delores came up to compliment her. Have you made it before? It reminds me of something, but Im not quite sure what it is.

Grandma Ingrids Fruit Pocket French Toast, except she made it with apple slices.

Of course! Delores reached out to pat Hannahs shoulder with one perfectly manicured hand. It was always my favorite, but so rich! And extremely fattening, with all those carbs. Delores leaned a little closer. Better watch it, dear. I think youve gained a little around the hips. That blouse hides it really well, but still

when a woman gets to be a certain age, she has to be more conscientious about her diet.

Hannah managed to keep her polite smile in place, but she had the urge to upend the nearly empty pan with its residue of sticky caramel-maple syrup on top of her mothers impeccably styled coiffeur.

Well! Enough about that. Youve heard it all before.

Hannah looked up at her mother in surprise. Delores actually sounded a bit apologetic about her previous comment. But her next statement shattered that illusion.

You really ought to change to shoes, Hannah. Those boots dont go with your outfit at all. And a little lipstick and makeup wouldnt hurt.

I dont like to wear makeup.

I know you dont, but men notice things like that. They want a wife whos well groomed, someone they can be proud to be seen with.

Youre forgetting that two men proposed to me and I wasnt wearing a lick of makeup at the time.

Oh. Delores frowned slightly. Well

there is that. Im sorry, dear. Truce?

Truce, Hannah agreed with a smile, squelching the nasty little voice in her head that whispered, I wouldnt take your advice about men on a bet, Mother. Just look where it got you with Winthrop!

Hannah had just filled her own plate and slid into a chair directly across from Mike and Norman when Michelle came rushing up. She was followed by a thirty-something guy with dark hair, and Hannah assumed he was one of the movie crew. He wasnt leading-man handsome, but he was certainly good-looking in an intriguing way. His eyes were a bit too close together, but they were a brilliant blue that more than made up for the former defect. And they were framed with long, dark lashes that most women could achieve only with long minutes in front of the mirror and the very best lash-lengthening mascara. His mouth was generous, wide enough to match his nose, and his clean-shaven chin was strong. Definitely an attractive man, Hannah decided. Not really conventionally handsome, but eye-catching all the same.

Michelle arrived at Hannahs side and turned back to face the man who was following her. This is my sister, Hannah. She owns the cookie shop that Mitch couldnt stop talking about. And Hannah? Michelle swiveled to give her oldest sister a smile. This is Mr. Barton, the writerproducer of Crisis in Cherrywood.

Hannah gasped as the man smiled. He looked very different from the last time shed seen him almost four years ago, but there was no mistaking the distinctive dimple in his left cheek. Ross Bartonovich?

Its Barton, now. Makes it easier for me to spell. He swept Hannah up in his arms and whirled her around in a circle. You look even better than you did back then.

I dont, Hannah quickly denied it, but she started to laugh as Ross lifted her in a giant bear hug and her feet came up off the floor. And she laughed harder still as she saw the expression of total disbelief on her sisters face.

You

you two know each other? Michelle asked.

Were a blast from the past. Twenty-two forty-seven Muskrat Lane, second floor in the rear. Right, Hannah?

Right. And we should have knocked a hole in the wall because we were always together. Is Linda here?

Shes here, but its not Linda anymore. Now its Lynne, Lynne Larchmont.

Larchmont? But I thought you two were getting marri

 Hannah stopped speaking and the color crept up her cheeks. Shed never been very good at small talk, and she was especially handicapped now with her foot stuck firmly in her mouth. Im sorry, she said at last. I shouldnt have asked.

Thats okay. It just didnt work out, thats all. A lot of things changed when you left school and we werent the Three Muskrateers anymore.

So you went to college together? Michelle asked, saving Hannah from replying.

Ross turned to her and nodded. Thats right. I should have told you, but I wanted to surprise Hannah.

Well

you did! Hannah managed.

I interrupted your brunch, Ross said, glancing at Hannahs barely touched plate. How about if I get another cup of coffee and join you while you eat? We can talk about old times.

Ill get it, Mr. Barton, Michelle offered quickly. Just sit down and Ill bring it right over.

Ross held out Hannahs chair and then he grabbed another from a nearby table and slid in next to her. Hannah glanced quickly at Mike and Norman. Theyd been talking to each other, but now they were silent. Both of her suitors looked wary as they stared at Ross Barton, almost as if theyd been taking a leisurely stroll through the woods and were suddenly face-to-face with a bobcat.

Hannah tried to think of something to say, anything to get everyone talking. But Ross didnt seem at all disconcerted by Normans and Mikes wary gazes. He held out his hand in a gesture of goodwill to Mike.

Ross Barton. Im the writerproducer. And youre

?

Mike had no choice. He reached out to shake Rosss hand. Mike Kingston. Acting sheriff of Winnetka County.

Glad to meet you, Ross stared hard at Mike, and Hannah knew he was sizing him up. Ever done any acting?

Me? Mike looked surprised. Nope, never have.

Ive got a walk-on part that would be perfect for you.

Oh, yeah?

As a matter of fact, its right up your alley. We need to cast a small-town sheriff. Hes a professional, but he knows everyone in town and hes got a heart. He comes in right after the suicide scene, and hes got a few lines. Are you interested?

Maybe. Mike was noncommittal, but Hannah knew him well enough to see that he was intrigued.

You could do some security work for us, too. After hours, of course, so it wouldnt interfere with your regular duties. Were a small company and the pays not all that great, but youd get screen credit.

Well

I guess I could give it a whirl.

Hannah glanced over at Norman and thought she detected a bit of envy in his demeanor. Was everyone in town with the exception of Winnie Henderson and yours truly being seduced by the bright klieg lights of movie fame? she wondered.

Id like you on the crew, too. Ross held out his hand to Norman.

Me? Norman gulped slightly. But Im not in law enforcement.

I know that. Michelle told me that youre the town dentist and we need you to be on call. You never know when somebodys going to break a cap and need a quick fix to go on with a scene. It would mean a screen credit for you, too.

Count me in, Norman said, shaking Rosss hand and looking pleased.

Hannah looked at Ross with new respect. Hed effectively diffused a tense situation and suddenly he was Normans and Mikes new best friend. But was he really? Hannah gave a little shiver as Rosss arm brushed hers. Had their chairs been this close together when theyd sat down? Or had Ross inched over so that he could be closer to her?

Michelle came up carrying a cup of coffee. Here you go, Mr. Barton. Is there anything else I can do for you?

Not right

yes, there is. Ross obviously changed his mind in midsentence. Ive just cast Mike here as the Sheriff of Cherrywood and Normans going to be our crew dentist. Why dont you introduce them to the rest of the cast and crew? Thatll save time later, at the auditions.

It was no sooner mentioned than it was accomplished. Mike and Norman stood up and Michelle led them away to do the introductions. The moment they had left, Ross turned to Hannah. So? What do you think of the new assertive me?

Its a big change, Hannah said honestly. The Ross shed known at school had been content to sit back and wait for someone elses suggestions. This older, more mature Ross had morphed into someone who led, not followed.

Do you like me the way I am now? Or was it better the way I was back then?

What a question! Hannah said with a laugh. I liked the old you just fine. But I dont know the new you well enough to say.

Well

well have to remedy that, Ross said, slipping his arm around Hannahs shoulder and giving her a squeeze. Its wonderful to see you again, Hannah. I never said anything, but did you know I had a terrible crush on you in college?

Hannah, whod just taken a bite of scrambled eggs, swallowed with difficulty. She would have died rather than admit it, but Rosss crush on her had been reciprocated in spades! I

but

 Hannah stopped and regrouped. You were living with Linda!

I know, but a guy can dream. I always thought we were better suited. She never laughed at my jokes or picked up on my drama quotes.

Come on, Ross. Thats not really fair. I had to know my plays. I was taking a seminar on American Theater. Linda majored in art history.

But she had a minor in drama. And youve got to admit that my quotes werent obscure. Pop, Im a dime a dozen and so are you.

Biff in Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller, Hannah answered, and then she drew a deep breath. Ross was right, the lines hed quoted had been so well known that any drama student should have recognized them. But there was no way shed say anything negative about Linda, especially since she wasnt here to defend herself. Hannah looked around for the old friend in question, but she didnt spot her. You said Lind

 Hannah stopped to correct herself. You said Lynne was here, but I dont see her. Where is she?

Shes sitting right over there with Burke Anson. You recognize him from those Surf n Turf commercials, dont you?

Hannah nodded. According to the financial column in the Lake Eden Journal, Surf n Turf, the national chain of steak and seafood restaurants, had tripled their business after hiring Burke as their spokesman. But

Lynne is the blonde?

Right. You probably dont recognize her, because she had some work done.

Work? Like in plastic surgery?

Thats right. A new nose, some nips and tucks, a couple of enhancements, liposuction, cosmetic dentistry, a good hair stylist, and the best personal trainer in L.A.

Hannah didnt say anything. She couldnt. She was too surprised. Lynne didnt look at all like the slightly plump, brown-haired girl with the gap between her front teeth. Now, she was thin and glamorous, with a nose that looked much straighter and teeth that were white and even.

I never would have recognized her, she said, shaking her head. Is Larchmont her stage name?

Yes, but its also her married name. After we split up, Linda changed her name to Lynne and went out to California to try to make it in the biz. She was there for over six months and almost ready to give it up and catch the next Greyhound home when she got lucky and landed a small part in a TV drama. That led to another, slightly bigger part in a made-for-cable movie, and thats when she met Tom Larchmont. She always says that being Toms wife is the best part she ever landed. Hes rich, a lot older than she is, and hes totally crazy about her.

Hannah could hear the sincerity in Rosss voice. You dont sound at all bitter.

Im not. Toms a nice guy and Im glad Lynne found someone. It worked out great for me, too. Toms financing this whole project because Lynne read my script and she told him she wanted to play the lead.

Whats the movie about? Hannah asked him.

Lynnes character, Amy, is haunted by memories of her father. Hes dead, a suicide, but she just cant come to terms with it and it begins to break up her marriage. Then her aunt dies, the aunt that raised her, and her shrink tells her to go back home for the funeral and try to lay the ghost of her father to rest. Amy goes back to Cherrywood, stays in her old family home with her older brother, Jody, and starts to have flashes of memory that dont mesh with the explanation he gave her the night of their fathers death. Are you with me so far?

Im with you. Hannah said, clearly fascinated by the story that was unfolding. So the story the brother told Amy was a lie?

Thats right. Amy realizes that shes been brainwashed by Jody and her fraternal aunt, the woman who came to live with them after their father died. The aunt knew Jody killed his father, but she perpetuated the lie because she didnt want her nephew to go to jail.

A circle of lies, Hannah commented.

Right. During the cocktail party that Jody hosts for her on the last evening of her visit, Amy relives the night of her fathers death, which took place right before a big cocktail party. It all comes back to her with startling clarity, and she finally realizes that Jody killed their father, why he did it, and how.

Sounds fascinating. Does she confront Jody when the memories come back?

Yes, and its the pivotal scene in the movie. When Amy tells Jody she remembers, he kills himself with the same gun he used to kill their father.

You mean right there at the party in front of the guests?

Thats right.

Hannah frowned slightly. Thats awfully dark.

Thats true. There are a couple of cheerful scenes of Amy as a child and as a teenager that lighten it up a little, but its still the story of a fatally flawed family. The only thing that saves it from complete tragedy is that Lynnes character goes back to her husband and family at the end.

Hannah glanced over at Lynne again, wondering if her college friend could handle such a demanding part.

Oh, she can do it, Ross said, answering Hannahs unspoken question. She was always a pretty good actress and shes gotten even better over the years. When she married Tom, he sent her to a top-notch acting coach and she worked one-on-one with him for almost two years.

Good for her. How about Burke Anson? Does he play her husband?

Ross shook his head. Hes her brother, Jody. This is his first movie role. Burkes a better actor than youd think from watching his commercials.

Really? Hannah gave a little laugh. You mean he can do more than hang ten?

A lot more. You probably think of him as an empty-headed surfer, but hes capable of showing a surprising depth of emotion.

Hannah nodded, but her face revealed her doubts. Burke was in his late twenties, a deeply tanned actor with sun-bleached hair who looked strangely naked without his surfboard. There was no way Hannah could imagine him playing a tortured young man with a traumatic past.

I saw your shop when we drove past. It looks like you, Hannah.

It is me. I bought it, I decorated it, and I ran it alone until I found a perfect partner. Are you going to use it in your movie?

Just the outside, but Id like you to keep on baking cookies, if thats all right with you. Well pay you extra if youll cater coffee and cookies for the cast and crew. Our meals are taken care of. Were staying out at the Lake Eden Inn and Mrs. Laughlins providing a breakfast buffet and dinner. Shell pack box lunches for everyone and most of the crew will be eating lunch right here. I just thought it would be nice if the senior staff and cast could eat our lunches at The Cookie Jar, since its midway between most of the locations were using.

Thats fine with me, Hannah said quickly. It would be nice to be in the thick of things and Lisa would be thrilled to hear the latest movie news.

Hannah glanced over at Lynne again. She didnt seem all that interested in her handsome costar, but she was certainly mesmerized by the rugged-looking man sitting across from her at the table. Is that Dean Lawrence? she asked, remembering the picture Andrea had shown her in the back issue of Variety.

In the flesh. I still cant believe how lucky I am that he agreed to sign on as director. Dean has all sorts of contacts for distribution and were sure to pick up a deal at Sundance. Hes already talking about Cannes and even a possible Oscar nomination!

Hannah was dubious. Thats impressive, but are you sure its not pie in the sky?

Pretty sure. Deans a big name in the business and any project he works on gets tons of prerelease publicity. Of course everyone tries to get a little buzz going, even Dean.

And you? Hannah teased.

Me, too.

Hannah remembered what Andrea had said about Deans signing on because of family connections. Perhaps it was true, but shed ask the source. How did you get such an important director?

Tom Larchmont arranged it. Deans wife, Sharyn, is Toms niece, and I worked out a deal with them.

Can you tell me about it?

Ross leaned closer, even though there wasnt anyone close enough to hear. All I have to do is keep Dean productive, sober, faithful, and happy.

That doesnt sound too hard, Hannah commented.

It is, though. The productive part is easy. Dean never misses a day of work. Directing is his life. He loves to play God and intimidate people. But thats only one out of four.

Theres still keeping him sober, faithful, and happy. Hannah stated the obvious.

Precisely. Dean loves to drink. And when he has one too many, he also loves to

well

lets just say that hes been known to exercise poor judgment when it comes to women.

But what can you do about that?

Im keeping an eye on him. Ive been his best buddy for the past six weeks, keeping him on the straight and narrow, but it hasnt been easy. At least that part of the jobs almost over. Sharyn and Tom are flying in on Tuesday night and theyre staying for the wrap party on Saturday. Sharyn will keep Dean honest.

And shell also take care of the fourth thing? Keeping him happy?

Not necessarily, but you might be able to help on that one. Do you make cherry cheesecake?

Hannah was a bit disconcerted by this new tangent. She figured Ross didnt want to talk about the relationship between Dean Lawrence and his wife. But rather than quiz him on something that was none of her business, something that she could probably find out anyway from another member of the cast or crew, she responded quickly to his query. If you want it, I can bake it.

Good. If you can make it the way Dean likes it, itll do a lot to take care of item number four. He loves cherry cheesecake, and having one delivered every morning makes him happy and puts him in a good mood for hours. Do you think you could do that?

Sure.

Youre a doll, Hannah. Ross gave her another little hug. We paid forty dollars a cake plus ten dollars delivery at the last location. And Dean said that cheesecake was all right, but not special. How about fifty if you deliver it to the Winnebago hes using as his office every morning? Itll come straight off the top of the production budget.

Deal, Hannah said quickly, not mentioning that shed been about to quote him a price that was less than half of what hed offered. Ross was paying way too much for a simple cheesecake, but that was what hed paid before and she didnt want to sell her baked goods short. Now all she had to do was find out what qualities Dean Lawrence liked in a cheesecake and make sure the cherry cheesecake she baked had every one of them.

Chapter

Six

Lake Edenites, or whatever the proper collective noun was for citizens of Lake Eden, Minnesota, believed that dessert was the best part of a brunch. Hannah and Edna had just finished bringing every dessert theyd made out to the serving table, turning it into a true groaning board, when Andrea rushed up to Hannah.

Ive got great news! Do you have a minute?

Sure. Just let me get a cup of coffee.

I need one, too.

Okay, Ill get coffee for both of us. You go stake out a place at one of the tables.

When Hannah, a cup of coffee in each hand, looked around for her sister, she found Andrea sitting at one of the overflow tables, a small two-person round pedestal affair that was barely large enough for two plates and two cups of coffee. As she headed over, Hannah assumed that her sisters news wasnt for public consumption and shed deliberately found a place to talk where they wouldnt be overheard.

Wheres Tracey? Hannah asked, setting her sisters coffee down in front of her.

With Mother and Carrie. And I left Bethany home with Grandma McCann, Andrea named her live-in babysitter. She was sleeping like a little angel when I left.

Andrea waited until Hannah had settled into her chair, and then she leaned forward for a private conversation. That was overkill on her part because even though there were two long tables on either side of them, they were completely empty. Everyone whod sat there for the first part of the brunch was off getting dessert and there was absolutely no one within earshot. Michele just told me that you know him!

Ross? Hannah guessed. It was an educated guess based on a process of elimination since Ross Barton was the only movie man she knew.

I took Tracey over to meet him when he pulled into the lot. We just happened to be getting out of the car.

How long did you have to sit there freezing? Hannah asked, not believing a word of it.

Only a little over a half hour, and we ran the heater every ten minutes or so. Anyway, we walked in with Mr. Barton, and he invited us to the auditions this afternoon. Isnt that fantastic?

Yes, it is, Hannah said, impressed with her sisters ambition. Only a truly dedicated stage mother would sit in a parked car in the winter so that she could waylay a producer in the parking lot. Is Tracey going to try out as an extra?

Only if she doesnt get the part of Amy as a child. I think she looks just like her, dont you?

Who?

The female lead. Shes the gorgeous blonde in the aquamarine dress. Another actress is playing her as a teenager, but they need someone for the childs role.

Hannah glanced across the room, where Lynne was holding court with several of Lake Edens most personable would-be Romeos. Youre right. I didnt notice it before, but Tracey looks a lot like Lynne.

Lynne? Andrea looked surprised at her sisters use of the stars first name. Dont tell me you know her, too!

Of course I do. I went to college with Ross and Lynne. We lived in the same apartment building, right next to each other.

Oh, Hannah! Andrea reached out to clasp her sisters hand. Im so glad you went to college!

I take it that the knowledge of English Literature I brought back to Lake Eden with me is not the primary reason.

The color rose in Andreas cheeks and she looked slightly embarrassed. Thats not fair, Hannah. Of course Im proud of you because you know a lot about books and things like that. But what I really meant was



Thats enough, Hannah interrupted her, and smiled a bit to take the sting out of her words. I know exactly what you meant. You want me to use what influence I have with Ross and with Lynne to get the part for Tracey.

Thats true. I know it might sound a little cold-blooded, but everyone uses the contacts they make, and their contacts use them right back. Thats one of the first things I learned in real estate college.

Right. Ill do what I can, Andrea. I think Tracey would be perfect for the part. How about the teenager whos playing Amy? Does she look like Tracey, too?

Andrea glanced over at the table where most of the cast was sitting. I think she does, but judge for yourself. Her name is Erica James and shes sitting right next to Dean Lawrence.

Hannah looked over and gave a little gasp.

Whats wrong?

Shes giving Dean Lawrence a very steamy look and hes giving it right back to her. And on top of that, shes practically sitting in his lap! How old is this Lolita-in-training anyway?

Lolita?

Its a novel by Nabokov.

Oh, that Lolita. I think we had to read it in high school.

Hannahs eyebrows shot up. She doubted that very much, but she didnt bother to correct her sister.

Anyway, you asked about how old she is, Andrea picked up the thread of their conversation. I asked Michelle and she said fifteen. See that woman sitting next to her?

I see her, Hannah said, eyeing the attractive woman sitting next to the wayward nymphet.

Well, thats her mother, Andrea went on with her explanation. Her name is Jeanette, and Michelle says shes here to supervise Erica and make sure she doesnt get into any trouble.

Big job, Hannah commented and as she watched, Jeanette James grabbed her daughters arm and pulled her closer to whisper something in her ear. The burgeoning sex kitten pursed her lips in a pout, but she pushed back her chair and dutifully changed places with her mother. Jeanette James looks tired. Maybe its a good thing her watchdog role is almost over.

What do you mean?

Sharyn is flying in on Tuesday night.

Whos Sharyn?

Dean Lawrences wife.

Andrea looked completely astonished. Dont tell me you know her, too!

No, Ive never met her. All I know is, Ross said they were flying in on Tuesday night for the last few days of shooting and theyll stay for the wrap party on Saturday.

Andrea looked envious. Thats so exciting. I guess youll be going, especially since you know Ross and Lynne. I saw him with his arm around you and hell probably ask you to be his date. I dont suppose Ill get invited.

Ill make sure you get an invitation, Hannah promised, 99 percent certain that Ross would grant her that small favor. Besides, if Tracey gets the part, youll both be invited.

Youre right. I didnt think of that. Uh-oh!

Uh-oh what?

Im being summoned.

Whos summoning you?

Mother and Carrie. They probably want me to take Tracey. Id better go.

Ill go with you. I havent said hello to Tracey yet.

The two sisters got up and walked toward the table where their mother and Carrie were sitting across from each other. Tracey was nowhere in sight.

Wheres Tracey? Andrea asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down next to her mother.

With Mr. Barton. He asked if he could take her over to his table and introduce her to the actress playing the lead.

Oh boy! Andrea breathed, and then she turned toward Hannah, whod just taken the chair next to Carrie. Thats got to be good, doesnt it?

It couldnt be bad. I dont think hed introduce her to a member of the cast unless he was interested.

Interested in what? Delores asked.

Using Tracey in the movie. Andrea beamed from ear to ear. We ran into Mr. Barton on the way in, and he invited us to the auditions this afternoon.

Do you have a copy of the script? Carrie asked, leaning closer to Andrea, even though no one else at the table was paying the least bit of attention to them.

No. Do you have one?

Of course we do, Delores opened her tote bag so that they could see the script inside. Mr. Barton sent it to us right after we agreed to collect all the props his man couldnt find and check everything for authenticity. Take the whole tote, dear. Theres a copy machine in the library. You can get the key from Marge and run upstairs to make a copy.

Andrea took the tote with a smile. What a great idea! Then Tracey can rehearse before we go to the audition. Thanks, Mother. You and Carrie are the best!

Once Andrea had rushed off to find Marge and get the key to the library, Hannah stood up to go. I guess Id better see if Edna



Aunt Hannah! a small voice interrupted her and Hannah turned to see Tracey and Ross heading their way. Hi, Honey.

Hi! Both Tracey and Ross spoke at once and then they turned to each other and laughed.

Hannah laughed right along with them. Not you, Ross. I was talking to my niece.

And here I thought you were really warming up to me. Ross gave her a slightly crooked grin.

Tracey glanced from her aunt to Ross, and then back again. Youre probably going to tell me its none of my business, but are you two flirting?

No, Hannah said, overlapping Rosss reply of Yes.

I see, Tracey said, giggling. Just let me know when I should stop calling you Mr. Barton and switch to Uncle Ross, okay? Im going up to the buffet table to get some dessert.

Ross waited until Tracey had left and then he mopped his brow with his handkerchief. Whew! Shes a real pistol. I bet you were just like her at that age.

Not at all. I was a shy, retiring child.

Hannahs smile belied her words and Ross laughed. Right. I just cant get over how bright Tracey is. When I introduced her to the head of the makeup department, she asked about the differences between stage makeup, movie makeup, and street makeup.

Thats Tracey, Hannah replied, proud that her niece could phrase intelligent questions. Did Lynne like her?

Lynne was crazy about her. They talked for a couple of minutes and then Lynne said if she ever had a daughter, shed want her to be just like Tracey.

What did they talk about?

Lynnes career. Tracey said shed seen her in one of her TV dramas and she wanted to know if Lynne was really crying in one scene. Lynne said no, she was acting, and Tracey could hardly believe it. She said it looked so real to her that she started to sniffle.

Smart move, Hannah thought, but she didnt say it. Actors always loved to hear their work praised.

Then she asked Lynne to please not mention it to her mother, because the program was on after her bedtime and she sneaked downstairs to watch it.

And Lynne promised?

Of course.

Hannah just shook her head, remembering a psychology class shed taken in college. The professor had said, Get someone to do a favor for you, and their opinion of you will rise. At first that hadnt made sense to Hannah, but then shed thought long and hard about it. She believed that she was a good judge of character and if she took the time and the trouble to grant a favor to someone, then that someone must be worthy. Asking for a promise from Lynne was a favor, and Lynne had granted it. That meant her opinion of Tracey had risen. Tracey might not know the psychology behind manipulating people, but shed accomplished it with amazing acumen. Of course shed learned from a master, her mother. And also from the grand master of manipulation, her grandmother Delores.

So Tracey charmed everyone? Hannah asked, certain that Rosss answer would be in the affirmative.

Even Erica and her mother, and they were sitting there glaring at each other before Tracey came on the scene. She had both of them eating out of her hand and smiling at each other within two minutes. If she does a good job of reading for the part, Im going to cast her.

You wont be disappointed, Hannah promised. Traceys a talented girl with a sunny personality, and she gets along with everybody.

I can see that.

Hannah smiled as they walked over to the table where Delores and Carrie were sitting. As coincidence would have it, shed watched a documentary about stage mothers on television last night and theyd mentioned several whod been positively spiteful when the demands they made for their child stars werent met. And as Ross greeted Delores and Carrie, Hannah couldnt help thinking, I just hope Andrea isnt like that!

Just between the four of us, I think shes perfect for the part, Ross said, glancing over at Tracey, who sat two tables away with her friend, Karen Dunwright. I wish Id brought a copy of the script with me. Her mother could read it to her.

You mean, she could read it to her mother, Hannah corrected him. Tracey reads on a fifth-grade level.

I thought Tracey was in kindergarten!

She is. She taught herself to read about a year and a half ago, and shes been checking out library books ever since.

Maybe I should run back to the trailer and get her a copy of the script.

You dont have to do that, Delores said, and a bit of guilty color rose in her cheeks. Carrie and I gave Andrea our script. Shes upstairs in the library, copying it.

Ross didnt look upset at this news, and Hannah figured he didnt mind at all that Traceys family had banded together to give her an edge at the auditions. How are you ladies coming along with the props?

Just fine, Delores answered for both of them. Weve spent the past several weeks going through farmhouse attics and storage sheds. I think we have everything on that list your prop man gave us. We have to talk, though. We found a couple of discrepancies for something thats set in the fifties.

Like what?

Your prop man wanted us to find a period cable box for the television set. Small towns in Minnesota didnt have cable in the fifties.

Good for you for catching that!

Thats not all, but we can go into it later, Carrie spoke up. Delores and I were around back then, and we remember what it looked like.

Delores flashed Carrie a dirty look. What Carrie means is, people in Lake Eden dont redecorate until things wear out. That means the fifties look stayed around for at least twenty years.

Good save, Mother! Hannah thought silently, hiding a most unladylike snort of laughter by coughing into her napkin. Delores was an expert at thinking on her feet, and shed crawl through a field filled with cow pies before shed divulge her true age.

Ross exchanged a glance with Hannah and she thought she saw an amused twinkle in his eyes. Then he turned back to Delores. Michelle told me how you decorated your store to look like the first mayors house for the Winter Carnival.

Thats right. We didnt have pictures, of course, but there were letters from the first mayors wife to her sister back east and she didnt stint on words describing the new house that her husband built for her. With a little more research, Carrie and I were able to replicate that house. It was a showplace for its day, built shortly before the turn of the century. She gave a little laugh. The last century, that is. Eighteen ninety-three, to be exact.

Very impressive. I know its a lot to ask, but Michelle thought you might be able to do it again, but this time make it a house in the nineteen fifties.

We could do it, Delores! Carrie spoke up excitedly.

Well

Im sure that we could, but

 Delores stopped to give a little sigh, but Hannah, who was watching her mother closely, saw the gleam of avarice in her eyes. It would be a lot of work. And wed have to store the antiques from other periods.

I have a whole crew at my disposal and my carpenters can build you a temporary storage facility. Actually, we could do it according to code and make it permanent. That way, youd be able to keep it for future use.

That would be nice. We could always use more storage.

Of course my crew would be at your beck and call for painting, wallpapering, moving furniture, whatever youd need. It would be a matter of just dressing the downstairs. Michelle showed me pictures of the inside and we wont need any structural changes. We might have to take out a window or two to get a particular shot, but naturally wed replace those.

How long would we have to decorate it?

Thats part of the problem. Id need it by Wednesday afternoon.

Ross turned to look at Carrie, who was wise enough to realize who was running the show. Thats up to Delores, she said.

Delores? Ross gave her a smile. Did I mention that youd be paid very well for your trouble? And that after were through shooting, my crew will put everything back exactly the way it was?

No, you didnt mention that.

Cut to the chase, Hannah thought, but both Ross and her mother remained silent. Perhaps it was time for her to take the initiative and get this thing settled before the whipped cream on top of Ednas Jell-O parfait turned into a milky lake.

How about screen credit? Hannah threw out her suggestion.

Good idea! Screen credit for both you and Carrie. And there may be a part in the movie for you. Just a small walk-on with one line apiece, but that might be fun for you. Do we have a deal?

Delores glanced at Carrie, who was nodding like one of the old-fashioned dipping birds that Doc Bennett used to set up on his windowsill to keep his young patients occupied while he drilled.

We have a deal, Delores said.

Thank you all for inviting us here this afternoon, Ross stood in front of the crowd at the podium Mayor Bascomb usually used to open town meetings or call everyone to the table at potluck dinners. Youve shown real hospitality by inviting the cast and crew to brunch. Ive got to tell you that if this movie is half as good as the food we had here today, itll be a huge box office success.

There was laughter and Ross waited until it had died down. Hannah was impressed. When shed first known him, hed been shy around people, but hed certainly gained a lot of self-confidence in the years theyd been out of touch.

Michelle Swensen is my local production assistant, and she tells me that in a town the size of Lake Eden, all you have to do is mention something to one person and before the days out, everybody in town knows about it. Does everyone know that we need extras for the crowd scenes and were hoping youll help us out?

There was more applause and a couple of whistles from some of the high school crowd. And do you know that were holding auditions at the school this afternoon for some walk-on parts in the movie?

We know! someone shouted out, and Ross laughed.

I figured youd know all about it, because Michelle said if I told one person that would do it. And I told Michelle.

This time the whole room exploded into laughter, and Michelle stood up and took a bow.

Auditions are at Jordan High auditorium from two to four. Therell be sign-up sheets for extras, and a half-dozen or so walk-on parts we need to fill. He turned to Michelle to confirm it, and she shook her head. Okay, Im wrong. How many parts, Michelle?

Twelve, counting the plumber.

I stand corrected. Its twelve parts. I hope youll all drop by to sign up to be an extra in the crowd scenes and to try out for the bigger parts. We need

 Ross stopped speaking and held out his hand to Michelle. Do you have that list?

Michelle walked up to the podium to hand it to him, and Ross began to read. We need a plumber, two waitresses for a cocktail party, a grade school teacher, a florist, a caterer, a bus driver, a party planner, a pianist, a filling station attendant, a mailman, and

 Ross paused to let the tension build, 

a really lousy driver whos just been in an accident. But dont go out and wreck your cars or anything like that. We never get to see this person drive on screen. All he has to do is go to makeup so our talented team can outfit him with fake bruises, a couple of bandages, and a pair of crutches.

Ross referred to the sheet again. There are also a couple of larger parts we need to fill. We need two policemen, two local women who come for the cocktail party, someone to play the female lead as a child, and a mayor. Thats it, except

we also need a cat.

A real cat? someone asked.

A real cat. Does anyone know someone who has a big orange and white tomcat, about twenty-five pounds or so, blind in one eye, and with a torn ear?

Hannahs mouth dropped open in surprise as everyone in the room swiveled to look at her. I

you just described my cat!

I know, Ross said, and everyone laughed. Your sister told me and we thought wed like to use him in the movie. You dont have to bring him in to the high school to audition. I know cats arent fond of traveling. Have dinner with me tonight out at the inn and you can tell me all about him. And then, if everythings a go, well go back to your place so I can take a look at him. Is that all right with you?

Thats fine, Hannah said, smiling at him. And then she happened to spot Mikes scowling face. She turned slightly to glance at Norman and saw that he was scowling every bit as hard as Mike.

Uh-oh, Hannah breathed, gulping slightly. Unless she was terribly mistaken, Ross had just asked her for a date in front of the whole town, and shed accepted.

Chapter

Seven

The auditorium at Jordan High was crowded, but Hannah found a spot in the back row. The acoustics werent good here, because of the balcony overhang, so most people knew to avoid it. Hannah figured the back row would be perfect for her, since she was only here to watch Tracey. When it was her nieces turn to audition, she could stand up and move out to the aisle where she could hear better.

Hannah Fandana!

Hannah whirled around as a well-known voice from the past greeted her. Hi, Linda

except Ross told me not to call you that anymore. He said youre Lynne Larchmont now.

Im still Linda to you. Its really great to see you, Hannah! You havent changed a bit.

You have. You were always pretty, but now youre glamorous.

Id better be! The new, glamorous Lynne gave a little laugh. I spent a lot of money to get this way. My dental bill was astronomical, not to mention what I paid to my plastic surgeon, and my makeup and hair stylists. You can purchase glamour, you know.

But you lost weight, too. You cant buy weight loss with money.

Thats true. Weight loss is a perk you get when youre poor. I was so broke when I got out to L.A., I couldnt afford to buy food.

What did you do?

I asked my dates to take me to all-you-can-eat buffets, and I lined my biggest purse with a plastic bag. When the guy wasnt looking, I shoveled in the food and then I went back for more. I dont think I spent more than a dollar on food until I landed my first part. And by then, Id lost twenty pounds.

Hannah laughed, but she felt a little stab of envy as Lynne slipped into the seat next to her. Theyd been able to borrow each others clothes when they were in college, but now Lynne was Andreas size. Instead of dwelling on the twenty or so pounds she should lose and probably wouldnt anytime soon, Hannah decided to switch subjects. Im sorry you broke up with Ross. I always thought you two were a perfect couple.

So did I, for a while. But people grow up and they change. Ross and I wanted different things out of life and we grew apart.

Hannah was silent. It didnt seem like theyd wanted different things way back then. Lynne had wanted to be an actress and Ross had wanted to write and produce. And since that was what they were doing now, where did the bit about wanting different things come in?

Im really sorry about Bradford, Lynne reached out to put a hand on Hannahs arm as she mentioned the name of Hannahs college boyfriend, the assistant professor whod started to date her without mentioning that he was already engaged. I know your father died and thats the official story you gave for leaving college, but Ross and I figured that Bradford had something to do with it. Hes divorced now, in case youre interested.

Not even on a very lonely night, Hannah said, leaving it at that. What did you think of my niece, Tracey?

Shes absolutely adorable! Talking to her is like talking to a little adult, and thats exactly the quality we need in the actress who plays Amy as a child. I told Ross I thought she was perfect for the part.

Hannah felt a big smile spread across her face. She loved to hear people sing Traceys praises.

They should be holding tryouts for the speaking parts any minute now. Rosss down to the last couple of walk-ons, and then hell probably do Amy.

How many kids are trying out?

Three. Ross introduced them to me and, you can trust me, Tracey doesnt have any competition. For one thing, she has just the right demeanor. The other two are pretty and charming, but they dont sell serious little girl. You know what I mean?

Im not sure I do.

Okay. Let me explain it another way. You should get the feeling that theres a brain working away behind those pretty blue eyes. The face might be laughing, but the brain behind it is always thinking, always planning, always very careful.

You just described Tracey to a tee, except for the last part. That sounds a little paranoid.

It is. Dont forget that Amy lives with a manic-depressive father. And when hes manic, he has anger issues. Amy and her brother are the only ones who see that anger. Amys just a child, but shes very careful to assess her fathers mood and act accordingly. Hes never lashed out at her, but thats because shes careful not to antagonize him when hes in anger mode.

Why doesnt she tell someone about it?

Shes afraid that no one will believe her.

That sounds like a very bad situation.

It is. Anyway, those are the family dynamics and theyre just fascinating. I spent some time talking to Tracey, and Im sure she can handle the part. Ill stay and watch her audition with you. And then Ill put in another good word with Ross. Lynne stopped speaking and sighed dramatically. Oh, look! Theres that gorgeous detective!

Mike Kingston, Hannah told her, watching as Mike walked across the stage. He was in full uniform and he turned from side to side in response to an instruction they couldnt hear from their position in the back row.

You know him? Lynne asked, and then she gave a little laugh. Of course you know him. Youre bound to know him. Lake Eden is a pretty small town and you probably know everybody. I tell you, Hannah

if I didnt love my husband, Id be all over him.

Hannah was about to make a wisecrack, something about how Lynne would have to get him on the rebound because hed proposed to her and shed just turned him down. But Hannah didnt say that. For one thing, it would sound like bragging. And for another thing, they werent best college buddies anymore, and her love life, or lack of it, wasnt any of Lynnes business.

When Mike left the stage, Lynne turned to Hannah. Theyll take a break now, and then theyll audition for the speaking parts. Thats the way they always do it.

Maybe now would be a good time to meet Mr. Lawrence, Hannah suggested. Ross asked me to bake for him and I need to know what kind of cheesecake he likes.

Cherry.

I know that, but there are different kinds of cherry cheesecakes. Does he like the light and fluffy type with cherry swirled all the way through? Or would he prefer it dense and heavy with the cherries only on the top?

Lynne shrugged. I really dont know. Lets go ask him.

A moment later, Hannah was being introduced to the most theatrical looking man in the room. Dean Lawrence wasnt that tall, but what he lacked in stature, he more than made up for in rugged good looks. He reminded Hannah of a Bantam rooster, posturing next to the stage. The fact that his hair was tousled and stuck up slightly on the top of his head added to the rooster illusion, and the ascot he wore around his neck had a pattern that looked a bit like neck feathers.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Lawrence, Hannah said politely, after Lynne had introduced them.

Its Dean, Lovey. Only my enemies call me Mr. Lawrence.

Lovey? Hannah did her best not to bristle. She really didnt care to be tagged with pet names by someone shed just met. Im baking your cheesecakes, Mr.

er

Dean. And Id like to know your preferences.

Preferences?

Yes. Do you prefer your cheesecake light or dense?

Light or dense?

A light cheesecake is fluffy. A dense cheesecake is heavy.

Oh. I see what you mean. I like a dense cheesecake, very heavy. And it should be very smooth, too. When you take a bite, it should almost melt in the mouth.

Okay. Do you like it with a sweet crust, or a crust that tastes like toast crumbs?

Sweet. I have a sweet tooth, Lovey.

There it was again, the unwarranted and unwanted term of endearment. Hannah did her best to ignore it and asked the next question. How about the cherries? Would you prefer your cheesecake to have cherries all the way through, a swirl of cherries mixed in for color and flavor, or just cherries on the top?

Cherries on the top, with cherry sauce running over the sides. And I like the kind of cheesecake with sour cream spread over the top under the cherries. I think its called New York cheesecake. Do you think you can bake it?

Im sure I can.

Thats the attitude, Lovey! Never say you cant do it until you try, isnt that right?

Right, Hannah agreed. Ill deliver it to your trailer by nine tomorrow morning.

Thats just fine, Lovey. Ill be waiting for you with a fork in my hand. Dean switched his attention from Hannah rather abruptly and waved at Ross, who was just taking his seat in the front row. Ready to roll, Duckie?

Ready, Ross said, with no apparent reaction. Since Michelle had mentioned that theyd been in production for almost two months now, Hannah figured that Ross must be used to Deans nicknames.

So

 Hannah said to Lynne, delaying the rest of her thought until they were out of earshot. Does Dean give everyone nicknames?

Oh, yes. He calls all the women Lovey and all the guys Duckie. I dont know why he does it. Hes not even English!

I think I know why.

You do?

Its just a guess, but Ill bet its so he doesnt have to bother remembering their names.

Chapter

Eight

Just wait until you see whats on the dessert cart, Hannah said, watching as Jordan High senior, Amber Coombs, pushed the lusciously laden serving cart their way. Even from this distance, Hannah could see Sallys towering Neopolitan cake, a six-layer concoction with alternating layers of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry cake, each layer affixed to its neighboring layer with a matching frosting.

Ross gave a theatrical whimper as he eyed the contents of the cart, and Hannah knew exactly how he felt. It was close to impossible to choose one dessert when they all promised to enchant the taste buds.

I want one of each, Ross said.

Me, too. But if we do that, Ambers going to have to roll us out of the dining room.

We should have skipped the entrée and come straight here, Ross remarked, pulling his gaze away from the decadent delights to smile at her. I can still remember your motto in college. Always



Eat dessert first, Hannah joined in as he recited it.

How about if we get two desserts and split?

That sounds perfect to me. Its almost as good as getting two desserts apiece. Hannah smiled up at Amber Coombs, who was trying not to laugh at their antics. Ill have a piece of Sallys Flourless Chocolate Cake. With two forks.

Ross had drawn a bead on the bowl of Apricot Bread Pudding, and he spoke without lifting his gaze. And Ill have the bread pudding. Ive been dreaming about Hannahs bread pudding ever since she packed up her recipes and left college. This looks a lot like one you used to make, Hannah.

Thats because it is, Amber spoke up. Mrs. Laughlin uses Miss Swensens recipe.

Well

that changes everything! Ross said with a smile. If its Hannahs bread pudding, Ill have a double helping.

Would you like that warmed?

Oh, yes.

With heavy cream, sweetened whipped cream, or vanilla ice cream?

Oh, yes.

Amber cracked up, but she quickly sobered. Would that be with all three of them, sir?

No, Ill have the heavy cream. Thats the way Hannah used to serve it. Ross glanced at Amber, who looked very pretty and trim in her flattering waitress uniform. I wish youd been at the auditions this afternoon, Amber. I would have cast you as one of the waitresses in the cocktail party scene.

Amber, who up to this point had been the quintessential waitress, dropped her newfound maturity right along with her jaw. Really, Mr. Barton? she squeaked.

Absolutely. Of course waiting on us tonight was just like an audition, wasnt it?

If you say so, Mr. Barton, Amber said, barely managing to hide her excitement.

Then youve got the part if you want it. Do you think you can work it into your schedule?

Oh, yes! Amber breathed. Mr. Purvis, hes the principal at Jordan High, told us we could take time off class if we got a part in the movie. All we have to do is make up the work later.

Hannah watched Amber as Ross told her about the release form her mother would have to sign and when to report to wardrobe. Amber couldnt seem to stop smiling and by the time she pushed the dessert cart away, she was practically dancing across the dining room.

Maybe that was a mistake, Ross said, watching the excited girl push the cart into the kitchen.

You mean

you dont want to use her in the movie?

Oh, no. I want to use her. Its just that shes so excited, she might forget about bringing my bread pudding.

An hour later, Hannah was unlocking her condo door. Amber hadnt forgotten Rosss dessert and theyd devoured both of them with gusto.

Youd better stand back, Hannah said, her hand on the doorknob.

Okay, but why?

Moishe has a greeting ritual when I come home at night.

Greeting ritual?

He jumps up into my arms. And since he weighs over twenty pounds, it knocks me back a step or two

especially if I forget to brace myself.

Forewarned is forearmed, Ross said, moving closer and placing his hands against Hannahs back. If he knocks you over, Ill catch you.

Deal, Hannah agreed, surprised at the reaction she had to Rosss touch. Just this totally impersonal gesture even through his gloves and her coat made her heart beat a bit faster.

Ross gave a startled chuckle as Hannah opened the door and an orange-and-white ball of flying fur hurtled through the air directly at them. Hannah caught her cat expertly, resisted the urge to lean back against Ross even though she wasnt one bit off-balance, and stepped forward into her living room.

Meet Ross, she said, giving Moishe a little scratch behind the ears before placing him on the ledge at the back of the couch. If you act cute, Ross might make you into a movie star. Then she turned to Ross, who was smiling. This is my roommate, Moishe.

Lucky cat, Ross said with a grin.

Moishe stared at Hannah for a moment, as if he were digesting the information shed given him about being a kitty movie star, and then he arched his back and went into his Halloween cat pose. He held that position for a moment or two, and then he relaxed his whole body and did what Hannah thought of as his kitty toupee, tucking his tail under his body and stretching out flat over the back of the couch like a miniature throw rug.

Hes going through his paces, Hannah told Ross. Do you think hes auditioning for you?

Without a doubt. He must have understood what you said about being a kitty movie star, and he wants his paw prints at Manns Chinese.

Not to mention his own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Hannahs smile turned into a laugh as Moishe lifted his head and yawned widely, showing them a full set of sharp white teeth. Then he swiveled his ears, first together, like twin satellite dishes receiving the same signal, and then separately, one ear turning forward and the other backward.

I still cant do that, Ross said, glancing over at Hannah. Can you?

Hannah shook her head. She knew exactly what Ross was talking about. When they were all in college, Lynne had learned to simultaneously move her right hand in a circle going forward, like a miniature Ferris Wheel, while her left moved in a circle traveling in the opposite direction, backward toward her chest. Both circles had to be started at the same time and they had to be of the same size and speed. I tried for months and I still couldnt do it. I think it takes more than practice.

I know it does. I practiced, too. Lynne didnt. She got it right the first time she tried it. Im sure theres some sort of psychological measure we could devise about the differences between the people who can do it and the people who cant, but we probably shouldnt get into that now.

Hannah turned to give Ross a sharp look, but he was staring at Moishe. Ross had claimed he wasnt bitter about the breakup with Lynne, but shed heard an undercurrent in his voice that told her it hadnt been all sweetness and light. It wasnt really any of her business and she certainly wasnt going to ask him about it now, but that curious bone in her body began to tingle. Do you want coffee?

Id love some, if youre not in a hurry to get to bed, or anything like that.

What a line! Hannah thought, but it probably wasnt and she wasnt sure if she was disappointed, or not. Coffees no trouble at all. I usually stay up until at least ten on nights before work, and its only a little after nine.

Okay. Youre the boss. What time do you open your shop?

Weve been opening at nine. When the tourists are here in the summer, we open earlier.

Well, I dont need you to open before ten, so thatll give you an extra hour.

Not really. I promised to deliver Mr. Lawrences cheesecake at nine and I still have to bake it. Thatll take me about two hours.

Do you want company while you bake it?

Sure, Hannah said, hoping Ross would be content to spend most of that time sitting at her kitchen table drinking coffee. Now that he was a big-time movie producer, he might have different ideas about what behavior was appropriate between two friends who hadnt seen each other for years, but he was a guest in her home and that meant she defined the terms.

By the time Hannah came back with two mugs of coffee, Ross was sitting on the couch and Moishe was on his lap. He must know its a casting couch, she quipped, and then wished she hadnt when Ross gave her a devilish smile.

Well, hes got the part so he doesnt have to extend himself any further. His owner, however, could



Right on cue, Moishe yowled, interrupting what Hannah was fairly certain had been an opening gambit from her old college chum. Then her overprotective feline undraped himself and settled down on the couch between them, discouraging any possible intimacy.

Does he do this with everyone? Ross asked, just as the phone rang.

Only men, Hannah answered, reaching out to pick up the receiver. Hello?

Hi, Hannah. Hannah frowned as she recognized Mikes voice. I just wanted to tell you that someone drove through the wooden arm on your entrance gate again.

I know. It was broken when we came in. It happens almost every weekend. People put their gate cards next to their credit cards and the little magnetic strip gets corrupted. And then, when it wont open the gate, they get mad and drive right through.

Youre probably right, but you dont know for sure, Mike sounded very serious. Someone could have broken in and I thought I should warn you.

Okay, Im warned. Thanks for calling, Mike.

Dont hang up, Hannah! I was just thinking that maybe I should come over so youre not alone. I mean, you shouldnt be alone when someone could be out there roaming around with an eye to a possible breakin.

And the only thing youre concerned about is my safety, Hannah thought, but instead of saying that, she said, Thats okay, Mike. Im not alone.

Youre not? But its almost ten oclock and you always go to bed at ten on work nights. I mean, you have to get up early to open the shop tomorrow, dont you?

Not really. Ross just told me that I dont have to open until ten, Hannah said, not mentioning that she still had a cheesecake to bake. Isnt that just great?

Great, Mike repeated, sounding massively insincere. So

maybe Ill take a run out there and do a little patrolling on foot. You know

just to make sure and all. That broken gate has been nagging at me ever since I saw it.

Gotcha! Hannah thought and started to smile. Shed suspected from the beginning that Mike was calling because he was jealous of the time she was spending with Ross, and now she knew it for a fact. Ever since you saw it?

Yeah. Uh

its like this, Hannah. I had to take a run out your way earlier. Somebody thought they spotted a guy on one of those Most Wanted programs. And since I was so close anyway, I decided to drop by to see if you were home. Thats when I noticed the gate.

I see, Hannah said, seeing much more than Mike had hoped she would. Well, you dont have to bother. Everythings perfectly all right out here. Thanks for being concerned, though. I appreciate it. See you tomorrow, Mike.

So Mikes jealous? Ross asked the moment Hannah hung up the phone.

You could say that. I might not say it because it wouldnt be nice, but you could.

Ross laughed. Hes jealous, all right. Its probably because you turned him down.

How do you know about that?

Michelle told me. I asked if you were dating anyone, and she gave me the lowdown.

It seems that everybody knows my business, Hannah said, trying not to sound churlish.

Lifes like that a lot. Ill give him five minutes. How about you?

Who?

Norman. Mikes bound to touch base with him. Theyre probably in each others back pockets, now that you rejected them both. Theres nothing that unites two former rivals more than a third guy coming on the scene.

And the third guy would be you? Hannah asked, noticing his wicked grin and smiling in spite of herself.

Oh, yes. That would be me. So, do you want to bet, or

 The phone rang again, interrupting Rosss sentence and he laughed. There he is.

Its not him.

How can you tell?

Look at Moishe, Hannah said, gesturing toward the feline between them.

Whats wrong with him? Hes all puffed up and his hair is standing on end.

Cats do that instinctually when theyre angry or frightened. Its a defense mechanism to make them look bigger. Moishe gets like this when Mother calls. Hes not infallible, but he gets it right more times than he gets it wrong. She plucked the receiver from the cradle and brought it up to her ear. Hello, Mother.

I wish you wouldnt answer the phone like that, Hannah, Delores complained, but Hannah could tell from her tone of voice that her heart wasnt it it. Carrie just called. She said Norman told her that Ross was still out at your place. Dont you think its time you went to bed?

What a marvelous idea! Hannah turned to grin at Ross. Ill tell him you suggested it. I really had no idea you were so liberal minded.

There was a sputtering on the line, a close cousin to the sound of Bills old Ford when the plugs were dirty. Thats not what I meant and you know it! Delores finally managed to say. What are you doing, Hannah?

Were having coffee, Mother. And then Im going to bake a cheesecake. But your suggestion sounds like a lot more fun than



Cut that out right now, Hannah Louise! Delores interrupted her.

Just kidding, Mother.

Well, its not funny! I want you to bake that cheesecake now. And then send him straight home. Dont forget that you have to face yourself in the mirror in the morning.

Hannah heard a resounding click and she laughed as she hung up the phone. Im a mean person. I gave my mother such a hard time, she hung up on me. A good daughter wouldnt have done that.

Maybe not, but it feels good once in a while, doesnt it?

It sure does! Hannah turned to give him a grin. Your five minutes are almost up and Norman hasnt

 The phone pealed loudly, drowning out the rest of her sentence.

Thats Norman, Ross said.

Youre probably right. Hannah reached for the phone. Hello, Norman.

Hi, Hannah. I figured youd rather hear from me than my mother.

You got that right!

I just wanted to ask

I dont have anything to worry about with Ross, do I?

Hannah stifled the urge to give Norman an earful about privacy, and personal freedom, and sticking his nose into someone elses business, but she didnt. Hed asked her straight out instead of being devious, and she owed him a straight answer. If you ever do, Ill let you know. Hows that?

Fair enough, Norman said. Good night, Hannah. I love you, you know.

I know, Hannah said, wishing she could return the sentiment, but not wanting to give him false hope. She gently replaced the receiver in the cradle and turned to Ross. Seems like the whole towns talking about us.

I figured as much. I hate to say it, but maybe Id better go. Therell be other times

wont there?

Thats up to you, Hannah said, giving him a playful grin as she headed for the chair by the door to get his coat.

SALLYS FLOURLESS CHOCOLATE CAKE

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F., rack in the middle position

Hannahs Note: This cake is going to fall in the center. Theres just no way around it since theres no flour to hold it up. That really doesnt matter, because its so delicious. Just be prepared to cover up the crater in the middle with plenty of whipped creamSally whips two cups of cream sweetened with 1/3 cup of powdered sugar, spreads it on the top, and shaves some bittersweet chocolate on top of that.

˝ cup butter (1 stick, ź pound)

8 ounces semi-sweet chocolate chips (1 and 1/3 cupsI used Ghirardellis)

4 egg yolks (save the whites in a separate bowl for later)

˝ cup white (granulated) sugar

˝ teaspoon rum extract (or vanilla if you dont have rum)

4 egg whites (the ones you saved)

˝ cup white (granulated) sugar (youll use ˝ cup in all)

sweetened whipped cream to decorate top

shaved chocolate or chocolate curls to decorate top (optional)

sliced or whole berries to decorate top (optional)

Spray an 8-inch Springform pan with Pam or other nonstick cooking spray. (An 8˝-inch Springform will also work, but a 9-inch is too big.) Line the bottom of the pan with a circle of parchment paper (wax paper will also work.) Spray the paper with Pam or other nonstick cooking spray.

In a small microwave-safe bowl, combine butter and semi-sweet chocolate chips. Melt for one minute on HIGH, stir, and heat for an additional 20 seconds if necessary. (Some chocolate maintains its shape even when melted. Stir before you microwave for the additional time.) Cover your bowl, or put it back in the microwave, to keep it warm.

In a medium bowl, beat ˝ cup of granulated sugar with the egg yolks until theyre a light yellow in color. Mix in the rum extract. (This is easy with an electric mixer, although you can do it by hand.)

Stir a bit of the egg yolk mixture into the melted chocolate to temper it. Then add the chocolate to the egg yolk mixture and stir until its well blended.

In a large bowl, using clean beaters, beat the egg whites until soft peaks form. Continue beating while sprinkling in the remaining ź cup granulated sugar. Beat until stiff peaks form (about ˝ minute.)

Stir just a bit of the egg white mixture into the bowl with the chocolate. Now add the chocolate to the bowl with the rest of the egg whites and gently fold it in with a rubber spatula. Continue folding until the mixture is a uniform chocolate color.

Pour the batter into the cake pan and smooth the top with a rubber spatula. Bake at 375 degrees F. for 35 minutes or until a wooden pick or cake tester inserted in the center comes out dry.

Cool in the pan on a wire rack for 15 minutes. Run a knife around the inside of the rim of the pan, invert the pan on a serving plate, and cool for another 10 minutes. Release the catch on the Springform pan and remove it. DONT PEEL OFF THE PARCHMENT PAPER UNTIL THE CAKE IS COMPLETELY COOL TO THE TOUCH.

When youre ready to serve, fill in the crater in the center and frost the top of the cake with sweetened whipped cream. If you want it to look fancy, decorate it with chocolate shavings, chocolate curls, and/or a sprinkling of raspberries or strawberries. Slice it and serve it on dessert plates with plenty of excellent coffee.

Hannahs 2nd Note: This is really a type of chocolate soufflé and its delicious!

Chapter

Nine

It was eight-thirty on Monday morning and Hannah was at her wits end. Moishe, her wannabe movie star, was yowling like a banshee. Hed been expressing his extreme displeasure ever since shed delivered him to the kitchen of The Cookie Jar and placed him in the crate Eleanor Cox had provided for the week. The crate was large and roomy. Eleanor rescued huskies and malamutes, and these homes away from home were designed to accommodate large-breed dogs. It had a nice, soft pad on the bottom and Moishe had plenty of space to stroll around. Hannah had equipped it with his food and water bowls, his litter box, and even the feather pillow he loved so much at home. Despite all these comforts, Moishe was not a happy cat and he wasnt one to hide his emotions.

Hannah had wracked her brain and tried every trick she could think of to make her pet feel at home. Shed turned the crate so that Moishe could see them working, and put music on the radio so that he wouldnt feel deprived. Shed gone over to reach through the grating and pet him every few minutes, and shed even resorted to bribing him with a fresh pot of catnip that Lisa had grown in her greenhouse. Nothing had worked. It was clear that Moishe would complain until he lost his voice and then heaven knew what hed do!

Six, Hannah said, shaking her head as her usually accommodating feline roommate tipped over his bowl of water. But whos counting? She glanced over at her partner, who was smiling despite the fact that Moishe was vocalizing, and that was putting it nicely, at the top of his lungs. How can you smile when you have to listen to that?

Excuse me? Lisa asked, frowning slightly. I didnt hear you, Hannah.

It was little wonder, Hannah thought, shaking her head. Just like the teens who listened to music blaring from their earphones, Lisa had probably experienced what Hannah hoped would be a temporary hearing loss. I said, Hannah got set to repeat herself in a much louder voice. How can you smile when you have to listen to that?

Oh, gosh! Sorry! Lisa apologized as she reached up with both hands to pull two small, bright orange objects from her ears.

Youre wearing ear plugs?

Yes. I got them from Herb. Theyre the kind we use when we go cowboy shooting.

Hannah laughed. It amused her every time Lisa referred to cowboy shooting. It sounded as if her partner went out to shoot cowboys, but the only things Lisa and Herb had in their sights were steel targets. Cowboy shooting was a sport with stages that replicated Wild West settings. Everyone wore period clothing and participants were judged on their speed and accuracy using replicas of guns that had been available during the period.

I know, we dont actually shoot cowboys, Lisa correctly interpreted Hannahs laugh, but thats what everyone calls it. When I told Herb that you were bringing Moishe down here and keeping him in a crate so hed be handy when they needed him for a scene, he figured Id need earplugs.

Moishe gave another deafening yowl and both Hannah and Lisa reached up to cover their ears. When the sound stopped, Hannah gave an exasperated sigh. I dont suppose youve got another pair of those?

I was a Girl Scout. I come prepared. Lisa reached into her apron pocket and handed Hannah a new pair of earplugs. Just roll them around in your hands for a few seconds to compress them, and then push them in your ears. Theyll expand to fit.

Hannah did what her partner advised and soon both women were working in relative peace. Moishes yowls, although every bit as loud as theyd been before, had faded by the grace of the bright orange barriers to fit into their auditory comfort zone.

Once nine oclock approached, Hannah went to the cooler to retrieve the cheesecake shed baked after Ross had left the previous evening. Im going to run over to Mr. Lawrences trailer to deliver this, she told Lisa. Have some coffee and relax. We dont open for another hour.

Do you think hell stop yowling soon? Lisa asked, moving closer so that she could hear Hannahs answer.

Your guess is as good as mine. Try turning out the kitchen lights and going in the coffee shop. Hes used to being alone all day and maybe thatll do it.

You think?

Not really, but its worth a try. And dream up some story about how hes just rehearsing for a singing career in case the S.P.C.A. drops by.

As Hannah approached the huge Winnebago, she was impressed. It was a home on wheels in the true sense of the words, and it must have cost a pretty penny to rent it. The only other motor home shed seen that approximated the size of the one Dean Lawrence was using as an office was at the Road Deals on Wheels Trade Show shed attended last year with Andrea and Bill. That particular motor home, the featured item at the show, had cost triple the price of a nice two-bedroom home in Lake Eden.

Hannah supposed she could understand the outlay of money if the big motor home had doubled as a hotel room, but the director of Crisis in Cherrywood was comfortably billeted in a luxury suite at the Lake Eden Inn. There was no way he needed an office this large.

Since she couldnt stand here staring at this example of conspicuous consumption all day, Hannah looked for an entrance to the massive mobile home. There were two sets of steps. One was in the rear, but the other set, at the side near the front of the vehicle, had a sign that read, ENTRANCERING BELL.

Hannah did as shed been directed and stood there shivering slightly in the frozen air. The March mornings were crisp and cold, and she hadnt bothered zipping up her parka coat. Until someone invented a zipper that could be operated with one hand, Hannah chose to shiver rather than turn around, go back down the steps, and set her prized cheesecake in the snow in order to zip up her coat.

One of the curtains near the back of the motor home pulled back slightly and Hannah thought she heard faint voices from within. It sounded like a mans voice, and whatever the man said was followed by female laughter. A moment later, Hannah heard the male voice again, much louder this time. Just wait a second! Ill be right there!

Hannahs curiosity shifted to high gear, especially since Ross had described his director as a womanizer. She told herself it was none of her business, that he might have been listening to television and thats what shed heard, but she didnt believe it for a second. There was a woman in Dean Lawrences Winnebago. She was sure of it. The only thing she didnt know was which woman it was.

A moment later, Dean pulled open the door, greeting her with a smile and a fork held high. See, Lovey? Ive got my fork ready. Just bring it in and set it on my desk.

Hannah was surprised hed invited her in, especially since the woman had to be somewhere in the immediate vicinity. She set the cake down on the polished desk that sat against the large window, and glanced down the hallway. If she remembered correctly, the motor home shed seen had the master bedroom in the rear. But there was no way of telling if the directors motor home shared the same design, because the door at the end of the long corridor was closed.

I really hope you like it, Mr. Lawrence, Hannah said setting the box down on the uncluttered surface.

Its Dean, he corrected her, lifting the top of the bakery box and gazing down at the cheesecake. It looks perfect, but looks arent everything. Im quite a connoisseur, you know. Promise me you wont have any hard feelings if I give you some constructive criticism?

Okay, no hard feelings, Hannah said, although she knew it was a promise she couldnt keep. Of course shed have hard feelings if Dean didnt like her cheesecake!

Good for you, Lovey. You have no idea how many people cant take criticism, even when its friendly and for their own benefit. Would you cut me a slice?

Of course. Hannah folded down the sides of the box so that she could lift her cheesecake out without damaging it. Ill need a knife.

There should be one here somewhere. They took out the kitchen to make a larger space for my office, but they left some things in the cupboards and drawers.

As Dean brushed past her, she jumped slightly. Unless she was imagining things, Mr. Lawrence had just patted her inappropriately! Hannah turned around to glance at him, but he was busily pawing through the contents of the drawers for a knife. Perhaps he had just bumped into her. It was difficult to tell if his touch had been intentional when she was wearing her heavily quilted parka coat.

Even though the Bad Boy Director was making quite a racket, opening drawers and slamming them closed, Hannah heard a door shut at the back of the Winnebago and a faint clanging as someone went down the set of metal steps at the rear of the vehicle. Whoever had been in the master bedroom, if it was the master bedroom and hadnt been turned into some sort of a workroom, had exited the back way. That was certainly suspicious. If Deans early morning visitor had come to see him for business reasons, she should have come out to greet Hannah and enjoy a piece of cheesecake.

Hannah was just inching toward the curtain, hoping to peek out to catch a glimpse of Deans visitor, when he came back holding a knife and a plate.

Here you go, Lovey. I found a plate, too. I would have brought another, but I assumed you had to get back to your shop.

Youre right. I do. Hannah cut a slice of the creamy cheesecake and slid it onto the plate. Were opening in less than an hour.

Ill see you later then.

Dean reached out to give her a little hug and his hand was overly affectionate. Hannah stepped back. Was that intentional? She couldnt quite decide.

Ill see you at lunch. And Ill let you know what I think of your cheesecake then. Right now, I have to get back to work myself.

It was a dismissal and Hannah turned to go, even though she really wanted to know what he thought of her creation. Dean was being pretty high-handed, if you asked her, and she wondered if his cast felt the same way. Constructive criticism, indeed! And even more important, had Dean made a pass at her? She just wasnt sure if he had, or hadnt.

As Hannah opened the door to go, she decided give Dean the benefit of the doubt. The trailer was wide, but not as wide as a regular office. And the area theyd been in was crowded with his massive desk and office equipment. Perhaps it had been difficult to get past a less than svelte woman in the confines of the trailer. Everything that had happened could be perfectly unintentional.

Hannah reminded herself to look on the bright side as she closed the door behind her and hurried down the stairs. Less than two minutes had elapsed since shed heard Deans visitor go down the back stairs. If she were very lucky, Hannah might still catch a glimpse of her.

She hadnt been lucky. Deans visitor had been gone by the time shed stepped outside. All Hannah had found when she took a slight detour past the back of the Winnebago on her way to her truck were footsteps in the snow. The footsteps were much smaller than most men would leave and the heel mark was a dead giveaway, since the heels on mens shoes were usually only slightly smaller than the overall width. Hannah felt safe in surmising that shed been correct when shed identified the laughter shed heard as female.

When Hannah opened the back door of The Cookie Jar, she found Lisa sitting at the stainless steel work island across from Mike and Norman. Both men had coffee and cookies, and all was blessedly silent from the vicinity of Moishes crate.

Moishe gave up? she asked Lisa, shrugging out of her coat and hanging it on a hook by the back door.

He negotiated a truce, Norman answered, moving back on his stool so Hannah could see that he was holding Moishe on his lap. Hes just fine as long as someone pays attention to him.

We tried putting him back in, but he started yowling the minute Norman got him near the cage, Mike informed her.

Its a crate, Hannah corrected. A nice big home-away-from-home crate.

Technically yes, but he thinks its a cage. Why dont you put on his leash and leave him out?

Hannahs eyebrows rose in surprise. She couldnt believe that Mike was suggesting something illegal. Believe me, Id like to! His yowling drives me crazy, but Im taking a chance just having him here. I think its okay as long as hes away from the cookies we bake and serve, but Im not a hundred percent sure of that.

Dont worry about it, Hannah. You can forget about the health board.

Hannahs mouth dropped open. Forget about the health board? I cant believe you said that, Mike. The health board has the power to cite me and fine me. And if the inspectors really in a bad mood, they could yank my license and close me down!

No, they cant. Youre already closed down for the week. What you have here is a private party for the movie cast and crew. And since Moishe is an official part of the cast, hes got a perfect right to be here.

Hannah turned to look at Lisa, who shrugged. Maybe Im crazy, but it sounds reasonable to me.

Me, too, Norman said, giving Moishe a scratch under the chin.

Our eardrums salute you, Hannah said with a grin, turning back to Mike. But

are you sure I wont get into trouble?

Im sure. Dont forget that Im the acting sheriff. If I say that its a private party and health department regulations dont apply, then its a private party and health department regulations dont apply.

Hannah clamped her lips shut. She suspected that the power of his new office might be corrupting Mike, but shed wait until next week to point it out to him.

The first arrivals started to trickle in shortly after they opened at ten oclock. Hannah met Sophie, the wardrobe mistress, and Honey, the head beautician. Ross had rented Bertie Straubs shop, the Cut n Curl, for the week and Honey was using it as her headquarters. Bertie was acting as an advisor on hairstyles of the fifties, and unlike Delores, who didnt want to admit that she remembered the fifties, Bertie didnt seem to mind at all.

As the minutes passed, more members of the crew came in. There was Clark, one of the cameramen, who explained to Hannah that hed be shooting some footage of Moishe that afternoon, and Coop, the soundman, whod be there, too. Lars, the head electrician, told Hannah that when it came to the film world, the terminology was different than it was in everyday life. For instance, the men who handled electrical cables were called grips. Dom, the assistant director, chimed in to tell her that the people who handled animal actors were called wranglers even if the animal in question wasnt a horse, and she would be listed in the screen credits at the end of the film, which were called a crawl, as the cat wrangler. That tickled Hannahs funny bone and she chuckled about it all the way back to the counter to get three Old Fashioned Sugar Cookies for Frances, the middle-aged woman who told Hannah that she was the script girl.

Hannah was just heading back to the counter for the second time to get Jared, the set decorator, a refill on his coffee when she happened to notice that the swinging door between the coffee shop and the kitchen was inching open. As the watched, an orange-and-white leg poked out and a moment after that, Moishes head appeared. Hannah was just springing into action to catch her errant feline before he could disturb the cast and crew, when there was a startled yowl and Moishe was pulled back into the kitchen.

Uh-oh, Hannah breathed. Norman and Mike had offered to take care of Moishe, but he must have gotten away from them. They couldnt cat-sit forever and it was time to figure out a way to keep him confined to the kitchen where he wouldnt bother anyone. She motioned for Lisa to refill Jareds mug, pointed to herself and then to the kitchen door, and hurried to take care of the problem.

Sorry about that, Mike said, as soon as Hannah came through the door. He got away from us for a second. We decided were going to take him out there.

Hannah shook her head. I dont think thats



The rest of Hannahs sentence was drowned out by a massive yowl. Moishe had regained his vocal power and he was exercising it to the fullest.

I dont think hes going to settle for less, Norman observed. Come on, Big Boy. Lets go.

Without another word to Hannah, Norman picked Moishe up and headed toward the coffee shop with Mike following in his wake. Hannah just stared after them as the door swung closed.

Catnapped, she said, listening for disaster to break loose. Thirty seconds passed, and then a full minute as Hannah watched the second hand on the kitchen clock. Was Moishe actually going to behave like a well-trained movie cat and not scratch, or yowl, or exercise any of the other bad kitty behaviors hed perfected over the years? She was listening so intently and concentrating so hard, it came as a shock when there was a sharp knock on the back door. Coming, Hannah called out and went to open it.

It was Andrea and she was dressed to the nines. Her coat was powder blue suede with white fur around the collar and the hemline, and she wore matching gloves of pale blue leather. Her boots matched her gloves, and the only thing that was missing from the ensemble that Hannah called Andreas Princess of Winter outfit was the white fur hat that she usually wore on her head.

No hat? Hannah asked, taking her sisters coat and hanging it up on the rack near the back door.

The dog ate it.

What dog? You dont have a dog.

I know. It was Reverend Knudsons dog, Vespers. She got out and Bill spotted her in front of the community center. He put Vespers in the backseat and took her home. It happened a couple of weeks ago.

And your hat was in the backseat?

Thats right.

And Vespers ate it?

Well

she tore up more than she ate. We couldnt really blame her. I think it was made out of real fur. Im just glad it didnt make her sick.

Hannah reached out to give her sister a little hug, an unusual gesture from a member of the Swensen clan who werent known for being demonstrative.

What was that for? Andrea asked.

For being more concerned about Vespers than you were about losing your hat. Im proud of you, Sis.

Oh. Well

the hat was last seasons anyway. Andrea waved off the compliment, but Hannah could tell she was pleased. How about a cookie for Lake Edens newest stage mother?

Tracey got the part?

Yes, and Im so excited! Mr. Barton called us this morning with the good news. It wasnt just up to him, you know. Mr. Lawrence had to approve her.

How could he not approve her? Hannah waited until Andrea sat down on a stool at the work island, and then she served her hot coffee and two of their newest experimental cookies. There was never any doubt in my mind that Tracey would get the part. I saw her audition and she was brilliant.

Andrea looked very proud. I thought she was brilliant, too. I was ninety-nine percent sure she had it, but I didnt want to count my chickens before they were laid.

Hatched. Chickens are hatched, eggs are laid.

Thats what I meant to say. Im just so happy about it, I cant talk straight.

So when does Tracey start?

Her first big scene is Wednesday, but she has to report to makeup today at three. And after that she gets fitted for her costumes. I have to go over to Mr. Lawrences office at noon to pick up an official script for her. Ill run lines with her tonight so she can practice.

Run lines?

Yes. Thats what they call it in the biz. You know, Ill read the line before hers, and shell respond with her line.

Hannah debated silently for a moment and then she decided shed better take her sister into her confidence. You said youre going to Mr. Lawrences trailer?

Yes, at noon.

Well, be careful.

Why? Andrea stopped with the cookie midway to her mouth.

He has quite a reputation with women.

How do you know? Did he make a pass at you?

Im not sure.

Andrea dropped her cookie back on the napkin. How can you not be sure if somebody made a pass at you? Its not rocket science, you know. They either did, or they didnt.

I couldnt tell for sure. I was wearing my big parka coat, and he brushed past me in a small space, and

never mind. Lets just say a reputable source told me he does that sort of thing, and youd be smart if you took someone with you, just in case.

Dont worry about me. I can handle myself around men. Ive never been unfaithful to Bill and I never will be. Andrea tossed her head and a hard look came into her eyes. I just wish I could say the same for Bill!

Hannah gulped. Her sister had been sweetness and light just a second ago, and now she looked as if she could spit nails. What happened?

Absolutely nothing and thats the problem.

I dont understand.

Bill called me last night and we talked for a long time. I was just getting ready for bed when I realized that I hadnt told him about the car.

What about the car?

Cyril Murphy says it needs new tires on the back, but thats not important. Whats important is that I called Bill back in his hotel room, and there was no answer.

Maybe he was sleeping?

Bills been a cop for too long. Even if hes dead beat, he always wakes up when the phone rings.

Well

maybe he stepped out for a minute to stretch his legs, or something like that.

At two in the morning?

Um

that is pretty late. Hannah searched her mind for another excuse. Maybe he couldnt sleep and he went down to the bar for a nightcap.

The bar closes at one.

Oh. Well

maybe you dialed the wrong number.

Thats what I thought, at first. But then I called the hotel switchboard and I asked them to connect me directly.

And there was still no answer? Andrea nodded and Hannah saw her sisters eyes begin to glisten with unshed tears. Dont jump to conclusions, Andrea. Im sure theres some explanation.

Thats exactly what Im afraid of!

Oh, boy! Hannah said under her breath.

Well? Andrea asked, lifting her chin and looking straight into her sisters eyes. What do you think I should do?

Theres only one thing to do, Hannah replied quickly. Eat chocolate. Just sit here and try to relax and Ill get you a whole plateful of cookies.

CHERRY CHEESECAKE

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position

For the crust:

2 cups vanilla wafer cookie crumbs (measure AFTER crushing)

ž stick melted butter (6 Tablespoons)

1 teaspoon almond extract

Pour melted butter and almond extract over cookie crumbs. Mix with a fork until theyre evenly moistened.

Cut a circle of parchment paper (or wax paper) to fit inside the bottom of a 9-inch Springform pan. Spray the pan with Pam or some other nonstick cooking spray, set the paper circle in place, and spray with Pam again.

Dump the moistened cookie crumbs in the pan and press them down over the paper circle and one-inch up the sides. Stick the pan in the freezer for 15 to 30 minutes while you prepare the rest of the cheesecake.

For the topping:

2 cups sour cream

˝ cup white (granulated) sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla

21-ounce can cherry pie filling*** (I used Comstock Dark Sweet Cherry)

***If you dont like canned pie filling, make your own with canned or frozen cherries, sugar, and cornstarch.

Mix the sour cream, sugar, and vanilla together in a small bowl. Cover and refrigerate. Set the unopened can of cherry pie filling in the refrigerator for later.

For the cheesecake batter:

1 cup white (granulated) sugar

3 eight-ounce packages cream cheese at room temperature (total 24 ounces)

1 cup mayonnaise (not Miracle Whip)

4 eggs

2 cups white chocolate chips (11 or 12 ounce bagI used Ghirardellis)

2 teaspoons vanilla

Place the sugar in the bowl of an electric mixer. Add the blocks of cream cheese and the mayonnaise, and whip it up at medium speed until its smooth. Add the eggs, one at a time, beating after each addition.

Melt the white chocolate chips in a microwave safe bowl for 2 minutes. (Chips may retain their shape, so stir to see if theyre meltedif not, microwave in 15-second increments until you can stir them smooth.) Cool the melted white chocolate for a minute or two and then mix it in gradually at slow speed. Scrape down the bowl and add the vanilla, mixing it in thoroughly.

Pour the batter on top of the chilled crust, set the pan on a cookie sheet to catch any drips, and bake it at 350 degrees F. for 55 minutes. Remove the pan from the oven, but DONT SHUT OFF THE OVEN.

Starting in the center, spoon the sour cream topping over the top of the cheesecake, spreading it out to within a half-inch of the rim. Return the pan to the oven and bake for an additional 5 minutes.

Cool the cheesecake in the pan on a wire rack. When the pan is cool enough to pick up with your bare hands, place it in the refrigerator and chill it, uncovered, for at least 8 hours.

To serve, run a knife around the inside rim of the pan, release the Springform catch, and lift off the rim. Place a piece of waxed paper on a flat plate and tip it upside down over the top of your cheesecake. Invert the cheesecake so that it rests on the paper.

Carefully pry off the bottom of the Springform pan and remove the paper from the bottom crust.

Invert a serving platter over the bottom crust of your cheesecake. Flip the cheesecake right side up, take off the top plate, and remove the waxed paper.

Spread the cherry pie filling over the sour cream topping on your cheesecake. You can drizzle a little down the sides if you wish.

Hannahs Note: Ive made this cheesecake with other pie fillings including blueberry, apple, raspberry, and even lemon. Its wonderful with any one you choose.

Mother says you have to serve this cheesecake with strong coffeeits just too rich to eat without something to sip.

Chapter

Ten

I feel much better, Andrea said, finishing her last cookie and giving her older sister a half smile. Its almost as good as rocking Bethany and having her fall asleep in my arms. These are my new favorite cookies, Hannah. What do you call them?

Mock Turtles. Theyve got pecans, caramel, and chocolate, just like the candy.

Thats a great name. They even look like turtles.

Hannah nodded, not mentioning that the candy had been named for the same reason.

Why does chocolate always make you feel better?

I think its the endorphins, but I dont know for sure. Whatever it is, it works.

They should set up a chocolate stand in every courthouse, right outside the divorce court.

Uh-oh, Hannah thought, searching desperately for something to say to get her sisters mind off divorce. Maybe Herb should pass out chocolates every time he writes a parking ticket.

It might help, Andrea said, squaring her shoulders. Theres probably a perfectly good explanation and Ill laugh when I hear it. I just dont know what it is yet.

Im sure youre right, Hannah agreed, knowing that her sister was still thinking about the unanswered call to her husband in the wee, small hours of the morning.

Maybe he left a message for me on my voice mail, Andrea reached for her cell phone, the small leather-bound notebook she used to jot down messages, and the expensive pen that fit in a leather loop on the front of the notebook. Id better check.

Hannah watched as her sister began to retrieve her messages and write them down. Shed learned to read upside down at an early age, and she knew it was due to innate laziness more than a desire to learn an unusual skill. One of her responsibilities as Andrea and Michelles big sister had been to listen to them read aloud before bedtime. Theyd always sat cross-legged on the foot of her bed, facing Hannah as shed rested on the pillows propped up against the headboard. It had been easier for her to learn to read upside down, providing the occasional unknown word for them from her comfortable perch, than to get out of bed and walk around to peer at the page over their shoulders.

MallBusiness Cards, Andrea wrote in her perfectly formed script at the top of the small page. Then she paused for a moment, the tip of her pen double-underlining the underline shed placed at the bottom of the first message.

The pen moved again and Hannah squinted. It was a lot easier to read printing than cursive, but she persevered. Formula, the next note read. Unless Andrea had suddenly developed an interest in higher mathematics, Grandma McCann, Bethanys live-in babysitter, must have called to remind her to pick up baby food on the way home.

Uh-oh! Andrea breathed, and Hannah watched as the next notation took form. Three dozen snacksroom mothers meeting today! Andrea underlined the word today three times for emphasis and then she pressed a button on the phone and lifted it from her ear. Hannah? Im in deep trouble. Could you possibly

?

Sure, if cookies will do it. How about three dozen or so?

Thats perfect! But how did you know I needed something?

I guess the sistersister radar must be working, Hannah said with a shrug.

Andrea frowned slightly and Hannah held her breath. Had she remembered their bedtime reading and Hannahs ability to provide a word without getting up? But Andrea gave a little shrug and then she smiled. Youre the best, Hannah. I was going to stop at the Red Owl to pick up some squeezable pimento cheese spread and crackers, but I forgot theyd be closed.

Thats okay, Hannah said, trying not to shudder. Her taste buds lumped squeezable cheese spread in the same category as instant coffee.

Andrea punched another number on her phone and picked up her pen again. She listened for a moment and then she began to smile as the tip of her pen formed a heart on the page.

A moment later, the phone, notebook, and pen were back in Andreas neatly organized purse and she was smiling from ear to ear. Guess what happened?

You won the lottery.

No, but its every bit as good as that. Bills phone was unplugged! He didnt realize it until he got up this morning, and he was an hour late for his first seminar. He stopped by the desk and chewed them out for not giving him his wakeup call, but they said they did and he didnt answer. They sent a maid up to his room to check it out and she discovered that one of Bills pillows had slipped down behind the headboard and knocked his phone cord loose in the middle of the night!

So you worried for nothing, Hannah said, giving her sister a big smile.

I guess so! I mean, its the oldest excuse in the book. You know, I was home all night. There must have been something wrong with the phone, but thats exactly what happened. At least thats what Bill told me.

As Hannah watched, Andreas smile faded and she began to chew on her lower lip, something she hadnt done, to Hannahs knowledge, since Miss Bruder caught her putting on eye shadow in the girls bathroom in fifth grade.

What do you think, Hannah? she asked, looking up at her older sister anxiously. Am I a fool for believing a tired old excuse like that?

Hannah didnt even have to think about her answer, since there was only one reply. Absolutely not, she said.

But

what if Bills lying to me?

What if he is? Do you want to divorce him?

No! I love Bill!

Then you have to choose to believe him. Maybe hes lying and your trust will be misplaced, but thats a whole lot better than not believing him when hes telling you the truth.

Andrea thought about that for a long moment. That makes perfect sense. Youre a wise woman, Hannah.

Not really, Hannah said with a smile. If I were that wise, Id be independently wealthy, happily married, and Congress would declare me a national treasure. And so far, Im none of the above.

After Andrea had left with the box of cookies for her afternoon meeting, Hannah sat back down at the work island and lingered over the last few sips of coffee in her mug. She could hear faint conversation and an occasional laugh from the coffee shop, but those sounds were perfectly benign. There were no yowls from her thespian tomcat, not even the slightest mew. As far as she could tell, Moishe was behaving perfectly.

Its quiet

too quiet, Hannah recited the line shed heard in dozens of grade B cowboy movies. The line always occurred right before the Indians attacked, and even though Hannah knew exactly what was going to happen, those four words still put her on the edge of her seat. She felt like that now, just waiting for Moishe to kick up a fuss. Finally, unable to stand the tension any longer, Hannah got up and headed to the coffee shop to see how her furry friend was doing.

As she pushed open the door, Hannah heard someone speaking in the artificially high voice people tend to use when theyre talking to infants. The source of the sound was Sophie, the wardrobe mistress, but there was no baby in sight. The handsome sweetums Sophie was addressing was none other than Hannahs cat!

Moishe was holding court at the big round table by the window. He was sitting in the middle of the table, a rumbling, purring centerpiece surrounded by doting admirers. It was no wonder her cat was content. Hannah counted no less than five hands petting him. As she stood there watching, she heard other terms of endearment, sweety love, magnificent fellow, and cuddlewuddles among them. Everyone at the table seemed to be worshipping at the throne of Moishe, and Moishe took it as his due. He was squinting in pleasure and wearing the biggest kitty smile Hannah had ever seen.

Pushover, Hannah murmured as she passed by the table, but she wasnt at all upset. Moishe was a glutton for affection and it was clear that he was having a wonderful time. As long as the kitty fans kept coming in and the fawning continued unabated, bring-your-pet-to-work week might not be the nightmare shed envisioned this morning.

Lisa was just passing out the box lunches that Sally had sent for the crew and cast when the bell on the front door tinkled and Hannah looked up to see Dean Lawrence. Lynne was with him, holding his arm, and her college friend looked fabulous in a fifties-style sweater dress. Her hair was fashioned in a pageboy style and Hannah came close to hearing the strains of Love Me Tender, or Hound Dog from a long-dead Elvis as she looked at the sort of girl he would have admired.

Smell, Lynne said, holding out her wrist, inside up, the way they used to do when theyd gone shopping and sampled everything at the perfume counter. Bet you ten bucks you dont know this one.

Hannah sniffed and then she laughed. You lose. Its Evening in Paris and my grandmother used to wear it.

Shes absolutely amazing, Lynne explained to Dean. I think her sense of smell is almost as well developed as her taste buds. Thats why shes such a good cook. All she has to do is smell something and taste it, and she knows whats in it.

Well, I dont know whats in that cheesecake, but its great! Dean said, kissing the air next to Hannahs cheek, and then giving her a little squeeze around the waist. I knew it would be good just looking at it, but I didnt think it would be that good.

He said it was the best he ever tasted, Lynne told Hannah.

Thats right. Ill want two every day, one in the morning and one right after lunch. Can you do that?

Absolutely.

Theres something else. Dean leaned closer and looked directly into her eyes. Its a bit of a challenge.

The warning bells in Hannahs head began to clang. Whenever something was described as a challenge, it was usually impossible to achieve.

I want to serve cherry cheesecake at the premiere. The only problem is, were doing champagne and finger food. You know what finger food is, dont you, Lovey?

Of course, Hannah said stifling the urge to plant him a facer, a Regency English term that shed picked up while catering coffee and cookies at the Lake Eden Regency Romance Club. Planting him a facer meant hitting him in the face and thats what Hannah felt like doing. In addition to his casual touches that bordered on the intimate, which she didnt appreciate, Dean was being very condescending. Just because she lived in a small town didnt mean that she was totally unsophisticated.

Do you think you can figure out a way to make mini cherry cheesecakes so we can put them on a tray and serve them as appetizers?

Maybe, Hannah said, not at all sure she could do it, but willing to try. It cant be my cherry cheesecake made smaller, though.

Why not?

It wont work. It all has to do with specific gravity. When Dean looked at her blankly, Hannah began to smile. Shed snow him with gobbledygook until his eyes glazed over to get even for implying that she was unsophisticated.

The cheesecake I baked for you is enclosed in a metal springform, with a lubricated underlay for the carrier ingredients. Its not baked in the traditional slow oven and that means it needs to solidify without granulating. Smaller containers would counter these parameters, and I doubt that experimenting with different media would yield positive results.

Oh.

Deans eyes were sufficiently glassy and Hannah decided it was time to back off. Lets just say that the cheesecake I make for you is special. If I changed the size, Id have to change the whole recipe.

I can understand that. I really dont want to share my cheesecake with the general public anyway. Go ahead and bake another kind.

Ill have something for you to test in a couple of days, Hannah promised, hoping that she hadnt bitten off more than she could chew. If it works out, maybe you can use it in the cocktail scene. That would be a good tie-in with the movie, wouldnt it?

In the

yes! Yes, it would! The audience would see those little beauties being passed around by the waitresses. And then, when they came out to the lobby after the movie, theyd get to actually taste them! Thats a wonderful idea. Im so glad I thought of it!

Oh brother! Hannah mouthed as Dean walked away. Hed taken her idea and claimed it as his own in less than twenty seconds. That had to be some sort of a record, even for a director with an ego as big as a double-wide pole barn.

MOCK TURTLE COOKIES

Do Not Preheat OvenDough Must Chill Before Baking

1˝ sticks chilled butter (ž cup)

2 cups flour

ž cup powdered (confectioners) sugar

˝ teaspoon salt

˝ cup chocolate chips (I used Ghirardellis semi-sweet)

1 egg, beaten

approximately 3 dozen Kraft Caramels (the soft kind thats individually wrappedtheyre about a half-inch square)

Cut the butter into 12 pieces and place them in a work bowl. With two forks, mix in the flour, powdered sugar, and salt. Continue mixing until the dough is crumbly.

Hannahs Note: You can also do this in a food processor with the steel blade the same way youd mix piecrust. Its a lot easier that way.

Melt the chocolate chips in a small microwave-safe bowl (I use a glass measuring cup) for 40 seconds on HIGH. Stir them to see if theyre melted. (Chocolate chips may maintain their shape until theyre stirred.) If theyre not melted, microwave them in 20-second intervals until they are.

Add the melted chips to the dough mixture. Stir (or process, if youve used a food processor) until the chocolate is mixed in and the crumbly dough is a uniform color. Beat the egg in a small cup or bowl and add it to the work bowl. Mix it in (or process with the steel blade) until a soft, piecrust-type dough results.

Divide the dough into four equal parts. Tear off four pieces of wax paper about a foot and a half long. Youll use these to hold your dough when you roll it out. Turn a piece of wax paper so that the long side faces you and place one piece of dough in the center. Using your hands, roll the dough into a log thats approximately 12 inches long and ž inch thick. Do the same for the three remaining pieces of dough.

Wrap the rolls in the wax paper you used to roll them and put them into a freezer bag. Freeze them for an hour or two until firm. (Overnight is fine, too.)

When youre ready to bake, take out the dough and let it warm up on the counter for fifteen minutes. Then preheat the oven to 325 degrees F., rack in the middle position.

Unwrap a roll of dough and cut it into ž inch pieces with a sharp knife. Place the pieces cut side down on a greased, or parchment-covered cookie sheet, 12 pieces to a standard-sized sheet.

Unwrap 6 caramels and cut them in half. I find this is easiest if you dip the blades of your kitchen scissors in water and then cut the caramels with the scissors.

Press a half caramel into the center of each chocolate cookie. Be careful not to press it all the way to the bottom. (If the dough is still too cold to press in the caramels, let it warm up a bit more and try again.) Make sure your caramels are surrounded by cookie dough and wont melt over the sides of the cookies when they bake.

Bake each pan of cookies at 325 degrees F., for approximately 15 minutes, or until firm to the touch. Let the cookies cool for a minute or two on the pan and then remove them to a wire rack to complete cooling.

When all the cookies are baked and cooled, spread foil or waxed paper under the wire rack containing the cookies and prepare to glaze them. (I use extra-wide foil because its easy to crimp up the edges and make it into a disposable drip pan.)

Chocolate Glaze:

1/3 cup water

1/3 cup light corn syrup (I used Karo)

1 cup white (granulated) sugar

11/3 cup milk chocolate chips (8 ouncesI used Ghirardellis)

Approximately 6 dozen pecan halves

Measure out the chips and put them in a small bowl so theyre ready to add when its time.

In a saucepan, combine the water, corn syrup, and white sugar. Place the saucepan on high heat, and STIRRING CONSTANTLY, bring the contents to a boil. Boil for 15 seconds, still STIRRING CONSTANTLY, and pull it off the heat.

Dump in the chips, all at once, and poke them down until almost all of them are covered by the hot syrup mixture. Let the saucepan sit on a cold burner (or on a pad on the counter) for 2˝ minutes.

Gently stir the mixture with a whisk (a fork will also work) until its almost completely smooth. Be careful not to whisk in air, or youll get bubbles.

Set the glaze down on a potholder next to your cookies. Spoon a little over the top of each cookie and let it drizzle down the sides. (You can also pour it over the cookies, but thats a little harder to do.) When youre all through, top each cookie with a pecan half, making sure the nut sticks to the chocolate glaze.

Leave the cookies on the wire rack until the glaze has hardened. This will take approximately 30 minutes. Then eat and enjoy!

Lisas Note: When Im in a hurry and dont have time to glaze the cookies, I just sprinkle them with a little powdered sugar, serve them with chocolate ice cream, and call it a day.

Hannahs Note: Norman says to warn any friends with temporary fillings that the caramels in the center of these cookies are chewy.

Another Note: You can store these cookies in a box lined with wax paper in the refrigerator, but take them out at least thirty minutes before you serve them so that the caramel in the center will soften and not break a tooth!

Yield: Approximately 6 dozen very tasty cookies.

Chapter

Eleven

Hannah checked the list of names that Sally had sent along with the box lunches. It was one-thirty, and everyone had been served with the exception of Ross, Burke Anson, and Deans chauffeur, Connor. Hannah was about to take the remaining lunches back to the walk-in cooler in the kitchen when Ross came in with Burke.

Sorry were late, Ross said, coming around the counter to give her a hug, and then standing there with his arm around her shoulders. Burke and I got hung up on a line rewrite for the scene were shooting this afternoon.

Line rewrite? Hannah asked, picking up on the phrase. She thought she knew what it meant, but she wasnt absolutely certain.

Small changes, Ross explained, that dont affect the staging of the scene, or the basic motivation. Burke thought Jody should stammer slightly whenever Amy brought up their father.

As a clue that Jody killed him?

Right. I mean, were not going to hit them over the head with it, just give a little suggestion of a stammer. Amys not going to react right then, but later shell remember and itll be another almost subliminal indication for her to add to the mix.

Ill go tell Lynne and Erica what we decided, Burke said, taking his lunch and heading over to the table where Lynne was sitting with Erica James and her mother. Jeanette didnt look happy. Was the strain of corralling her daughter too much for her to handle? Then Hannah noticed someone who looked even unhappier than Jeanette James, and she experienced a jolt of surprise. Norman was positively glaring at Ross. Was it because Ross had his arm around her shoulders? Or was there another reason?

Uh-oh, Ross said and dropped his arm. The town dentist looks less than friendly right now. I didnt know he was the jealous type.

He isnt. Not usually.

Maybe Id better take my lunch and go, before he decides to botch up my leading mans caps.

Hannah shot him a sharp look. Norman would never do that! Hes a professional.

Just kidding, Ross said, but he didnt give her another hug before he walked away to take a chair at Deans table.

Next in the door was Connor. Hannah knew it was Connor without being introduced because he wore a black chauffeurs uniform. The handsome silver-haired man stepped up to the counter and flashed Hannah a friendly smile.

Hi, Connor, Hannah said, before he could introduce himself. Im Hannah and heres your lunch.

Nice to meet you, Hannah. Ive heard so much about you.

Connor seemed like a nice man, Hannah thought, as he took the box containing his lunch. He was just turning to leave the counter when Dean rushed up to intercept him.

Connor! the director stood directly in front of him, blocking his way. Did you get a signed release from that Henderson woman so we can use the park?

No, Mr. Lawrence. I did my best to convince her, but she refused to sign.

Deans eyes hardened into slits and Hannah could tell he didnt like being denied. Even after you offered her my incentive?

Yes, Mr. Lawrence.

Cranky old biddy! Dean muttered. All right then, Ill just have to raise the stakes. Do it in increments of a hundred until she signs on the dotted line.

Connor nodded and Hannah suspected hed done this sort of work before. Yes, Mr. Lawrence. Ill need to know the ceiling.

Five grand. Six is a deal breaker. If we have to, we can always move to another location. Remind her that we dont really need her cooperation. The mayors already given us the go ahead.

Is that true, sir? Connor looked uncertain. I was under the impression that she controlled the land and its use until her death.

She does, but I wouldnt expect a woman whos lived on a farm all her life to know the fine points of law. And if it comes down to the wire, who knows? Some of these local yokels whove got a part in that scene might just take things into their own hands. All we have to do is tell them they cant be in the movie because the Henderson woman wont give us permission to use the park.

Hannah did all she could do not to gasp as Deans words sank in and she realized what he meant. She didnt think he was seriously considering doing away with Winnie Henderson, but he was a callous person to even joke about it!

Try to buy her cooperation for three, Dean went on. Its probably more money than shes seen in her whole life. If you can manage that, therell be a little extra something in your paycheck this week.

Thank you, Mr. Lawrence. Connor stood there waiting for further instructions.

Go do it now. You can eat your lunch later. And dont be late for your scene.

No, Mr. Lawrence.

Connor turned to go, but Dean grabbed his arm. Did you get the Tattingers?

Hannah tried not to react as she recognized the name of the famous champagne. Shed tasted it once at an upscale party and actually priced it out at the mall. Since it sold for more than her car payment, she hadnt purchased a bottle.

Yes, Mr. Lawrence, two bottles. Theyre in your office.

Refrigerated?

Naturally, sir.

Good man, Connor. Where did you have to go to find it?

A little place called the Wine Cave at the Tri-County Mall.

Wheres that?

About forty minutes from here, sir.

Very good. Youve been a busy little beaver, Connor. Remind me to give you some time off when we finish up here. And if theres any champagne left, Ill recork it and save it for you.

Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Lawrence. Connor waited until his employer had gone back to his place at the table, and then he turned to leave.

Wait a second, Connor, Hannah called him back.

Yes, Maam?

Its Hannah. You dont have to Maam me. Since youre working through lunch, would you like a cup of coffee to go?

Yes, I would. Thank you very much.

Hannah filled the largest Styrofoam cup she had and clamped on a lid. Here you go, the best cup of Swedish Plasma in the country.

Thanks, Connor said with a chuckle, but he quickly sobered. I know you heard what Mr. Lawrence said to me and I just want you to know that I like Mrs. Henderson, and theres no way Im going to cheat her, even if it means disappointing Mr. Lawrence.

Youre a nice man, Connor. And it cant be easy to be nice when you work for Mr. Lawrence.

Connor smiled, but he didnt say a word and Hannah gave him points for that. And then, just because Connor was a nice man who worked for a condescending unfeeling director who was the total opposite of nice, she stuck her foot in firmly where it didnt belong. If you have any trouble convincing Winnie to sign that release form, come and get me. I know her and maybe I can help.

Mini cherry cheesecakes? Lisa asked, repeating what Hannah had just told her.

Thats right. He said he needs something that can be passed around on a tray at the premiere. Theyre doing all finger food.

So weve got a while to come up with a recipe?

Hannah shook her head. All we have is two days.

But they wont have the premiere until the movies all finished, and edited, and whatever else they do to it.

True, but I stuck my big foot in it and thats why we have a time crunch. I suggested that they use the mini cherry cheesecakes in the cocktail scene and then thered be a tie-in with the premiere.

Thats a great idea! So Mr. Lawrence must have liked it a lot if hes going to do it.

Oh, he loved it, Hannah said, giving a wry grin. He loved it so much he stole it.

Stole it? What do you mean?

By the time we were finished talking, he was saying that it was his idea.

That figures, Lisa said, shaking her head. He isnt the type to give anyone else credit. I knew he wasnt a nice person five minutes after he sat down at the table.

How did you know that?

I was going around with the coffee carafe and I stopped at his table. I asked if he wanted a refill and he held out his cup. Thats all he did, he just held up his cup. He kept right on talking to Mr. Barton and let me give him a refill. And after I did, he just put his cup down in front of him. He didnt even bother to look up or say thank you! Everyone else at the table did, but not him. He thinks hes too big for his own britches!

Hannah couldnt help it, she laughed. The old-fashioned phrase sounded strange coming from a woman whod just turned twenty. You sound like your grandma, she said.

I know. Ive always loved that saying. It makes me think of a smart-mouthed guy running around without pants.

Lisa! Hannah was slightly shocked. Her normally very proper and slightly naďve partner had loosened up a lot now that she was married.

Well, it does. Not that Id like to see Mr. Lawrence that way! A little color climbed up Lisas cheeks and Hannah knew she was about to change the subject to something less embarrassing. So we need those mini cheesecakes by Wednesday?

Thats right. Do you have any ideas?

Lisa looked thoughtful for a moment. Let me work on it, Hannah. Ive seen something like that, and I think my mother used to make them. Ill look through her recipe file and if I dont find it there, Ill ask Dad if he remembers.

Do you think he might? Hannah asked, hoping that Jack Hermans memory would come through for them. Hed taken part in an Alzheimers study and the cocktail of three new drugs hed tested had helped tremendously.

Maybe, Lisa said, shrugging slightly. And maybe not. Well just have to wait and see. I hope he does, because it makes him so happy when he remembers something.

As Lisa refilled the carafe with hot water and stocked up on tea bags for the tea drinkers who wanted a second cup, Hannah thought about what shed said. The comment was typical of her kind-hearted partner who saw lifes cookie jar half full instead of half empty. Of course Lisa wanted to track down the recipe, but that was less important than making her father happy.

Hannah?

Hannah turned from the kitchen counter, where she was restocking one of the serving jars, to see Norman standing just inside the swinging door.

Do you have a minute? he asked.

Thats exactly what Ive got, one minute. Were out of cookies and Lisas waiting for these. Just let me carry them out to her and Ill have a lot more than one minute.

Ill help, Norman said, picking up two of the jars, one containing Molasses Crackles, and the other filled with Boggles. Hannah grabbed the jar with Lisas White Chocolate Supremes, and the one filled with Cinnamon Crisps, and off they went to the coffee shop.

With both of them carrying, it took only three trips to deliver the cookies. When they came back to the kitchen for the final time, Hannah poured them both a cup of coffee from the kitchen pot, and they sat down on stools at the work island.

I dont like Dean Lawrence, Norman said out of the blue.

Neither do I. Hes the type of person that makes me appreciate exposure at the city gates.

Norman, whod looked very serious up to that point, started to laugh. He must have really gotten to you.

He did.

How?

Hannah ticked the reasons off on her fingers. Hes arrogant, condescending, and callous. He thinks Winnie Henderson is dumb just because she lives on a farm, and he called the people who live in Lake Eden local yokels. He steals other peoples ideas, he has no respect for anyone, and to top it off, he thinks hes irresistible to women!

But other than that, you like him okay?

Hannahs jaw dropped open and then she giggled, something she hadnt done since seventh grade. Norman was being sarcastic and shed fallen for it. You got me, Norman.

If only I did! Norman sounded very serious and Hannahs giggles stopped abruptly. Thats one of the reasons I followed you into the kitchen. I need to talk to you in private.

Hannahs early warning system activated. If Ross was right and Norman was jealous, that jealousy might prod him into another declaration. Youre not going to ask me to marry you again, are you?

Not today. My egos had all it can take for the month. This is something different.

Hannah discovered shed been holding her breath without realizing it and she exhaled quickly. What is it, Norman?

Remember that letter you found in Lucy Richardss desk? The one I said Id let you read if I ever asked you to marry me?

Hannah started holding her breath again and this time it was deliberate. Of course she remembered the letter! It had come from the Seattle Police Department and it had just about killed her not to open it. After shed handed it over, still tightly sealed, Norman had told her it held information about him that might just kill his mother if it were to be made public. And while this information might not put him out of business in Lake Eden, it would certainly change his patients opinion of him.

You remember the letter, dont you, Hannah? Norman prompted.

Yes. Yes, I do, Hannah managed to say, and a tingle of apprehension ran through her. Was Norman going to tell her his secret at long last?

Well I didnt let you read the letter before I proposed. And I need to know if thats why you turned me down.

No, Hannah said, quite honestly. The letter had nothing to do with my decision. I just chose not to choose right then. I explained all that down at the café.

Okay, I just had to check. It was really bothering me. I figured if that letter was the only thing standing between fried egg sandwiches at my bachelor kitchen table and happily ever after with you, Id bite the bullet and publish the darned thing in the Lake Eden Journal.

Hannahs eyes widened. But you said it would just about kill your mother!

I didnt mean it literally. It would embarrass her a lot, but Im pretty sure shed get over it eventually.

Youd take a chance like that?

Yes, if youd marry me.

Hannah was silent for a long moment. She knew Norman adored his mother, but he must love her even more. She was tempted, sorely tempted to say yes, but she couldnt.

Hannah? Should I take that letter to Rod at the paper? I really will do it, you know.

I know. And thats very sweet, but I cant marry you. Hannah saw Normans face fall and she softened her response, 

at least not yet.

Chapter

Twelve

Ouch! Hannah yelped, staring down at her pet in surprise. Moishes ears were back and his fur was beginning to bristle. She might have followed her earlier ouch with something a bit more colorful, but it was Tuesday, Moishe was filming his second scene in Crisis in Cherrywood, and she was sitting in a pew at Holy Redeemer Lutheran Church. Even though Moishes claws were needle sharp and her thighs stung from the punctures, swearing would not have been appropriate.

Hes nervous, Norman said, collecting Moishe from his perch on Hannahs lap. Ill take him outside and walk him around a little. Just come and get me when theyre ready for him.

At first Hannah thought Norman had something in his eye, because he winked at her several times. She was about to ask him what was wrong when she spotted the cause for Normans wink, her felines anxiety, and the little puncture marks Moishes claws had left on her denim clad legs. Delores was approaching, striding hurriedly up the center aisle, and not even the lure of Hollywood fame would keep her cat docile when he caught sight of the person at the top of his Least Favorite list.

Hello, Mother, she said, giving Norman the high sign to skedaddle, and then patting the pew beside her. Have a seat.

Thank you, dear. I know Im early, but I wanted to see Moishes scene. I missed out yesterday.

Now this is a fine pickle, Hannah thought, using her fathers term to describe a dilemma. She had to think of some way to get her mother as far away from Moishe as possible.

Id love to have you watch, Hannah said, clutching onto the first excuse that occurred to her, but Traceys going to be disappointed.

What do you mean? Andrea told me that Traceys first scene isnt being filmed until later tomorrow.

Thats true, but theyre working on her hair and makeup right now down at the Cut n Curl. And after that, shes being fitted for her costumes. I just naturally assumed that youd want to be there, especially since Bills in Miami and Andreas dealing with all these stage mother things alone.

Youre absolutely right! Thank you for telling me, dear. Delores rose to her feet with a grateful smile. Of course shed never say anything, but with Bill gone and all, shes bound to want someone with her

not to mention how much better Tracey would feel with Grandma there.

Hannah watched her mother rush out and she gave a huge sigh of relief. She was free at last, but shed have to pay the price. Once Andrea figured out what had brought Delores descending on them like a cloud of locusts, shed owe her sister a whole batch of cookies and then some!

Incredible! Clark said, turning to Hannah with a smile. Just look at that. Hes giving me his best profile.

Hannah smiled and nodded. She wasnt sure what else to do. It was true that Moishe was being amazingly cooperative, holding the poses that Dean called for, and not moving until he said that it was a wrap.

Only one more to go, Dean said, motioning to Erica, who was waiting in the front pew. Hannahs going to put him in your lap. When shes out of the scene, pick him up in your arms and take him with you when you walk up to the coffin to view your father. Stand there for a minute looking sad, and then go back and sit down.

Hannah placed Moishe on Ericas lap and waited for the fireworks to start. Moishe didnt like being held by people he didnt know and she hoped the movie company had plenty of insurance. But when Erica picked Moishe up and cuddled him to her chest, something Hannah was sure would earn her a royal slashing with both front and back claws, her cat surprised her so much she gasped out loud.

Instead of lashing out, Moishe gave Erica his best kitty smile, the one where his eyes turned to slits and his cheeks rounded out. And then he let her lug him up to the casket, held in a position that Hannah knew couldnt possibly be comfortable. When she lifted him up so that he could see inside, Moishe licked her cheek, just as if he knew he was supposed to comfort her. Was her cat an actor? Most assuredly! If Moishe hadnt been dreaming dreams of stardom, he would have torn the expensive black silk suit Erica was wearing to shreds.

Ive got a lead, Hannah! Lisa rushed up to her the moment Hannah came back into The Cookie Jar.

Thats nice, Hannah said, plunking Moishe down on one of the tables and tethering his leash to the leg. A lead on what?

The mini cherry cheesecake appetizers. Dad didnt recall them when I asked him last night, but this morning he remembered that Mom got the recipe from a neighbor, Mary Hutchinson. She lived across the street from us at the end of the block. But Mary and Marv moved to Iowa and I dont have a forwarding address. Who do you think might

? Lisa stopped speaking in midthought and began to smile. Andrea!

Yes, Andrea might know. Shes sold a lot of houses in Lake Eden and Im sure the seller has to leave a forwarding address.

And we can ask her, because shes here right now!

Lisa motioned toward the door and Hannah turned to see her sister opening it. Andrea looked about as far from happy as anyone could get and for a brief moment, Hannah was puzzled. Then she remembered sending their mother to the Cut n Curl to advise Andrea on Traceys makeup and costumes. It had taken less than an hour, but the chickens had come home to roost. Her stylish sister had a frown on her face that looked every bit as rugged as the topography of the Pyrenees. Andrea was loaded for bear and Hannah harbored the unfortunate suspicion that she was Ursa Major.

Well

all right, Andrea conceded, choosing another of the chocolate truffles Hannah had stashed in the walk-in cooler for precisely this type of emergency. I guess I forgive you, but it was a dirty trick fobbing Mother off on me that way.

I know. Its just that I dont like pain and Moishe was grating the skin on my legs like lemon peel.

That sounds painful, Lisa said, giving Hannah her next line.

It was. And I figured maybe Mother would relieve you and you could come over and see Moishe act.

I just came from the church and Reverend Knudson told me youd already left. How did Moishe do?

Hes a natural born actor, at least thats what Dean called him.

I figured he would be. Hes always posing, even when nobody has a camera.

Lisa looked at Hannah and wiggled her eyebrows. Hannah wiggled back in a silent signal that Andrea was calm enough to answer their question.

We need some information, Andrea, Hannah told her. And youre the only one who can help us.

I am?

Thats right. Do you remember who sold the Hutchinson house, kitty-corner from Lisas old house?

I sold it. It was my first sale as a real estate professional.

Wonderful! Lisa gave a relieved smile. Do you happen to know where the Hutchinsons moved?

Someplace in Iowa. Do you need the street address?

Yes, Hannah said. Mary has a recipe for mini cherry cheesecakes and we need it for the cocktail scene in the movie.

Okay. Just hold on a second and Ill get it for you.

To Hannahs surprise, Andrea took out her cell phone and punched in some numbers. While she was waiting, she took out her pen and her leather-bound notebook and turned to a blank page.

Im connected. Hold on, she said to Lisa and Hannah, and then she punched in more information on the phone keypad. There was another wait and then Andrea started to write on the paper. When she was finished, she punched another couple of numbers and switched off the phone, dropped it back in her purse, and handed the page to Lisa. Here you go. I got the phone number, too.

How? Hannah asked, staring at her sister in amazement. You didnt say a word.

Thats because I wasnt talking to a person. I didnt feel like running back out to the car to get my laptop, so I used my cell phone to connect to the state real estate boards central computer. Thats where all the information is stored.

You can do that?

Of course. You really ought to keep up with things, Hannah. Technologys great and youre still stuck in the Dark Ages!

Right, Hannah said, looking around her and realizing that her sister had a point. All but one table was filled with afternoon coffee drinkers and at least three out of five people were talking on a cell phone. She counted four laptop computers, and only one person was making notes with a pen.

At least get a computer. Everybodys got a computer. They make life a lot easier.

Maybe, Hannah said. I can see where you need one, but Im still not sure about me. Ill make you a promise, though.

Okay. What?

The day that Mother gets a computer, Ill get one too.

Oh, sure. Like thats going to happen! Andrea gave a short, little laugh, and then she turned to Lisa. Go and call Mary now.

But its time for me to go around with the coffee carafe.

Ill do it for you, Andrea volunteered. Go ahead and make the call. And tell Mary hi from me.

Hannah tried not to show how surprised she was as Andrea got up to don an apron. Her sister had never been this eager to wait on tables before. You dont have to, you know. I can



No, I want to, Andrea insisted, picking up the coffee carafe and bending close so that only Hannah would hear. I want to find out if that trick youre always talking about really works.

For a moment, Hannah was puzzled, but then she figured it out. Youre talking about the invisible caterer trick? The one where people keep right on talking, even if its really private, just as if youre not right there filling up their coffee cups?

Yes. Then Ill have some really juicy movie gossip to tell Bill when he calls tonight.

Hannah was amused as Andrea went off to refill coffee cups and gather gossip. She got herself another cup of coffee and sat behind the counter trying to relax. Shed been nervous all day, even though Moishe had been on his best behavior and his scenes had gone off perfectly. It wasnt her cat she was worried about. It was Mike and Norman. And Ross. She thought about Ross, wondering what effect a romance with him would have on the existing triangle she shared with Mike and Norman. Would one more person turn it into a square? Or perhaps a box? It was certainly true that shed boxed herself in by dating three men!

That brought up another image and Hannah frowned slightly. Shed seen the legendary French mime, Marcel Marceau, perform his routine of a person inside a glass box. Now that her triangle had changed into a box, was she the person inside, trapped there until she chose the right man for her husband?

Chapter

Thirteen

Lisa emerged from the kitchen less than ten minutes later. She was waving a piece of paper and wearing the broadest smile Hannah had ever seen.

You got it? Hannah guessed, already knowing the answer.

You bet I got it! Lisa announced sliding into her chair. These are just perfect, and theyre hardly any work at all. Theyre made in cupcake papers and they use store-bought vanilla wafers and cherry pie filling!

Hannah took the paper and glanced down at the title, Janes Mini Cherry Cheesecakes. Whos Jane? I thought you got this recipe from Mary Hutchinson.

I did, but she got it from her cousin, Jane. What do you think of it?

Hannah read through one of the easiest and cleverest recipes shed ever seen. Twenty-four muffin tins were lined with cupcake papers and a vanilla wafer was placed in the bottom. The cheesecake batter was mixed, spooned in on top of the vanilla wafer, and then they were baked. When the mini cheesecakes were cool, they were topped off with three cherries from the can of pie filling and chilled for at least four hours before serving. Thats certainly easy. But are they good?

Mary says theyre wonderful and everybody always asks her to bring them to parties. The really neat thing is the cherry pie filling.

Whys that? Hannah asked, feeling a bit like the straight man in a two-man comedy routine.

You need three cherries for each little cheesecake and there are exactly seventy-two cherries in a can of pie filling. That means it always comes out even.

Really?

Thats what Mary says and shes been making them for a long time. I want to try them now, Hannah. Is that okay?

Its fine, but how about the cherry pie filling? We dont have any.

I already called Florence and she said shed let me in the back door of the Red Owl. Shes doing inventory.

Hannah nodded and Lisa was off in a flash, fairly racing for the kitchen door. When her young partner got enthusiastic about something, she didnt let anything stand in her way. Hannah knew Herb had figured that out early in his relationship with Lisa. When Lisa had made up her mind she wanted to date him, Herb had found himself asking her out. And when Lisa had decided she wanted to marry him, Herb had found himself proposing. Hannah had a feeling their whole marriage would be that way. And she was just as certain that Herb wouldnt mind one bit.

The front door to The Cookie Jar opened and a handsome young man walked in. He was wearing casual clothes, but they fit him perfectly and Hannah had the feeling that they were expensive. She assumed that he was someone from the movie crew she hadnt met and gave him a smile of welcome.

Hi, Hannah! the man greeted her. And then he read the blank expression on her face and laughed. You dont recognize me?

Hannahs mind churned as fast as a master butter-makers tub gone berserk. It was no use. She had no idea who the young man was. She was about to shake her head and admit it when he pointed to the discrete gold stud in one earlobe.

P. K.? Hannah guessed, remembering the night engineer from KCOW Television whod let them watch outtakes from the Hartland Flour Bakeoff.

Its me. When they made me a feature reporter, I ditched the ponytail and the beard.

You kept the earring, Hannah commented.

Yes, but I had to tone it down a little. The diamond was too flashy for the camera. This ones brushed gold.

Hannah got P. K. settled with a couple of cookies and a mug of coffee and then she sat down across the table from him. So

what brings you here?

Burke Anson. KCOW sent me out to interview him for my segment of Night News at Ten. I do the entertainment news.

Good for you! But I thought you wanted to direct.

I do. And Ill get there eventually, now that Im moving up the ladder. Burke said I could catch him here between scenes. He wants to do the interview at The Cookie Jar if thats all right with you.

Here? Hannah was surprised. Why not on the set?

I dont know. Maybe he thought it would be too distracting. He said to meet him here and since Im the one asking and not the other way around, he gets to call the shots.

Right. Hannah wondered why she didnt get to call the shots, especially since Burke wanted to use The Cookie Jar for a backdrop without even asking her.

Well only use a small corner of the coffee shop, and Ill make sure to mention where we are, P. K. said, practically reading her mind. Itll be good advertising for your business. And Dee-Dee will do it, too. You know how she gives teasers before the commercials?

You mean when she announces whats coming up next?

Exactly. P. K. cleared his throat and went into a credible imitation of Dee-Dee Hughes, co-anchor of Night News. Stay tuned for an exclusive interview with Burke Anson at The Cookie Jar in Lake Eden, right after these words from our sponsors.

Hannah laughed. P. K. had mastered Dee-Dees voice perfectly. Do you need me to move tables or anything?

No, my cameraman and I can take care of that when Burke gets here. Whats your take on him anyway?

Burke? Hannah asked, stalling for time. She wasnt about to give P. K. any candid comments he could use on his segment.

Yeah, Burke. What do you think of him?

I really dont know him that well, Hannah said diplomatically and also truthfully. Hes certainly a handsome man.

Thats what my girlfriend says.

And I heard that he was a good actor.

I heard that, too. But I also heard that hes not exactly buddy-buddy with Dean Lawrence.

I havent heard anything about that, Hannah said, also truthfully.

Nothing?

Nothing, Hannah insisted, shaking her head.

And youd tell me if youd heard? Hannah shook her head again and P. K. laughed. I didnt think so. Youre a reporters nightmare, Hannah. You dont gossip.

I try not to, Hannah said. I wouldnt be in business long if I repeated everything I heard.

As if on cue, Andrea came rushing over with her coffee carafe. Guess what I just heard! Sophie, shes the wardrobe mistress, told me that



Traceys costumes were just beautiful, Hannah interrupted what she feared was about to be a juicy tidbit. I know. She told me this morning. Heres an old friend you probably wont recognize, Andrea. Its



Now it was Andreas turn to interrupt, P. K! Its really good to see you again.

How did you recognize him when I didnt? Hannah wanted to know.

The KCOW logo on his company pin. I noticed it that night we watched the outtakes of the Hartland Flour Bakeoff. P. K.s pin has a purple O and everybody elses O is blue.

Youre right, P. K. sounded pleased. They gave us pins for Christmas two years ago and somebody goofed on this one. They wanted to send it back and get another one for me, but I said I wanted it because it was different.

Hannah stared at the tiny logo pin and shook her head in disbelief. It was so small, she hadnt even seen it. Andrea had not only seen the pin, shed also noticed that the color on one of the letters was incorrect. Her sister had amazing powers of observation when it came to clothing and fashion.

So what are you doing now, P. K.? Andrea sat down in the chair next to Hannahs.

Im the entertainment reporter on Night News at Ten.

I see, Andrea said, flashing Hannah a grateful look. I havent watched the news for a while. Ill have to tune in.

So how do you like having a movie filmed practically in your backyard?

Andrea laughed. Its not even close to my backyard, but its in our mothers store. Theyre using Grannys Attic for a set.

Really? P. K. pulled out a notebook and made a note. I heard that they were casting some locals. Did anyone you know get a part?

We know everyone who got a part! Hannah couldnt resist saying. This is Lake Eden. Its not that big.

P. K. looked a little sheepish. True. How about the big parts? Do you know the little girl who was cast?

Andrea looked at Hannah, and Hannah looked right back. There was a breathless moment where Hannah waited for Andrea to say something, and Andrea waited for Hannah to say something. The silence stretched out for several heartbeats and then they both burst out laughing.

Whats so funny?

My daughter! Andrea said.

My niece, Hannah replied.

And then both of them started to talk at once, telling P. K. about how he should interview Tracey, and how she was bound to be famous when Crisis in Cherrywood hit the theaters.

Not at all, Burke replied, looking straight into the camera as he responded to P. K.s question about their exhausting shooting schedule and whether it was taking a toll on the quality of the production. Our director, Mr. Dean Lawrence, wont let us get by with anything less than our best performance.

Hannah hid a grin. Burke was flattering the Bad Boy director outrageously. So much for the rumor that Burke and Dean didnt get along! She listened to P. K.s next question, something about their full-dress rehearsals, but before she could hear Burkes answer, Andrea summoned her from the kitchen doorway.

Whats wrong? Hannah asked when she saw her sisters expression. Andrea looked panic-stricken.

P. K. wants to interview me next. I said yes, but now I wish I hadnt. What am I going to say?

Hell ask you a question. All you have to do is answer it.

But what if I dont know the answer?

Youre panicking for no reason and its time to buck up. Come on, Andrea. Dont forget youre a real estate agent.

Youre right, Andrea said, and she squared her shoulders. Im a real estate professional and what I dont know, I can make up. They taught us how to do that in real estate college.

You mean to call something a gourmet kitchen if its got a spice rack on the wall? And to say a house is cozy if its small and cramped?

Andreas mouth dropped open and then she started to laugh. She laughed so hard, tears rolled down her cheeks. You really shouldnt say that, Hannah. Youre making fun of my chosen profession.

Well

maybe I am. Just a little. But Ill bet youre not nervous anymore.

Of course Im nervous. Im so nervous, I could

 Andrea stopped speaking and gave her older sister a wide-eyed look. Youre right. Im not nervous anymore! How did you do that?

You cant be nervous and amused at the same time. Theyre both powerful emotions and one overrides the other. If your sense of humor kicks in, you lose your case of nerves

at least according to the professor who taught the psychology class I took in college.

Fascinating, Andrea said, giving Hannah a probing look. What else did he say? Are there any other emotions that cancel each other out?

Theres another pair that I remember. He said you cant be angry and amorous at the same time.

Amorous?

You know, Hannah said, and then she made little kissing noises.

Oh, that amorous, Andrea said, beginning to grin. Thanks for telling me, but I think I already knew that. It must have been instinctive.

Youre probably right, Hannah said with a laugh. Her psychology professor had insisted that particular phenomenon was the secret of any happy marriage.

All the same, maybe Id better put it to the test, Andrea said with an impish smile. Bill can try it out on me, right after he gets home from Miami with Ronni Ward.

So what do you think? Lisa asked, presenting Hannah with the tray of Mini Cherry Cheesecakes. Will Mr. Lawrence like them?

They look fantastic, and I think thats more important than how they taste.

Hannah! Lisa looked positively shocked. How can you say such a thing?

I was thinking about Dean Lawrence, not us. We care how things taste more than how they look.

Oh, now I understand. And youre right about him. Hes a very shallow person. Everything is me, me, me.

How so? Hannah asked, agreeing with her young partner completely but wanting Lisa to enumerate her reasons.

First of all, he just assumes that hes irresistible to women.

You noticed?

I couldnt help but notice. I told you about refilling his coffee and how he kept right on talking and didnt even say thank you.

I remember.

Well, that was better than what happened just a couple of minutes ago when I went around with the coffee carafe again.

What happened?

He made a pass and I wont go into detail. Lets just say he doesnt know how to keep his hands to himself. I wasnt expecting it and it startled me so much, I almost poured hot coffee down his collar.

Maybe you should have.

Lisa giggled. Maybe youre right. If he ever does it again, Ill figure out a way to let him know its not appreciated. But theres another thing about him I noticed.

Whats that?

He believes that appearance is more important than substance. Thats the earmark of a charlatan

or a magician. Its all an illusion. And its all accomplished by misdirected attention. Smoke and mirrors. You know what I mean, right?

Hannah stared at her partner with new respect. That sounds right to me. But how do you know that?

Herbs an amateur magician. He says hes not good enough to take his act public yet, but hes done a few tricks for me, and I think hes simply fantastic. He started practicing in high school, but he never showed anyone until he married me.

It was a new fact about Herb shed never known, and Hannah added it to the complicated mix that made up her high school classmate. I had no idea. He really ought to perform at the community center on Halloween.

I think so, too. He almost did it last year, but he said he wasnt quite ready. Maybe this year.

Maybe, Hannah said, taking the lesson shed just learned to heart. Living in a small town was deceptive. Just when you thought you knew everything about everybody, something came along to knock that theory to smithereens.

JANES MINI CHERRY CHEESECAKES

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the center position

2 eight-ounce packages softened cream cheese (room temperature)***

ž cup white (granulated) sugar

2 eggs

1 Tablespoon lemon juice

1 teaspoon vanilla

24 vanilla wafer cookies

24 cupcake liners (48 if youre like me and you like to use double papers)

1 can cherry pie filling, chilled (21 ounces net weight)

***Use brick cream cheese, the kind that comes in a rectangular package. Dont use whipped cream cheese unless you want to experimentwhipped cream cheese, or low-fat, or Neufchatel might work, but I dont know that for sure.

Line two muffin pans (the kind of pan that makes 12 muffins each) with paper cupcake liners. Put one vanilla wafer cookie in the bottom of each cupcake paper, flat side down.

Chill the unopened can of cherry pie filling in the refrigerator while you make the mini cheesecakes.

You can do all of this by hand, but its easier with an electric mixer on slow to medium speed:

Mix the softened cream cheese with the white sugar until its thoroughly blended. Add the eggs one at a time, beating after each addition. Then mix in the lemon juice and vanilla, and beat until light and fluffy.

Spoon the cheesecake batter into the muffin tins, dividing it as equally as you can. When youre through, each cupcake paper should be between half and two-thirds full. (Theyre going to look skimpy, but theyll be fine once theyre baked and you put on the cherry topping.)

Bake at 350 degrees F. for 15 to 20 minutes, or until the top has set and has a satin finish. (The center may sink a bit, but thats okaythe topping will cover that.)

Cool the mini cheesecakes in the pans on wire racks.

When the cheesecakes are cool, open the can of cherry pie filling and place three cherries on top of every mini cheesecake. Divide the cherry juice equally among the 24 mini cheesecakes.

Refrigerate in the muffin tins for at least 4 hours before serving. (Overnight is even better.) Then take them out of the tins, carefully remove the cupcake papers, and place them on a silver platter for an elegant dessert at a finger food party.

Hannahs Note: I made these with Comstock Dark Cherry Pie Filling and came up 4 cherries short. Lisas can of regular cherry pie filling had 72 cherries, 3 for each of her Mini Cherry Cheesecakes.

Hannahs 2nd Note: If you prefer, you can use fresh fruits glazed with melted jelly instead of the canned cherry pie filling. You can also use any other pie filling you like.

Chapter

Fourteen

Hannah was sitting at the work island in the kitchen of The Cookie Jar, taking a well-deserved break. Shed just finished making Dean Lawrences cheesecakes and they were sitting in state in the walk-in cooler, along with the tray of Janes Mini Cherry Cheesecakes that Lisa had made. Both types of cherry delectables would be thoroughly chilled and ready for delivery to Deans office in the morning. Hannah would perform that duty. There was no way she would let Lisa come into contact with the seasoned Romeo alone in his fancy Winnebago.

A chuckle escaped Hannahs throat as she thought of what would happen if Lisa delivered the goodies and the Bad Boy Director made another pass at her. There were some in town who might still consider her a blushing bride, but Lisa was far from innocent when it came to dealing with amorous males. According to Hannahs youngest sister, Michelle, whod been Lisas classmate at Jordan High, one particular basketball player had ended up benched for a week with a black eye after he tried to get fresh with Lisa on a date. No, Hannahs concern wasnt for her partner. Lisa could and would take care of herself. And her concern wasnt for Dean Lawrence, either. If Lisa was forced to use what Michelle had called her wicked left hook, he would deserve that and then some. Hannahs concern was for Ross and what it would mean for Crisis in Cherrywood if his director got benched for medical reasons.

There was only an hour to go before they could close the shop for the day, and Hannah was anticipating an evening at home with Moishe, a simple dinner of whatever she could find in her cupboards or her refrigerator, and a trial run of a new recipe shed mixed up while the cheesecakes were baking. It was a type of cookie she knew Lynne would like, modeled after her favorite sandwich, peanut butter and banana on toast. It was the only cooking Lynne had ever done, if you could call toasting bread, spreading peanut butter, and slicing bananas cooking. Theyd eaten so many peanut butter and banana sandwiches while studying together for finals in college that Hannah hadnt been able to look at a jar of peanut butter for a full year after shed left the campus to return home.

Hannah had just finished the last of her coffee and was preparing to rinse out her mug in the sink when the back door opened and her mother breezed in.

Hello, Hannah, Delores greeted her eldest daughter. I have wonderful news!

You do? Hannah took one look at her mothers delighted expression and smiled right back. It was the first time shed seen Delores look truly happy since Winthrops abrupt exit from her life.

We finished early and Jared told us its absolutely perfect! The nineteen-fifties house is up and running, and I want you to be the first to see it. I value your opinion, dear.

Thank you, Mother. Id love to see it, Hannah agreed, pleased that her mother had chosen her for the first viewing. Just let me ask Lisa to hold down the fort while Im gone.

A moment later, Hannah was back. She grabbed her coat from the hook by the back door and followed her mother across the parking lot to the rear of Grannys Attic. She wasnt even mildly suspicious until Delores opened the back door of Grannys Attic, and Hannah found Ross Barton waiting for them. Was this another of her mothers matchmaking attempts? Or had she invited Ross by virtue of his writerproducer hyphenate?

Hey, Hannah! Ross looked pleased to see her as she came through the back door and into the small narrow room that Delores and Carrie used for storage. They made me wait in here for you. Were supposed to be the first to see it.

Thats so you an keep us from looking like fools if theres something wrong, Carrie confessed, looking almost as happy as Delores did. All you have to do is tell us, and well fix it before anyone else sees it.

Ross gave both older ladies a warm smile. Im sure its perfect. Can we go in now?

Yes, but walk around the side of the building and come in the front way, Delores instructed. We want you to get the full effect of the porch and then the living room. She gave them a sweet smile. You will indulge me, wont you?

Of course, Ross said, and led Hannah back out the door. They walked, single file, around the side of the building. It wasnt until they rounded the corner to the front that Ross spoke. I cant believe they got it done so fast. Your mother and Carrie are amazing.

Amazing, Hannah said, although amazing wasnt the word she would have chosen. Deceptive, perhaps. Maybe even conniving or scheming. And if she wanted to tone it down just a bit, manipulative was always a safe bet. Delores was definitely up to something, but Hannah wasnt about to get into it now. The less Ross knew about her mothers machinations, the better. Shed have a private chat with Delores later and find out exactly what was going on.

We had a front porch just like this in Duluth, Ross said, when they opened the door.

Everyone had a front porch like this, Hannah looked around at the addition to Grannys Attic that had been created by the wizardry of Rosss studio carpenters. Theres even a rug by the front door for boots.

With boots on it. And theyre from the right time period. My mother had a pair of boots just like that. She told me she wore them in high school.

Hannah gazed down at the brown suede boots with fur around the tops. If she remembered correctly, those boots had come from her mothers closet. So there should be a coatrack, or a hall closet, or something like that when we go through the inside door.

Coatrack, Ross announced as he opened the door to the inside. It was the room that in larger, more expensive houses, would be called a foyer. Its perfect, Hannah. The coatracks sitting on a homemade rag rug to catch the drips.

Of course it is. Youre talking about egg money here. Almost every farm wife used her egg money to buy a loom to make rag rugs. They made the rugs from everything you can think of, including burlap sacks and plastic grocery bags. They sold them to the people in town, and the tourists that came through in the summer.

A cottage industry?

Rag rugs, hooked rugs with designs on them, and hand-sewn chair pads for wooden kitchen chairs. Everybody had a craft in the fifties. Hannah stopped at the mahogany door that led to the inside of the house. Beveled glass, and its decorated with ferns and

is that a letter, or a design?

Its a letter T, and its perfect. Amy and Jodys last name is Thompson.

The hallway sported a wooden staircase that Hannah knew led up to nowhere, and two doors that were placed opposite each other. Hannah chose the one on the left, opened it, and stepped inside. It was a fairly small room and the first detail that caught her eye made her smile.

Whats got you so amused? Ross asked.

The black panther light on top of the television set. My Grandma Ingrid had one just like it.

Maybe it is your Grandma Ingrids.

Thats not impossible. Mothers got a lot of her things in storage.

Shes got a green lava lamp, too. Ross pointed to the end table where a lava lamp expurgated its bulbous bubbles.

The only thing thats missing is a

granny afghan! Hannah burst into delighted laughter as she saw the crocheted wonder draped over the back of the green tweed couch. It was a granny afghan extraordinaire, done in shades of green and blue, surrounded by black borders.

Perfect, Ross said, gesturing toward the couch that was positioned strategically in front of the television set. Theres room here for three to watch television.

Two. Nobody likes to sit in the middle of a couch. Theres nowhere to rest your elbows.

Lime green shag carpeting! Ross exclaimed with a grin. Your mother and Carrie did a really good job re-creating the nineteen-fifties. They must have done a lot of research.

Not necessarily, Hannah thought, but she didnt say it. If her mother wanted everyone to think she didnt remember the fifties, Hannah wasnt about to call her bluff.

This is nice and homey. Ross looked around at the ivory wallpaper with little green ivy vines marching down in stripes. Theres even an overstuffed armchair with a pole lamp for reading. If we take out the glass in the window, we can shoot that scene with Tracey reading to Moishe in here.

It all looks good to me. Lets go see how they decorated the formal living room, since youll be using it for the cocktail party.

Hannah headed for the set of French doors that separated the small informal family room from the formal living room. The moment she stepped inside the larger space, Hannah knew her mother and Carrie had produced something that was about as close to perfection as anyone could come.

Gorgeous, Ross pronounced, echoing her emotion.

Yes, Hannah said, walking around the room in awe. Her mother and Carrie had perfectly re-created the elegant look that had been so popular in expensive homes at the time. The living room floor had a wine red carpet surrounded by a parquet wood border. The drapes were heavy wine-red silk and the walls were covered with ivory flocked wallpaper. There were gilt-edged mirrors in strategic places and several large landscapes in ornate frames.

The pianos a nice touch, Ross said, heading for the gleaming white baby grand that was positioned by the floor-to-ceiling bookcases. Well have someone playing it at the cocktail party.

No, you wont, Hannah said, lifting the lid to find absolutely nothing inside. Its just a shell.

Thats okay. Well mix in the sound later. As long as theres a keyboard, someone can pretend to play.

When theyd finished exploring the formal living room and spotted the desk that would be used for the suicide scene, Hannah and Ross headed back out to the hallway to open the second door.

Its straight out of The Student Prince, Hannah breathed, eyeing the bedroom with its delft blue walls, white curtains, and white furniture. Is this Amys room?

Yes. See that cushion on the dormer window?

Hannah nodded. It was the only jarring note in the room. The cushion was bright orange.

Thats for Moishe. Amy bought it so hed have a spot to sit and watch the birds. Her father threw it in the trash because it didnt match the rest of her room, but Jody retrieved it and gave it back to her on the day of their fathers funeral.

Sounds like a nasty man.

He was.

Hannah stopped for a moment and then she began to frown. Whos playing the father in the movie? I havent met him yet.

And you wont. The father is done entirely in voice-over. I wanted it that way for impact. We never get to see him, therefore we cant find anything about him to like.

Interesting, Hannah said.

I just hope itll work. Its always a gamble, casting villains. If they overplay the evil, they can be almost comical. And if theyre a bit too nice, the audience sympathizes with them. Thats why I decided to try a more radical approach. The father appears only in Amys mind. That should make him larger than life, more menacing, and totally unsympathetic. It also gives me an escape hatch, because its the father in her mind, not the real father.

Hannah thought about that for a minute, and then she smiled. It sounds like good reasoning to me. But Im not a filmmaker and you are.

I just hope its not too hokey. If it is, itll be a simple matter to take out all but the most critical scenes and cast someone quickly.

When will you know?

By dailies on Friday night. Do you want to come out and watch them with me? Sallys got us set up in the bar.

I wouldnt miss it, Hannah said, thoroughly fascinated by the concept.

Okay. Lets go tell your mother and Carrie what we think.

Fine. I think its fantastic, but youre the producer. What do you think?

I think its fantastic, too.

You really think its that good? Delores asked, her eyes sparkling in excitement.

I do. If I didnt know better, Id think youd been dressing sets all your lives.

Thank you! Carrie looked just as delighted as Delores did. We did work very hard on it.

And you finished it ahead of schedule. Do you know how rare that is in the movie industry?

Both Delores and Carrie shook their heads and then Delores cleared her throat. Since you like your sets so much, I have a favor to ask.

Whats that?

Invite Hannah out to the inn for dinner tonight. I just know shes not going to eat right.

Really, Mother! Youre about as subtle as a ballerina in hip waders! Hannah thought, but she didnt say it. It seemed as if her mother had given up on Norman and Mike as likely candidates for sons-in-law, and was now concentrating all her efforts on Ross.

My pleasure, Ross said, slipping his arm around Hannahs shoulders and giving her a little squeeze. And after dinner, Ill have dailies of Moishe for her to see. How about you two? Would you like to join us?

Delores shook her head. Thats very nice of you, but no thanks. Theyre having a sale at the mall tonight and I promised Carrie Id go shopping with her.

We can go shopping another time, Carrie declared.

But how about the sale? Its twenty percent off.

Id probably buy something I didnt need anyway. And Im certainly not going to turn down such a nice invitation. Come on, Delores. Lets go see that footage of your grandcat,

My grandcat? Delores exclaimed, turning to give Carrie a dirty look. How about Norman? Dont you have to fix dinner for him?

Norman can fend for himself tonight. Im going, Delores. How about you?

Oh. Well

all right, Delores conceded, looking none too happy about it as she turned to Ross. Thank you, Mr. Barton. Wed love to join you for dinner.

Its Ross. And Im very glad youre coming. Hannah glanced at Ross in surprise. He sounded as if he actually meant it. Shall I pick you all up at seven?

No need for that, Carrie said, exchanging another look with Delores. Ill drive and well bring Hannah with us.

Hannah choked slightly and covered it with a cough. It was the battle of the mothers and it seemed as if Delores had met her match. Less than two minutes ago, her mother had practically pushed her into Rosss arms, and now Carrie had placed her in the position of co-chaperone.

Thats out of the way for you, Ross said to Carrie. Ill pick Hannah up at her condo. She has to take Moishe home first.

Hannah was beginning to feel like the ball in a game of Keep-Away. It might be exciting, but it certainly wasnt comfortable.

Norman can take Moishe home, Carrie blithely volunteered her son.

But I couldnt possibly ask Norman to



Nonsense! Carrie cut off Hannahs objection. Normans crazy about Moishe and vice versa. And hell cat-sit until you get home

just so our little kitty star doesnt get lonely.

Ah-ha! Hannah thought. The custard thickens! Carries afraid Ill invite Ross in when he brings me home and she wants Norman there to prevent any hanky-panky. Of course what Carrie didnt know was that there wouldnt have been any hanky-panky anyway. Hannah had put in a rough day and she was determined to hit the sack early tonight.

Chapter

Fifteen

Hannah was beaming like a proud mother when the lights came back up and the screen on Sallys huge television went black. Moishe had been adorable. Even Delores had given a few oohs and ahhs in the appropriate places, especially during the funeral scene when Moishe had licked Ericas cheek to comfort her.

A born ham, Hannah said in an aside to Ross, but she couldnt seem to stop smiling. She guessed that some cats were born to be actors and others werent. And she was lucky enough to have a star on her hands.

Hes even better than a trained cat, Ross commented.

You can train cats? Hannah asked, but her grin gave her away. She knew there were some cats that were trained to obey commands, but it would never work with Moishe. If he understood what you wanted, hed do it. If he felt like it. At that particular time. Maybe.

Id better get home soon, Hannah said, glancing down at her watch. It was nine-fifteen and the early night shed promised herself would turn into a late night if she stayed at the inn much longer.

Just stay for Burkes interview and then Ill take you home. I want to hear how he handled that reporter. Everybody else is coming in to see it.

Whos everybody?

The whole cast including Deans wife, Sharyn, and Tom Larchmont. Connor picked them up at the airport at seven and Im sure theyre back here by now.

Okay, Hannah agreed quite readily. She was eager to meet Lynnes husband and very curious about the type of woman who would marry Dean. Sharyn Lawrence must be as long-suffering as a saint. She wanted to see Burkes interview, too. Since it had been filmed that afternoon at The Cookie Jar, she really wanted to see how her shop looked. Are they running the interview with Andrea, too?

Not until next week. I called the station and the news director said he wanted to intercut Andreas interview with the ones that theyll be doing later this week of Tracey, Lynne, and Erica. Hes going to call it the Three Faces of Amy, and itll run next Friday night.

Ten minutes later, the bar at the Lake Eden Inn was filled with movie people. Ross had introduced Hannah to Tom Larchmont and it was easy to see why Lynne had married him. Tom treated his wife like a porcelain doll, jumping up to get her whatever she wanted and draping an affection arm around her shoulders at every opportunity. And even though he was considerably older than Lynne was, he had the body of an athlete and the good looks of a man who had enough money to indulge himself.

Then there was Sharyn Lawrence. Hannah glanced across at the woman whod married the Bad Boy Director. There was no denying that Dean made the hearts of his actresses beat faster, but his wife had the same effect on the men in the cast and crew. She was petite, barely five feet tall, and she had the wide-eyed look of a child. Her glossy black hair was cut in a gamine style that enhanced the innocent look, but that visual naiveté was completely at odds with her body. Sharyn had a figure that would certainly give Ronni Ward some competition in the Lake Eden Bikini Queen Contest. She was lush and curvaceous from the neck down, and ingenuous and childlike from the neck up. Hannah had spent only moments with Sharyn, but she was left with the impression that Sharyn was too smart and too savvy to put up with any nonsense from her husband. If Dean strayed too far afield while Sharyn was here, Hannah was willing to bet that the fur would fly.

Sally dimmed the lights and Dick put the giant screen in television mode. Chuck Wilsons handsome face filled the screen for a moment and when the camera pulled back, Hannah saw Dee-Dee Hughes, his anorexic co-anchor sitting next to him. Both talking heads were seated at the large, curved desk, an integral part of KCOWs News At Ten set, holding sheaves of paper they didnt need since they both used TelePrompTers.

Hannah and Ross watched as the news rolled smoothly along. There had been a robbery on a quiet residential street in Grey Eagle, a fire in a tire store in Browerville, a band concert in Little Falls to benefit a local charity, a near drowning on the banks of the Mississippi when someones bicycle slid off a path and crashed through the thin ice on the river, and a yard sale in Royalton, where several items, stolen the previous summer, had surfaced. The Skatin Place in St. Cloud had changed its hours, the Long Prairie Volunteer Fire Department was holding a raffle, and the little town of Sobieski was planning a high school reunion.

The camera pushed in to feature Dee-Dees perfect face. Stay tuned for our own P. K. with The Movie Moment, she said. Tonight P. K. will be interviewing a television personality we all know and love at The Cookie Jar in Lake Eden.

Nice plug, Ross said, patting Hannah on the back.

It was all his idea. I never would have thought to ask.

Hannah found herself holding her breath as she waited through a slew of commercials for new cars hardly anyone could afford, carpet stores that could install practically overnight, and companies that could give you credit, check your credit, or clean up your credit report. It seemed like forever, but at last Chuck and Dee-Dee were back.

So tell us who you ran into at The Cookie Jar, Chuck prompted, and the camera moved to the side, where P. K. was sitting a bit removed from the important co-anchors.

Burke Anson, P. K. said, leaning close as if he were confiding a big secret. Hes the male lead on a new feature thats filming in Lake Eden. Its called Crisis in Cherrywood.

The camera moved to Dee-Dee Hughes. For the few viewers who dont know who Burke Anson is, why dont you refresh our memory?

Hes the suntanned Adonis in the Surf n Turf commercials, P. K. said. But for those of you who remember Burke with his surfboard, Ive got to warn you that in my interview with him, hes fully dressed.

The camera caught Dee-Dee giving P. K. a petulant look and then the tape of the interview began to run. Hannah smiled as she saw a wide shot with Lisa and the display jars of cookies behind the counter. Their shop looked good, right down to the pictures Norman had taken of their best cookies for the walls. She really ought to have him take more pictures. The Cherry Bomb Cookies would look fantastic, and so would the Mock Turtles. She was just thinking about other cookies she could ask Norman to photograph, when she realized that she wasnt paying any attention to the interview, and she focused on the television again.

Not at all, Burke replied, looking straight into the camera as he responded to P. K.s question about their exhausting shooting schedule and whether it was taking a toll on the quality of the production. Our director, Mr. Dean Lawrence, wont let us get by with anything less than our best performance.

I heard about the full-dress rehearsals you do the night before shooting every scene. Someone told me its not unusual for Mr. Lawrence to run the scene several dozen times. Isnt that hard on the actors, especially when youre not going to shoot the scene until the next day?

I dont know. I havent heard anybody complaining.

Tell me about the next day. Do you rehearse again, before you actually shoot the scene?

Oh, definitely. We rehearse for as many times as it takes to get it right. Then we shoot.

But most directors dont make you go through the scene that many times, do they?

I wouldnt know about that. This is the first feature film Ive ever been in. But I firmly believe that Mr. Lawrence is a genius. You should see him when he puts on my costume and does my part for me. Its a great learning experience.

He puts on your costume and demonstrates your part?

Yes, if I cant seem to find my motivation. He does a darn good imitation of my voice, too.

Do you think he does this because youre a novice? I mean, because youre not a veteran movie actor?

Burke shook his head. Oh, I dont think so. He does it for other actors, too.

How about the actresses?

Well, Lynne doesnt really need any help like that. She gets everything right the first time.

Just let me clarify that, Burke. P. K. turned to face his camera. Burke is referring to Lynne Larchmont, who plays the female lead in Crisis in Cherrywood. P. K. got back in interviewer posture. You say your director, Dean Lawrence, occasionally puts on the costumes and demonstrates the parts for his actors. Is that right?

Thats right. Its very helpful.

P. K. gave a little laugh and winked at the camera. But of course Mr. Lawrence doesnt do this for the womens parts.

Sure he does. And he looks pretty darn convincing in drag. There was a stunned silence. It was obvious that P. K. wasnt about to risk a comment after the bombshell Burke had just dropped. But Burke plunged right ahead into even deeper water. I was just kidding, you know. But Mr. Lawrence can do great voices. Hes got Ericas down pat. If he put on her costume and sat down in a dark bar, I bet seven or eight guys would come over and try to hit on him.

Hannah heard several people gasp and she turned to look at Ross. Burke had certainly stepped in every cow pie in Winnetka County and perhaps even in the whole state of Minnesota.

Idiot, Ross muttered under his breath, staring at the screen. I hope that reporters a pro.

Very funny, Burke, P. K. jumped in, turning to face the camera. Movie people are always kidding each other like this, folks. But theres no denying that Mr. Lawrence is not only a great director, hes also a great actor. Burke didnt mention it, but theres a cat in the picture. His real name is Moishe and hes got a couple of lines

or maybe I should say, hes got a couple of yowls. I wouldnt be surprised if Mr. Lawrence could play that cat better than Moishe himself.

Smooth, Ross said under his breath. Now people will remember the cat.

Hannah risked a quick glance at Dean. He was smiling, but it wasnt a friendly smile and Hannah was glad she wasnt Burke right about now.

Thank you, Burke, P. K. said from his chair on the set. He turned to face the camera. Weve got a treat in store for you next Friday night right after the news. Its an in-depth story about the three actresses playing Amy Thompson in Crisis in Cherrywood. We mentioned that Lynne Larchmont plays her as an adult, and Erica James plays Amy as a teenager. What we didnt mention is that the third actress is our very own Tracey Todd from Lake Eden, Minnesota, and she plays Amy as a child.

The news had only five more minutes to run and everyone was silent as Rayne Phillips informed them that the weather tomorrow would be almost the same as it had been today. Then Wingo Jones gave the sports scores and showed a clip of the center from the Little Falls Flyers sinking a basket from the opposite side of the court in the last two seconds to win the game. The credits scrolled much too rapidly for anyone except someones mother to read, and then the screen went dark and all was silent as the lights came up.

Hannah sneaked a quick glance at Burke. He looked understandably nervous. What hed said was inflammatory and might even be considered actionable.

Uh

Mr. Lawrence? Burke said, not daring to call the director by his first name.

Yes, Burke.

Im

uh

Im real sorry about that. Im not used to giving interviews and

um

I thought it would be funny. You know.

It was funny, Burke. Im sure people will be talking about it for weeks to come.

But

youre not

uh

mad, because of what I said and all?

Why on earth should I be angry? I just told you I thought it was funny.

But

I think maybe it didnt make you look so good. I mean, with my crack about the dress and the bar and all. I know you dont get dressed up in womens costumes, but I thought it would be really funny

at the time, that is.

And I told you it was funny.

Hannah stared at Burke, willing him to quit, but Burke didnt seem to know how to stop. Then

no hard feelings? he asked.

No hard feelings. Dean stood up and yawned. Come along, Sharyn. Im going up to bed. We have an early call tomorrow. Seven oclock, my office. I want Erica and her two school chums. Theyve already been notified.

Not me? Burke asked, gulping slightly.

Youre not in that scene, Burke. Ill see you on the set at ten.

Hannah held her breath until Dean walked out the door and then she released it in a long sigh.

Are you okay? Ross asked.

Im fine. Im just relieved, thats all. The fallout wasnt as bad as I thought it would be. I expected Dean to keelhaul Burke in Sallys new koi pond.

Dean wouldnt do that. Hes a pro and he knows we need Burke to finish the picture.

But he was just putting a good face on it, right? I mean, hes mad at Burke, isnt he?

I dont know. Deans lived in Hollywood long enough to know that almost any publicity is good publicity. And Burke mentioned Deans name and the name of the film several times. Of course Dean didnt like the reference to womens costumes, but Burke did say that he was a genius and Deans bound to like that part of it. Its a mixed bag, but my guess is that Deanll take it in stride.

Just one cup of coffee, Hannah said, climbing up the stairs to her condo two hours later. Theyd stayed for the late night snacks Sally had put out after the news and chatted with some of the cast and crew. Before theyd realized it, almost two hours had passed and Hannah had told Ross that she had to go home. And right after your coffee, I have to get to bed. I need to get my sleep tonight.

Ross gave her a teasing grin. Youd never make it in showbiz. There are nights that I have to deal with only six hours sleep.

Six hours sleep is good. On most nights, I dont get more than five.

Its been as little as four for me.

And three for me. And last night, I got only two!

Really? But why was that? Ross asked, breaking the chain of one-downmanship.

Moishe. He must have been nervous, because he got up to eat every hour on the hour. And then he used his litterbox.

Why would that keep you awake?

His claws screech against the plastic when he covers. And dont ask me what covers means.

I know what it means. My mother had a cat. Do you want me to brace you for the onslaught?

Please, Hannah said getting out her key and slipping it in the lock. But when she opened the door, the usual orange-and-white bundle didnt hurtle out to greet her.

Wheres Moishe? she said, spotting Norman on the couch.

He went to bed early, right after I fed him. I think he was tired after his scenes today. I hope you dont mind, but I think hes sleeping on your pillow and I didnt have the heart to wake him. And

I finished your chocolate fudge ice cream.

Hannah told him she didnt mind about the pillow or the ice cream, and went into the kitchen to put on the coffee. When that was accomplished, she headed to her bedroom to check on her four-footed movie star. Moishe was sleeping the sleep of a well-fed jungle tiger, and from the way he was smacking his lips, he was probably dreaming of mouse body parts. Norman had been right. Instead of falling asleep on the expensive goose-down pillow shed bought for him, he was on her expensive goose-down pillow.

The pillows are always softer on the other side of the bed, Hannah whispered, and let her minipanther sleep. She was just passing the guest room on her way back to the living room when she noticed that the door was open. That was odd. She always closed it when there were no guests. It wasnt to conserve energy or any of the admirable ecological reasons. It was because Moishe loved to hunt the satin butterflies on the new bedspread shed bought for the guest room. Hannah was about to shut the door when she realized that there was a good-sized lump on her bed, and her eyebrows headed straight toward the ceiling fan the former owner had installed. There was someone sleeping in her bed. She took a step closer and her eyebrows remained on high alert when she recognized her uninvited guest. It was Mike!

Hannah gulped, feeling a bit like Baby Bear whod come home to find his porridge eaten, his chair recently used, and Goldilocks sleeping in his bed. In her case, it was her ice cream that had been eaten, Norman whod been sitting on her couch, and Mike who was sleeping in her bed. But all that didnt really matter. It was close enough to prove that fairytales werent all that wildly exaggerated.

What are you doing in my bed? Hannah asked, prompting a bearlike snort and a leap to the feet from the unsolicited sleeper whod been snuggled up on her new bedspread.

Hannah! Sorry about that. I started to doze off on the couch and Norman told me to come in here. He said you wouldnt mind.

Well

I guess I dont, Hannah conceded, but what are you doing here in the first place?

I brought the pizza.

What pizza?

The pizza Norman ordered from Bertanellis. I was sitting there waiting for my pizza when he called in his. Ellie told me they were short a delivery guy, so I figured Id just bring them both out here and we could eat together.

Okay, Hannah said, wondering what sort of numbers that would rack up on the scale of coincidence. You want some coffee? I just put on a pot.

Sure. Is Ross here?

Hes in the living room talking to Norman.

Great. I have to tell him that the kids are trying to skate on the ice rink at the park.

Whats wrong with that?

Its fake ice and its going to be all marked up by the time they shoot there on Friday.

Fake ice? Hannah was surprised. This was the first shed heard of it, but it made sense to her. It was possible to have a warm spell before Friday that might render the ice rink unusable. What are they going to do about the snow if the weather warms up?

Theyll use fake snow. Theyre going to use it anyway, just to make it look better.

Okay, Hannah said, too tired to ask the other questions that occurred to her. If you dont mind, Im beat and Im going to bed. Will you tell Norman and Ross?

Mike looked shocked. Sure, but youre kicking us out without coffee?

Im not kicking you out at all. Help yourselves to coffee and any cookies you find in the cookie jar. Stay as long as you like, but just dont wake me when you leave. And since youre the official law enforcement officer, would you please make sure youre that the last one out and the door locks behind you?

You can be sure of that! Mike said, putting both hands around her waist to turn her around and give her a gentle nudge toward the bedroom.

Chapter

Sixteen

It was ten oclock on Wednesday morning and Lisa had just opened The Cookie Jar for business. Dean Lawrence had approved the Mini Cherry Cheesecakes enthusiastically, and Hannah had returned to The Cookie Jar to bake and chill another four batches for the cocktail party scene that would be shot that afternoon. Moishe was holding court at the round table by the window, Lisa was waiting on a customer, and Hannah was in the kitchen with Andrea, baking the cookies shed intended to bake the previous evening.

All three of them? Andrea stared at Hannah in absolute shock and then she started to laugh. And you just left them there and went to bed?

Hannah shrugged as she finished shaping another pan of cookies and slid them onto the bakers rack. The timer dinged and she removed the pans that had been in the oven, replacing them with the pans shed just prepared. These are new cookies were going to try out today. Theyre called All-Nighters.

Why?

Because theyre banana and peanut butter. That was Lynnes favorite sandwich when she was in college and she used to make them every time we got together to cram for finals.

Not that why. The other why.

What other why?

The important why. Why did you just leave them there in your living room?

It was easier than trying to get them to leave. And I needed my sleep.

You mean you actually slept?

Like a baby. And that reminds me, hows Bethany?

Shes great. She smiled at me this morning. Grandma McCann said it was gas, but I know a real smile when I see one. Do you want me to taste one of the All-Nighters and tell you what I think?

Absolutely.

Andrea reached for a cookie and took a bite. She chewed and swallowed, and then she smiled. Theyre good, Hannah. Ive always liked banana and peanut butter. Its a great combination. And that reminds me, do you have a red scarf I can borrow? The kind you wear around your neck when youre skating?

Hannah hid an amused smile. It was another zinger from the mistress of non sequitur. Andrea probably had a reason for the abrupt change of subject, but Hannah didnt want to ask. Sometimes the explanation took more time than it was worth. I dont have one. Why do you need it?

Mr. Lawrence thought it would add a lot to Traceys skating scene if she wore a red scarf draped around her neck. He said it would be a great combination with her royal blue coat. And he said the red would make it look as if shes skating even faster when shes on the end for Crack the Whip.

A great combination, Hannah repeated, recalling that Andrea had called peanut butter and bananas a great combination before shed asked about the red scarf. Doesnt Bill have a red scarf? I think I gave him one a couple of years ago for Christmas.

Andrea clapped her hands in delight. Yes, he does! He wears it with his dress coat and I think its in his top dresser drawer. Thanks for remembering it, Hannah. Itll be just perfect for Traceys scene.

Thats today?

No, not until Friday. Today theyre shooting the classroom scene, where she wins the spelling bee. Its at noon, right before they break for lunch. Youll come, wont you?

I wouldnt miss it, Hannah said.

I think Ill go look for that scarf right now. I have to go home anyway.

Why?

I need to see if Bethany will smile at me again.

Hannah was refilling coffee cups when she noticed Connor motioning to her from the counter. She finished the table she was serving, and then she ducked behind the counter to talk to him. Hi, Connor. Do you need me?

I certainly do. You said to let you know if I couldnt talk Mrs. Henderson into signing that release form. Well, I talked until I was blue in the face, but theres no way shell do it. She was really nice about it, though. She gave me gooseberry pie and coffee and showed me pictures of her grandchildren.

But she didnt sign?

No. Nothing I said convinced her, not even the money Mr. Lawrence was willing to pay.

Then Ill give it a try, Hannah promised. Ill catch her when they shoot the cocktail scene.

Mrs. Henderson is in the cocktail scene?

No, but her youngest daughter is and Winnies bound to drive in to watch Alice. I think I can convince her.

Oh, I hope so! Thank you, Hannah. Ill tell Mr. Lawrence that youre going to try. I just hope he doesnt fire me for failing him.

He wont

will he?

Hes fired me before, but he always hired me back after he got over being mad at me. Im just afraid that itll be permanent one of these times. Im almost sixty and it would be hard to get another job without references from my former employer.

Youre worrying over nothing, Hannah reassured him, reaching into one of the serving jars with napkin-sheathed fingers and handing him two Twin Chocolate Delights. Eat these cookies. The chocolate will make you feel better.

But I really should go and find Mr. Lawrence.

Find him later, after Ive talked to Winnie.

But Mr. Lawrence told me to get right back to him.

Bad news can wait, especially since that bad news might turn into good news.

Connor considered it for a moment and then he nodded. You could be right. If Mr. Lawrence doesnt ask me outright, Ill wait to tell him.

Ten minutes later, Connor was smiling and chatting with one of the grips. Hannahs chocolate prescription had done the trick and she was congratulating herself on a job well done when Andrea rushed back in the door.

Hi, Andrea, Hannah greeted her. Did you find that scarf?

I found it. And I found something else, too.

Whats that?

Proof that Bill is cheating on me!

Klaxons sounded in Hannahs head. Her sisters eyes were blazing with angry fire and it was clear she was fit to be tied. Come into the kitchen with me and you can tell me all about it. I have to take Moishe back there for a break.

Hannah collected her cat, shifted him to one arm, and grabbed Andreas arm with her free hand. She rushed her through the crowded coffee shop before anyone could ask what was wrong, and into the confines of the deserted kitchen. She dropped Moishe off in his large dog crate and shut the door, but she didnt release Andreas arm until her sister was seated on a stool at the work island.

Eat these! Hannah ordered, plunking a couple of Chocolate Chip Crunch cookies down on a napkin and shoving them over to her sister.

But I dont want any



Eat them while I get us some coffee, Hannah said, interrupting her sisters protest. Have I ever steered you wrong with chocolate?

No, but

 Andrea stopped speaking and sighed. And then she took a bite of the first cookie. It was only after shed consumed both that she looked up at Hannah with tearful eyes. Its Bill. Hes



Have a sip of coffee first, Hannah interrupted her again. Then I want you to start at the beginning and tell me everything.

Andrea did as ordered. She sipped the coffee, gave another quavering sigh, and then squared her shoulders. Bill didnt take his new shirt with him. I found it hidden at the bottom of his scarf and hankie drawer.

Okay, Hannah said, heading to the walk-in cooler for reinforcements. She set the rest of the box of chocolate truffles in front of her sister and got down to business. Nibble on those while you tell me why the shirt Bill forgot means hes cheating on you.

He didnt forget it. He didnt not take it on purpose.

Double negative, Hannahs grammatical mind shouted, but she ignored it. This was not the time to correct her sisters speech. You think Bill deliberately left the shirt at home?

Yes! I laid it out on the bed and folded it for him and everything. And then, when my back was turned, he stuffed it in his dresser drawer instead of putting it in his suitcase. And he made sure it was his scarf and hankie drawer, so I wouldnt find out he didnt pack it.

Okay, Hannah regrouped. And you think this means hes cheating on you?

I know it does.

Hannah waited until Andrea had taken another dose of chocolate before she continued. Exactly how do you know that?

The shirt Bill didnt take is the new one I gave him for Valentines Day. I asked him to think of me every time he wore it and he promised he would.

But Bill didnt take the shirt.

Thats right. And you know that Bill never promises something unless he means it. That proves he wanted to forget all about me and follow his own agenda in Miami. Hes probably out on the beach right now with Ronni Ward and

 Andrea stopped as Moishe let out a yowl. Youre absolutely right, Moishe. Bills probably out there catting around.

But no sooner had the words left Andreas mouth than Moishe gave another yowl even louder than the first. And then another that was practically earsplitting.

Whats the matter with him, Hannah?

Hannah walked over to take her cat out of the cage. He wanted to get away from them and back to adoration of his public, but Andrea felt abandoned enough as it was without adding a cats rejection to the mix. Hes upset, she said, quite truthfully.

Why?

He knows youre upset and youre one of his favorite people, Hannah told her, leaving truth in the dust. He probably wants to sit in your lap and make you feel better.

How sweet! Andrea breathed, holding out her arms. Give him to me, Hannah.

Be nice and Ill give you a whole can of tuna when we get home, Hannah whispered in her mini-tigers ear. Moishe turned to give her a baleful look, as if a fishy bribe was an insult and he wouldnt dream of misbehaving with someone as upset as Andrea was.

Its very, very nice of you to care, but Im much better now, Andrea cooed, stroking Moishes head. And then she looked up at Hannah. This is just amazing. I had no idea he liked me this much. Look, Hannah. Hes licking my hand.

Hannah smiled and mentally vowed to give her feline a whole canister of salmon-flavored treats in addition to the tuna. And then she got back to the business at hand. So

you found the shirt in Bills scarf drawer.

His scarf and hankie drawer. He doesnt have drawer just for scarves.

Right. Hannah did her best to think of some reason why Bill wouldnt want to take the shirt. Tell me about the shirt. What kind was it?

It was an Armani that I found on sale out at the mall. The salesman told me it was really in right now, and Bill said he absolutely loved it.

Really in tipped Hannah off. She was willing to bet there was more to this story than a simple shirt. What did the shirt look like?

You know. It had two sleeves, and buttons, and a collar, and

you know what a shirt looks like.

Long sleeves, or short?

Long.

Regular collar?

Thats right. It had one pocket, and it was an absolutely gorgeous color.

Uh-oh, Hannah said under her breath. Theyd come to the crux of it now. What color? she asked, narrowing in on what she hoped would explain her brother-in-laws atypical behavior.

Raspberry.

That set Hannah back a couple of paces. And raspberry is

red?

Its a little lighter than red.

Ah-ha! Hannah experienced the sweet thrill of success. Is it pink?

Its not pure pink. It has some blue in it, you know?

Not really. Describe the color in more detail.

Well

its a little bluer than mauve, but much more subdued than cherry. Its really just a shade or two lighter than burgundy.

I see, Hannah said, doing her best not to chuckle. The shirt Bill had failed to pack was pink and that explained everything. There was no way Bill would wear a pink shirt to a law enforcement convention. With all that testosterone floating around, the chairs and tables were probably growing beards, and any sheriff in a pink shirt would be laughed right out of the hotel

especially if he said his wife bought it for him and hed promised to think of her every time he wore it.

What? Andrea asked. Are you choking?

Something must have gone down the wrong pipe. Just let me get a glass of water. Hannah coughed again, doing her best to conceal her mirth as she headed for the sink to run water.

Well? Andrea asked, when Hannah came back to the table. Do you see why Im so upset?

Of course I do. But

there may be a very simple explanation. Has Bill ever worn that shirt?

No, not yet.

Thats it, then, Hannah said, congratulating herself for saving Andreas marriage and getting her brother-in-law out of a pickle.

Whats it? I dont understand.

Bill didnt want to wear it for the first time when you werent around, especially since hed think of you and get lonely. Its as clear as the nose on my face. The nose on my face thats growing longer by the second, her mind added, but Hannah ignored it.

I still dont understand.

Bill didnt wear it because hes saving it for a special occasion.

Well

I guess that makes some kind of sense, Andrea conceded.

You bet it does. And Im also sure that when he gets home, Bills going to take you out to a fancy dinner and wear that shirt.

You think?

I know, Hannah said, making a mental note to call Bill at his hotel in Florida and make sure he knew enough to do just that.

ALL-NIGHTER COOKIES

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position

Hannahs Note: Florence didnt have any bananas (she didnt expect to be open while they were shooting the movie) and I ended up taking one of Ednas shortcuts in this recipe. If you dont like shortcuts and want to do this the original way, use 2/3 cup very ripe, almost all black on the outside, pureed bananas instead of the baby food bananas and banana pudding mix. The other change you have to make is to use 4 cups flour instead of 3˝. The dough will be stickier and youll have to chill it for at least 4 hours in order to make the dough balls. I made these cookies both ways, and Mother was the only one who could tell the difference. (I still think it was a lucky guess.)

1˝ cups melted butter (3 sticks)

1 cup white (granulated) sugar

1 cup firmly packed brown sugar

2 beaten eggs (just whip them up with a fork)

1 teaspoon baking soda

˝ teaspoon salt

˝ cup baby food mashed bananas (I used Gerbers)

5.1 ounce package banana cream pudding mix (NOT sugar-free) (I used Jell-O, 6-serving pkg.)

3˝ cups flour (no siftingpack it down in the cup when you measure)

1 cup chopped nuts (I used salted peanuts)

2 cups peanut butter chips (one 10-ounce package will do just fine)

_________

˝ cup white (granulated) sugar for later

Melt the butter in a large microwave-safe bowl. Stir in the sugars, beaten eggs, baking soda, and salt.

Measure out ˝ cup of baby food bananas and add it, along with the package of dry pudding mix. (Make sure your baby food bananas dont have anything else, like cereal, added to them!)

Mix in the flour by half-cup increments. Add the nuts and then the peanut butter chips. Stir until everything is incorporated.

Roll the dough into walnut-sized balls with your hands. (If its too sticky, chill it for 30 minutes or so, and try again.)

Put ˝ cup white sugar in a small bowl and roll the balls in it. Place the dough balls on a greased cookie sheet, 12 to a standard-sized sheet. Press them down with the heel of your hand, or with a metal spatula sprayed with Pam or other nonstick cooking spray.

Bake the cookies for 10 to 12 minutes at 350 degrees F., or until theyre lightly golden in color. Let them cool for 2 minutes on the cookie sheet and then move them to a wire rack to finish cooling.

These cookies freeze well. Roll them up in foil, and place the rolls in a freezer bag.

Michelle asked for this recipe after Lonnie Murphy tasted them at The Cookie Jar. She says shes going to freeze some so hell have them when he visits her, but shes going to mark the package Lutefisk Patties so her roommates wont get into them.

Yield: Approximately 8 to 10 dozen, depending on cookie size.

CHOCOLATE TRUFFLES

6 tablespoons chilled butter (ž stick, 3 ounces)

12-ounce package semi-sweet chocolate chips (two cupsI used Ghirardellis)

˝ cup firmly packed powdered sugar (confectioners sugar)

6 egg yolks

1 Tablespoon rum, brandy, flavored brandy, or vanilla extract

Put an inch or so of water in the bottom half of a double boiler and heat it to a gentle boil. Cut the butter in chunks and place them in the top half of the double boiler. Add the chips and then the powdered sugar and set the top half over the bottom half. Put on the cover and let everything melt while you

Beat the egg yolks in a small bowl with a whisk. Whisk until theyre thoroughly combined, but stop before they get fluffy or lighter in color.

Stir the chocolate until its completely melted. It will be thick, almost like fudge. Remove the top half of the double boiler and set it on a cold burner.

Stir several spoonfuls of beaten egg yolk into the chocolate mixture. When thats incorporated, stir in several more spoonfuls. Keep adding egg yolk in small amounts, stirring constantly, until all the egg yolks have been incorporated and the chocolate mixture is smooth and glossy.

Stir in the rum, brandy, or vanilla. Put the lid back on the top of the double boiler and refrigerate the chocolate mixture for 3 hours.

To Decorate Truffles:

finely chopped nuts

powdered (confectioners) sugar

chocolate sprinkles

shaved chocolate

cocoa powder

finely shredded coconut

Warning: This next step is fairly messy. If you like, wear disposable plastic food-server gloves. You can also lightly grease your hands, or spray them with Pam or other nonstick cooking spray so the chocolate wont stick to your fingers.

Form small balls of chilled chocolate with your hands and roll them in bowls of the above ingredients. You can mix and match, or give all of your truffles the same coating. Place the truffles in ruffled bon-bon papers and store them in an airtight container in the refrigerator.

These are incredibly delicious candies. Theyre super easy to make, but lets keep that a secret. It cant hurt to let people assume that you went to a lot of trouble, just for them.

Yield: 4 to 5 dozen, depending on truffle size

Chapter

Seventeen

Hannah and Andrea broke into applause when Tracey spelled onomatopoeia, a very difficult word for the third-grade girl she was playing. They were standing at the back of the classroom, pretending to be parents whod come to watch the spelling bee and doubling as extras since Dean Lawrence had decided at the last minute he wanted a few parents involved.

He cued Andrea, who was playing Amys mother shortly before the fatal accident that would claim her life, and she rushed to the front of the room to hug Tracey. They held their pose for a moment and then Dean cued in several of the real third graders, whod been instructed to look both angry and jealous, and to start whispering to each other.

Cut, Dean called out, once hed gotten the shot. Thats a wrap, everybody. We got it in just one shot.

The real third graders took their cue from their teacher and the whole class applauded. Hannah could tell that they were very excited about being in a movie.

Dean caught Andreas arm as she moved to pass him, and he bent down to address Tracey. That was perfect, Sweetheart. Youre a fine little actress. And Mommy? Dean straightened up and took Andreas hand. You were every bit as wonderful as I knew youd be. Now dont forget what I told you, all right?

I wont forget, Andrea said, leading Tracey from the room with Hannah following in her wake.

What did he mean by that? Hannah asked, as soon as theyd cleared the doorway. What did he tell you?

Andrea gave an elaborate shrug, but she didnt meet Hannahs eyes. Nothing, really. He just said he thought Id be perfect in that scene as Traceys mother.

Because you are Traceys mother?

Maybe, Andrea said, leaning forward to re-tie the bow in Traceys hair. Okay, honey. Say goodbye to Aunt Hannah. Weve got to get you home so we can take off that makeup.

Once Tracey and Andrea had left, Hannah walked back to The Cookie Jar. Andrea had left in such a hurry shed forgotten shed promised to give Hannah a ride. That was odd, and so was the comment Dean Lawrence had made as theyd exited the classroom. Could Andreas doubts about Bills fidelity have driven her into another mans arms? Hannah didnt think so. She was positive that Andrea loved Bill. But jealousy and doubt could be taking its toll, and a real womanizer would attempt to capitalize on that. The voice shed heard when shed delivered Deans cheesecake this morning sounded a lot like her sisters voice. But certainly she must be mistaken about that.

Hannah put her suspicions firmly out of mind as she passed the park with its empty play equipment. The chains on the swings hung straight down like suspenders holding up a pair of pants, and the gleaming metal slide had a puddle of melted snow at the bend. Traceys favorite, the Flying Dutchman, Merry-Go-Round, or Whirl-A-Whirl, whatever you cared to call the large circular platform with metal handholds that the children rode as it spun around and around, was perfectly motionless and surrounded by melting bits of snow. The area beneath it, scraped clear of grass by childrens feet, was beginning to turn muddy in the noonday sun.

Down at the far end of the park, the skating rink gleamed in the sun. Hannah was amazed that the ice looked so firm until she remembered that it was artificial. If the day kept up its warming trend, all the snow would melt and Ross would have to rely on fake snow as well as fake ice. That wasnt so bad, but Tracey and the other girls would broil in their heavy costumes during the skating scene.

Once shed passed the circular sidewalk that ringed the park, Hannah crossed the street and walked up Fourth to Main Street. She rounded the corner by the now-defunct Magnolia Blossom Bakery, and found herself glancing in the front plate glass window and remembering how beautifully decorated it had been. Some of those decorations, including the lovely round tables and matching chairs, now graced the coffee shop at The Cookie Jar. Hannah still felt a bit guilty for taking advantage of Vanessas panicked offer to sell them to her at such a ridiculous price, but she wasnt about to give them up. Shed done the right thing and contacted Gloria Travis, who should have inherited the money Vanessa had spent to buy them, and Gloria had told her to keep everything she wanted and give away the rest.

Lake Eden Realty, the office where Andrea worked, was humming in lonely splendor. The computers were on, the desk lamps were lit, and the fax machine was spewing out paper. The owner, Al Percy, wasnt there and neither was Andrea. Since Ross had rented Main Street for the week, no business except movie business would be conducted.

Her shop looked busy and Lisa must have been waiting for her to arrive, because she opened the front door and motioned to her. Hannah dashed across the street and into The Cookie Jar, wondering what sort of emergency had reared its ugly head in the forty-five minutes shed been gone.

He

he wants what? Hannah sputtered, looking at her young partner with dismay. And by when?

Hors doeuvres, thats what. And he had the nerve to ask me if I knew what they were!

Thats not the insult you think it is, Hannah informed her. He asked me if I knew what finger food was!

Lisa gave a started little giggle, and Hannah knew her good mood had been restored. That was one of the things she loved about her partner. Lisa had a sunny disposition, and even though Dean had introduced a few storm clouds on her horizon, her cheerful nature couldnt remain hidden for long.

What sort of small bits of appetizing food does he want? Hannah asked, giving the dictionary definition and earning a smile from her partner.

He said hed leave that up to us. The only thing is, everything has to be edible, because he wants the extras at the cocktail party to mingle and munch.

Mingle and munch? Hannah repeated, making a face. That sounds positively inane. I wonder what sort of appetizers they served in the fifties.

Ill call Marge. The librarys got a section of old cookbooks. She can look it up for us.

Good idea, Hannah said, heading for the pantry to see what supplies theyd need to buy for mingle-and-munch time at the nineteen-fifties house.

Searching the pantry didnt take long, and neither did going through the walk-in cooler. When she came back out to the coffee shop again, Hannah found Lisa just hanging up the phone.

Ive got three, Lisa said, holding up one of Hannahs steno pads. What do you think of celery sticks stuffed with peanut butter? Everybody served it at parties back then.

Okay. Weve got plenty of peanut butter, but we dont have celery. Put that down on our shopping list. One of us will have to make a quick trip to the Red Owl.

Ill go, Lisa said, Ill just call Florence and give her a heads-up, so shell let me in the back.

While Lisa called Florence, Hannah took the notebook and looked at the other appetizers Lisa had listed. There was something that sounded interesting using olives, crackers, and cream cheese tinted with food dye. They could certainly make those. And there was no reason why they couldnt take the stuffed celery idea and run with it. They could make a second type stuffed with flavored cream cheese, and a third stuffed with Mikes Busy Day Pâté. All three would look nice on a platter.

The last appetizer was the most difficult and it all had to do with the timing. The ingredients were simple enough, just cream cheese mixed with minced onions and a little mayonnaise. The mixture was spread on crackers and the crackers were broiled just before serving so that the cream cheese would puff up. Hannah was sure they could handle that. Delores and Carrie had a toaster oven in their upstairs break room. All it would take was someone to man the toaster oven and they could have hot appetizers at the scene.

So whats on my grocery list, Lisa asked.

Hannah explained about the three kinds of stuffed celery they could make, and then she read the list shed made. Celery, mayonnaise, horseradish, crackers, dried onions, braunschweiger, flavored cream cheese, and a can of tuna.

Okay. Lisa took the list and headed for the back door, but she turned before she got there. Whats the tuna for?

Moishe.

Because

?

He didnt scratch Andrea.

I see, Lisa said. I guess Id better pick up a can of salmon, too.

Whys that?

Because he didnt scratch me, either!

CREAM CHEESE PUFFS

Hannahs Note: If youre not going to serve these right away, you can mix up the cream cheese part and refrigerate it until its time to spread it on the crackers.

8-ounce package cream cheese (the firm kind, not the whipped)

2 Tablespoons (1/8 cup) mayonnaise (We used Helmanns***)

3 Tablespoons minced green onion

OR 3 Tablespoons minced dried onion

OR 3 Tablespoons minced shallots

1 beaten egg

A box of salted crackers (We used Ritz Crackers and they were great!)

***Helmanns Mayonnaise is also known as Best Foods Mayonnaise in some parts of the country.)

Unwrap the cream cheese and put it in a microwave-safe bowl. Nuke it on HIGH for 30 seconds, or until it begins to soften.

Mix in the mayonnaise and stir until the mixture is smooth.

Mix in the onion. (If you use green onion instead of shallots or dried onion, you can use up to one inch of the stem.)

Mix in the beaten egg.

Lay out the crackers on a broiler pan, salt side up. (We used a disposable broiler pan so we could trash it at Grannys Attic and we wouldnt have to carry it back to The Cookie Jar.)

Spread the cream cheese mixture on top of the cracker in a circle that reaches the edges. Mound it slightly in the center. Use about two teaspoons of cheese mixture per cracker.

Position the rack approximately three inches below the coil of the broiler and turn it on HIGH. Broil the crackers (with the oven door open to the first latch so the broiler doesnt kick on and off) until the cream cheese puffs up and is just starting to turn golden. This should take about 90 seconds if the rack is correctly positioned.

Let cool for a minute or two, so your guests wont burn their tongues. Transfer the Cream Cheese Puffs to a platter and serve.

Yield: Approximately 2 dozen hot and yummy hors doeuvres.

Another Note From Hannah: I havent actually tried this, but Im willing to bet a dozen of my best cookies that you could also add a quarter cup chopped smoked salmon to the cream cheese mixture.

Chapter

Eighteen

Hannah had just finished giving instructions to Luanne Hanks, whod offered to broil the Cream Cheese Puffs. Michelle will cue Mother and shell beep you on the intercom when we need a batch. But are you really sure you want to be stuck up here while they shoot the fancy cocktail scene?

Im positive. I dont want to have anything to do with some of those movie people.

Luanne wore a very determined look on her pretty face, and Hannah sensed a story. One of those movie people had caused some sort of problem for Luanne.

Are you talking about any one movie person in particular? Hannah asked, doing a little fishing.

Mr. Lawrence. Hes a dirty old man, Hannah!

The old classification took Hannah back a little, but then she remembered that Luanne was Michelles age, only twenty. Dean Lawrence, who was in his forties, would seem old to her. He made a pass at you? she asked.

How did you know? Luanne looked profoundly shocked. I didnt tell anybody.

It was a guess, but I figured it was a good one. From what I hear, Deans made a pass at almost every woman in town.

Even you?

Hannah winced slightly. Luanne didnt have to sound so incredulous. Yes, even me. Hes a frustrated adolescent, Luanne.

You mean like the high school boys? When all they can think about is girls?

Exactly. Dean probably doesnt mean anything by it. Its just a game to him. And maybe they dont mind his behaving like that in Hollywood.

Lake Eden isnt Hollywood, Luanne retorted, her eyes flashing with anger. And I dont appreciate grown men acting like high school boys.

Neither did some of the other women I talked to, Hannah said, thinking about Lisa and how shed almost poured hot coffee down Deans neck.

Well

I guess it helps to know its not just me. And here I was, trying to figure out what I did to make him think Id say yes when he invited me to his trailer. I thought maybe it was Suzie and the fact I had a baby without being married and all. But its just the way he behaves with everybody

right?

Just women. I think the guys in town are safe.

Luanne gave a startled giggle. Oh, thats funny. Thank you, Hannah. You made me feel a lot better, but I still dont want to get within ten feet of Mr. Lawrence. Its insulting, you know? If he even looks at me crosswise, Ill probably kill him.

Dont do that. Just come and tell me. Well organize all the other women and run him out of town on a rail.

Do we even have a rail?

Im not sure, but if we dont, well get one. Besides, hes probably on his best behavior now that his wifes in town.

I didnt know he was married! Luanne looked shocked. He certainly didnt act like he was. That poor woman! She must not know about what he does behind her back.

What makes you think that? Hannah asked.

Because if she knew, shed either leave him or kill him, whichever one seemed better at the time.

Hannah busied herself by filling the silver trays the movie waitresses would use for the cocktail scene. No one was here yet, but they were due to arrive any minute. As she placed stuffed celery sticks in a giant sunburst around the radish roses that Lisa had made, she thought about all shed learned in the past several days about the movie business.

Her first revelation had been that movie scenes werent shot in sequence. Ross had come to Lake Eden to film the hometown scenes. Three were with Tracey playing Amy as a child, four were with Erica playing Amy as a teenager, and three were with Lynne playing Amy as an adult. Todays scene, the second to the last in the movie, was the cocktail party. And even though Burkes character would die in the scene they were shooting today, hed be back tomorrow to play Jody walking arm in arm with Amy down the street.

Tomorrow would be another full day of filming. There would be a scene with Erica in her blue-and-white bedroom, a scene with Burke and Lynne visiting their fathers grave, and a third scene as they attended their aunts funeral. On Friday they would shoot a scene at the high school with the actor playing Jody as a teenager, the skating scene with Tracey in the park, and the final scene of the movie where an adult Amy, played by Lynne, said goodbye forever to Cherrywood and drove off to return to her husband and family.

Hannah finished the tray of stuffed celery and started to arrange the chilled Mini Cherry Cheesecakes. Shed also learned that there was no good time to deliver cheesecakes to Deans trailer. After that first morning, when shed heard someone whod sounded suspiciously like Erica leave by the rear door, shed taken the precaution of calling Deans office before she left The Cookie Jar. But that hadnt helped a speck. Every time she called, she got the answer machine and it was clear that Dean hadnt heard even one of her messages. And each time shed knocked on the trailer door, shed heard a female voice and then a muffled curse from the Bad Boy Director. Several minutes later, Dean would open the door looking rumpled and very crabby, Hannah would step in, and then shed hear the rear door open and close.

So far, in the course of her cheesecake delivery experience, shed heard five women leaving Deans Winnebago. She couldnt swear to it in a court of law, but shed thought about the womens voices shed heard and come to some tentative conclusions. The first voice had sounded like Erica. There were just too many giggles for anyone else. And the voice on the second morning had sounded a whole lot like Lynne. After lunch, when shed delivered the second cheesecake, Hannah was almost positive shed heard Jeanette, Ericas mother. Then there was the voice this morning, the voice that she really hadnt wanted to recognize. Shed denied it at first, but now Hannah had to admit that the woman with Dean had sounded exactly like Andrea. It all tied in with what Dean had said as theyd left the school after Traceys spelling bee scene. Hannah sent up a silent prayer that she was dead wrong and her sister wasnt involved with the Bad Boy Director.

This afternoon, when she delivered Deans second cheesecake, Hannah had recognized the womans voice. She was almost positive that it had been Honey, the head beautician. Even though Sharyn was now in town, his wifes presence didnt appear to be modifying Deans behavior one bit.

In spite of all this, Dean was a gifted director. Everyone in the cast agreed about that. What Burke had said in his interview was partly true. If Dean wasnt getting the performance he wanted from an actor or actress, he was quick to step in and demonstrate what he wanted them to do. While he didnt actually get dressed up in their costumes, he did occasionally use a hat, or a scarf, or some prop to enhance the illusion.

Only a few people were allowed in to watch the scene that was being filmed, and Hannah breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted Winnie Henderson.

Hi, Winnie, Hannah said, rushing up to her. I need to talk to you after all this is over. Will you stop by The Cookie Jar?

Sure, but only if you promise not to mention the park. Im sick and tired of people trying to talk me into signing off so those movie people can use it.

I cant promise you that, Hannah said truthfully. But if you listen to what I have to say and you still say no, Ill shut up and I wont say another word about it.

Winnie laughed good-naturedly. Okay then. Thats fair enough. Ill stop by if you save one of those little cherry cheesecakes for me. They look mighty tasty.

Its a done deal, Hannah agreed, borrowing Andreas favorite phrase. And then she excused herself and hurried off to check the extra coolers shed brought to hold the little cheesecakes, in case the ones on the platters began to droop under the lights.

Were here! a voice shouted out, and Hannah turned to see Michelle coming in with the cast and crew. Everyone who was in the scene was in full costume, including the extras, and Hannah watched her youngest sister and several other movie people as they helped the extras find their places and coached them on what to do.

They were all ready and waiting to go when Dean strolled in. He moved a few people, stepped back to look at the result, and nodded. While he was giving some last-minute instructions to Burke and Lynne, Michelle came over to stand with Hannah.

Am I late? Andrea asked, coming up to join them.

No, itll be at least another ten minutes, maybe fifteen, Michelle told her. Wheres Tracey?

At home, doing her homework with Grandma McCann. When shes through, theyre going to watch a movie.

The three sisters stood there gazing at the scene for a moment. It was strange to see so many Lake Eden people dressed in fancy evening clothes in the middle of the afternoon. Hannah was the first to turn away and as she did, she noticed that both of her siblings were watching Dean Lawrence with identical hungry looks in their eyes.

Hannah shrugged slightly. She guessed she could understand their fascination with the director. He was handsome and as long as her sisters were just window shopping, that was fine with her. Dean looked slightly disheveled and wickedly charming. He would have been right at home in a pirates costume, ravishing women left and right.

Her attention shifted to a familiar figure whod just walked in. It was Ross and as far as Hannah was concerned, he was much more appealing than Dean. It was true that he wasnt quite as handsome, but her Grandma Ingrid used to say, Handsome is as handsome does, and Hannah thought she was right. Ross was a much nicer person than Dean and he cared about people other than himself.

Hey, Shelly. Mike and I are here.

Hannah turned to see Lonnie Murphy, Michelles significant Lake Eden other, standing behind them in full-dress uniform. It was dark blue instead of tan and maroon, the colors of the Winnetka Country Sheriffs Department, and there was a patch sewn on the shoulder that read, CHERRYWOOD P. D.

Lonnie was smiling and Hannah smiled back. He was the only person who could get away with calling her sister, Shelly, a name Michelle absolutely despised. And the fact that Michelle didnt seem to mind at all when Lonnie said it told a lot about their relationship.

Michelle turned and a big smile spread across her face. Hannah was relieved to notice that the look in Michelles eyes when she shifted her attention to Lonnie was at least a hundred watts brighter than the look shed given Dean. Michelle had her priorities straight, but did Andrea? Hannahs middle sister was still focused entirely on the Bad Boy Director.

Then something happened that caused Hannah to relax slightly. Sharyn Lawrence stepped onto the set and wove her way through the extras to greet her husband. Andrea stared at her for a moment and then she turned to Hannah.

Thats Sharyn, she said. Shes Deans wife.

I didnt know youd met her.

I havent, but who else could it be? Dean said his wife had raven hair.

Youve been talking to Dean about his wife?

Not really. He just happened to mention her, thats all. We were talking about Traceys part in the movie.

Hannah decided to take the bull by the horns. Was that this morning when I knocked on the door at the Winnebago?

Uh

yes. Look, Hannah. Nothing happened.

Then why did you go out the back way?

He asked me to. He wanted to avoid any gossip, you know? I mean, since Im married and all.

That hasnt stopped him in the past, Hannah thought, but she didnt say it. She remained perfectly silent and waited for her sister to get uncomfortable enough to go on with her explanation.

Its just like I told you, Hannah. Nothing happened! Dean talked to me about Traceys part in the movie. Hes been just wonderful about advising us.

Again, Hannah remained perfectly silent. It wasnt easy, but the ball was in Andreas court.

He said he called me in so early because he needed to talk to me privately. And thats when he told me that hes already chosen his next movie script and Im perfect for one of the parts.

You? Hannah asked, too startled to remain silent any longer.

Yes, me. And he even offered to fly me to Hollywood for a screen test.

Hannah stared at her sister in absolute shock. Dont tell me you fell for that old line! My married sister whos totally in love with her husband, even though shes momentarily ticked off with him for going off to Miami without her, wouldnt be that naďve

right?

Of course not! Im almost certain Im not star material, and I recognize a line when I hear one. But it really was flattering, and I was tempted to say yes for a split second or two.

But you said no.

Of course I did. But Dean was very persuasive and now I can understand why so many women would do almost anything he asked them to do.

Im just glad youre not one of those women, Hannah said. But before she could say anything else, the assistant director called for quiet on the set.

Some of the prop men hurried up to the set carrying champagne classes and handed them to some of the guests at the cocktail party. Others didnt get glasses and Hannah assumed that they would be approached by waitresses in the scene with their trays of filled glasses.

Are they really drinking champagne? Hannah asked her youngest sister.

Michelle shook her head. Its cream soda. Well do a couple of second unit inserts later with glasses being filled with real champagne.

Like the inserts Clark shot of Moishe?

Thats right. Excuse me a second, Hannah. Ross needs me.

Michelle rushed onto the set and up to Ross, whod motioned to her. A second later she headed for the door and came back with Mike in tow.

Oh, boy! Hannah said under her breath. Mike was a sight for sore eyes in his full-dress Cherrywood P. D. uniform. Actually, he was a sight for sore eyes in anything he wore, but she didnt want to think about that right now.

Mike, his brass gleaming under the lights, followed Ross and Lloyd, the head prop man, as they led him to an ornate white desk trimmed with gold that sat in the corner of the room. It was a double desk, the kind Hannah had always wanted but wasnt sure why, with room for two people to sit on either side and use it together. Hannah watched as Mike pulled out one of the center drawers and examined what was inside. Then he closed it again, exchanged a couple of words with Lloyd and Ross, and went back out through the living room doorway.

What was he doing? Hannah asked Michelle, whod come back to stand by Andrea.

He was checking the gun to make sure it was unloaded and Lloyd had removed the firing pin.

Is that the gun they use in the suicide scene? Andrea wanted to know.

Thats right.

Hannah started to frown. But it wont make any noise at all without a firing pin.

Thats right. Well add the sound of a gun firing in post production.

Why not use blanks? Andrea asked.

Blanks are only safe if your target is a few yards away, Hannah answered, remembering the way Ross had described the suicide scene. Burke has to put the gun right up to his temple.

So?

Blanks have a primer and gunpowder inside a casing. Its sealed with a wad of something that looks like shellac. When the guns fired, the wad can exit the barrel with enough velocity to kill Burke.

I didnt know that! Andrea breathed, shivering a bit.

A lot of people dont know that. The only reason I know is that Lisa told me.

How did she find out? Michelle wanted to know.

Herb teaches a class in gun safety. Hannah was about to tell them about the television actor who was killed with blanks while pretending to commit suicide on a set, when she saw Delores giving her the high sign. The Cream Cheese Puffs must be ready. Either that or Mother is trying out for the part of a windmill.

Chapter

Nineteen

I never wanted you to figure it out, but it really doesnt matter anyway. He looked at me right before I shot him and I keep seeing that look in my dreams. Its haunting me and I just cant take it anymore.

Burke pulled out the center drawer and reached for the gun, but before he could grasp it, there was an angry shout from Dean.

Cut! Dean shouted again. Whats with you, Burke? Youre supposed to make people weep for you! Get up. Ill show you what I want here.

Burke looked very embarrassed as he rose to his feet. Im sorry, Dean. I dont know whats wrong, either. I just cant seem to get the motivation right. I know Jodys supposed to be at the end of his rope, but its just not working for me.

Why not? Hes been dealing with guilt for years and its taken its toll. Hes also sloshed to the gills. All you have to do is sell drunk and guilty.

I know. We talked about that, and I thought I could do it, but

 Burke stopped speaking and sighed. My back hurts and I just cant seem to get it right.

Dean rolled his eyes at the rest of the cast. Fine. Ill show you how it should be done.

Thanks, Dean. Burke moved to the edge of the set and watched as Dean walked toward the desk. But before he got there, the director stopped and turned to his cameramen. Make this a three-shot. Ive got the feeling were going to need it. The way Burkes going today, I might have to put it on a loop and screen it for him all night.

That was nasty, Hannah whispered to Michelle.

And how! Deans not about to get nominated for the nicest guy in the movie business, Michelle whispered back. When this scenes over, Ill tell you what he said to me this morning!

Hannah glanced at Delores and saw she was doing her windmill impression again. Hannah was about to head up the stairs to fetch more Cream Cheese Puffs when Andrea grabbed her arm.

Ill go, Andrea offered. I have to make a call anyway. Ill bring the tray back down when this takes over.

Thats fine with me. Once Andrea had left, Hannah turned her attention back to the scene. Dean was getting a glass of cream soda champagne from one of the waitress and when he turned around to face the camera, she had all she could do not to gasp. He looked glassy eyed, as if hed been indulging in strong spirits for hours. The illusion of extreme inebriation was embellished even further as he made his way unsteadily through the crowd to approach the antique partners desk where Lynne was sitting.

The adult Amy was deep in thought, staring down at the tray of Mini Cherry Cheesecakes that a waitress had left on the top of the desk without really seeing them. Hannah knew Lynne was supposed to be remembering what had happened on the night of her fathers suicide.

Well, how about that

its Lil Sis, Dean said, stumbling slightly and catching himself on the corner of the desk. Mind if I sit down?

Oh, Jody. Youre drunk! Youre just as drunk as Dad used to get whenever he threw a cocktail

 Lynne stopped and put both hands to her head, as if she could stop the memories from emerging. It was a perfect gesture and Hannah was impressed.

Youre thinking about the night he did it? Dean asked, slurring his words.

Yes.

He was drunk that night, too. And you know what always happened whenever he was drunk.

Hannah watched as Lynne gave a delicate shudder. Her face actually paled and Hannah could see the tears well up in her eyes. I know, Jody. I remember.

I couldnt let him do that again, Lil Sis. No way. You understand that, dont you?

Yes, Lynne said and she looked profoundly sad. Its all right, Jody. Nobody else has to know what happened that



But I know! Dean interrupted, and Hannah almost jumped as he leaned forward over the desktop, coming very close to touching Lynne.

Ill never tell, Lynne promised, a tear rolling down her cheek. I promise, Jody. Ill never tell a soul.

Course not. Wouldnt expect you to. But that doesnt help a whole lot, Lil Sis. I never wanted you to figure it out, but it really doesnt matter anyway. He looked at me right before I shot him and I keep seeing that look in my dreams. Its haunting me and I just cant take it anymore.

Dean pulled out the center drawer of the desk and grabbed the gun. He rose to his feet and was raising the revolver to his head when Lynne started to scream. Her scream wasnt audible over the sound of the music and laughter from the merrymakers at the cocktail party. No one reacted in the slightest.

No! Lynne sounded positively panic-stricken. I love you, Jody! Dont do this to me!

Im not doing it to you, Lil Sis. Im doing it for me.

Once hed delivered that line, Dean raised the gun to his temple and squeezed the trigger. The instant the hammer flew forward, there was a loud explosion. The earsplitting blast prompted several screams from the extras, and Hannah stood there staring, barely able to believe what she was seeing. Dean Lawrence, Hollywoods Bad Boy Director, was lying facedown in the tray of Mini Cherry Cheesecakes, his legs slumped against the front of the desk and his arms dangling limply at his sides. There was no doubt in Hannahs mind that hed suffered the same fate as the character hed been playing. The fake suicide of the movie had turned out to be all too real. The empty revolver without its firing pin had fired!

Chapter

Twenty

Even if she were so inclined, there was no way Hannah could get close to the mayhem on the set. People were yelling, screaming, pushing, and shoving to get away from the violent scene. Hannah stood where she was, not wanting to move until some sort of order was restored, and stared at the panicking actors and extras.

Was that a blue uniform in the middle of the melee? Hannah tried to see past an opaque lavender silk object that turned out to be Helen Barthels derrierre. Yes, it was Mike, towering head and shoulders above the diminutive Amber Coombs in her smart little cocktail waitress uniform. As Hannah watched, Mike made his way through the crowd and arrived at Lynnes side. He spoke to her for a moment and Hannah saw him pick up the chair with Lynne still in it, and place it so that she was sitting a few feet away from the desk. A moment later, Mike had commandeered a Japanese silk screen and he moved it in place to block Deans body from everyones view.

Hannah was so shocked by what shed just witnessed, her mind took a strange twist. Shed been planning to add Janes Mini Cherry Cheesecakes to her menu at The Cookie Jar, but now that was definitely out. Anyone who had seen the dreadful incident would never be able to look at the cheesecakes without remembering Deans last effort to play someone elses part and his second-to-final resting place. It was really a shame, because the cheesecakes were very good and they would have looked lovely on a silver tray with a white paper doily and

She was jerked back to the present by a piercing whistle. There was a second whistle, and then a third. And then she heard Mikes voice.

Stop! Stop right where you are! he yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth in a makeshift megaphone. Nobody move a muscle!

Hannah watched in amazement as everyone did exactly as Mike had instructed. His was the voice of authority, and they needed some authority right about now.

Let Deputy Murphy through, please, Mike ordered, but in a softer voice. I want complete quiet while we remove Mrs. Larchmont from the scene. Shes had a bad shock and she needs to rest.

There was complete silence on the set. Those who knew what had happened were thankful they hadnt been in Lynnes place, so close to their directors violent death. And those who didnt know werent about to disobey an acting sheriffs orders.

As soon as Deputy Murphy leaves with Mrs. Larchmont, Im going to divide you into groups. The deputies Ive called in will escort you to three different locations to be interviewed. Everyone must wait there until a deputy takes his or her statement. Whether you actually witnessed the unfortunate incident or not, we need to interview you. Do you understand?

There were assenting murmurs and Mike was about to go on when he was interrupted by a question from Lynne.

Excuse me, but

I just have to ask. Dean

hes

hes dead, isnt he?

Yes, Maam, Mike answered her. Just go with Deputy Murphy and hell take care of everything.

Hannah watched as Tom Larchmont approached Lonnie and asked him a question. Lonnie nodded and Tom joined them as they went out the door.

I know this may inconvenience some people, Mike went on, but everyone here will have to be searched before they leave Grannys Attic. Its not that we dont trust you, but its standard operating procedure with this many witnesses.

There were the predictable grumbles and Mike spoke up again. If youre good boys and girls, well make sure we have coffee at the three locations, and some snacks to tide you over. Hows that?

The grumbles faded and a few people smiled at their acting sheriff. Mike looked pleased as he addressed them again. Thanks, folks. Lets all cooperate so I can get you home in a timely manner. And just let me add that you are the best-dressed witnesses that the Winnetka County Sheriffs Department has ever interviewed!

There were a few grins and a couple of tentative chuckles. Hannah couldnt believe it. Mike had done such a good job of covering up the gruesome details that people were feeling much better. Mayor Bascomb, the ultimate politician in Hannahs opinion, had nothing on Mike. If the first man of Lake Eden wasnt careful, Mike might just unseat him someday!

Hannah hung back as Mike and the deputies hed called to the scene arranged the extras and the movie people into three groups. One group was going to the community center, where Edna Ferguson would provide coffee and snacks. The second group would be held at Hal & Roses Cafe, and Rose had been alerted. The third group, the group that included the cast, the cameramen, and most of the movie people whod been working at the scene, would be taken to The Cookie Jar where Lisa was waiting with fresh coffee and cookies.

It took awhile, but at last Hannah had a chance for a private word with Mike. She put all thoughts of how good he looked in the dark blue uniform out of her head and concentrated on asking the right questions.

Do you think Dean committed suicide? she asked, speaking softly so that the cameramen, who were loading up their equipment, wouldnt hear her.

Thats one possibility I cant ignore, but I doubt it. Most people who shoot themselves dont do it in front of movie cameras and dozens of actors and extras.

True. Hannah was glad to learn that Mike had come to the same conclusion she had. Then its murder?

Thats my guess.

Is there anything I can do to help you?

Yes, Mike said, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her close for a brief hug. You can forget about investigating this on your own and let me handle it.

Hannah turned the hug into a longer one than Mike had intended. It was partially because she liked to hug Mike and partially because she didnt want to promise something she knew she wouldnt do. Which witness group am I in?

The Cookie Jar group. Ill need you to help me with Mrs. Larchmont. Shes a friend of yours, right?

Thats right. I knew her in college.

Well, shes very broken up over this whole thing and I dont think were going to get much out of interviewing her.

Im sure youre right. Shes bound to be traumatized since it happened right in front of her.

I had Lonnie take her down to The Cookie Jar. Her husbands with her and that should help. Anything you can say to help calm her down would be good.

Of course. How about Sharyn Lawrence? What group is she in?

Shes with Mrs. Larchmont and her husband. I understand hes her uncle?

Right. Hannah took a deep breath. She knew she was prying, but it was a question she had to ask. Did she see the whole thing?

No. She told Lonnie shed just left to get coffee for Dean. He always called for coffee after he finished demonstrating a scene, and she wanted to have it ready for him. She was upstairs in the break room with Luanne and Andrea when it happened.

Thank goodness! Hannah said, but her mind was racing. Had Sharyn left just to fetch coffee for her husband? Or had she known the gun would fire and wanted to get as far away as possible?

Mike pulled out his notebook and Hannah took a deep breath. She was about to get interviewed.

Did you see me check the revolver?

Yes.

Did you see anyone near the desk after that?

Hannah shook her head. No, but I was busy filling up trays with appetizers. After I finished, I went to stand with the other people who were watching. There were a lot of people walking around on the set, and I didnt really start looking at the desk until Lynne walked over there and took her place.

Do you know of anyone who had a reason to want Dean dead?

Hannah thought for a moment. No one in particular. He wasnt the easiest man to get along with, but I dont know of anybody whod actually murder him. And everybody agreed that he was a brilliant director.

But you knew people who didnt like him?

Plenty, including me. Dean could lay on the charm, but he wasnt a nice man. Ask anybody and I think theyll agree with me. If he didnt have everything just the way he wanted it, he could be nasty.

But you dont think thats a motive for murder?

I dont know. Maybe it is. As you said before, youre the detective. Hannah marshaled her thoughts and asked a question. Its pretty obvious to me that someone switched guns. Do you agree?

Of course. Theyre the same model and manufacturer, but the one I inspected didnt have a firing pin. This one had bullets, and the revolver I checked wasnt loaded.

Is that the reason youre searching everyone before they leave?

Thats right. There was only one gun in that drawer, the one that killed Mr. Lawrence. Someone took the prop gun and replaced it with a working, fully loaded revolver. If nobody tries to remove the prop gun from the building, then its still here.

And it may have fingerprints on it?

Its a possibility.

Heres another possibility, Hannah said, preparing to throw out a suggestion. Do you think the bullet was meant for Dean? Or was it for Burke, who was supposed to be acting in that scene?

Mike laughed and gave Hannah another little hug. I love the way your mind works. The answer is, it could go either way. Someone whos familiar with Deans work habits and knew that he usually demonstrated roles for his actors could have set the whole thing up to kill Dean.

And on the other hand, someone who didnt know Deans work habits might have set it up to kill Burke?

Thats right.

So then we have to treat both Dean and Burke as victims and look at the people who have motives for killing either one of them?

Exactly, but whats this we stuff? Mike began to scowl. Im the detective here, not you.

I know that.

I know you know, but I want you to promise that you wont investigate on your own.

Hannah nodded, but that didnt seem to be good enough for Mike. He was still scowling.

I want you to promise out loud, Mike insisted.

Hannah hesitated, but then she realized that Mikes wording had given her an out. She gave him the sweetest, most guileless smile she could muster and said, I promise I wont investigate on my own.

Okay, nuff said. Mike gave her another hug and a push toward the door. Go back to The Cookie Jar. Ill wait for Doc Knight and then Ill come right over.

Hannah stopped at the door where Rick Murphy was frisking the last of the witnesses. He took one look at Hannah, made sure the last witness was out of earshot, and shook his head. I dont need to search you, Hannah.

Yes, you do. Mike said you have to search everyone. Hannah held her arms out to side and let Rick examine her pockets and frisk her for any weapon concealed on her person. I want Mike to be sure I didnt leave with that prop gun.

Once she was outside on the sidewalk, Hannah started to grin. Shed promised Mike that she wouldnt investigate on her own, and she wouldnt. Shed just nose around and see what turned up, and she wouldnt do that alone either

not when she had her two sisters, Norman, Delores, Carrie, and the rest of her extended family to help her!

Chapter

Twenty-One

When Hannah came in the front door of The Cookie Jar, she found her extended family already organized. Andrea and Lisa were making the rounds with coffee and cookies, while Carrie and Delores were handling hot water for tea and tea bags. They were listening so intently as they waited on the tables that Hannah imagined she could see their ears revolving like Moishes did when he heard the patter of tiny mouse feet in the space behind the walls.

Sharyn was sitting with Lynne and Tom Larchmont, and she was holding Moishe on her lap. Hannah took in Sharyns pale face and the tracks of recent tears on her cheeks, and wondered if Deans wife was truly grief stricken, or whether she was every bit as good an actress as Lynne was. If Sharyn had found out about Deans infidelities, she certainly had a motive to do away with her husband. And the fact that she hadnt been there when her husbands death had occurred could be either a stroke of luck, or an aversion to witnessing the gory scene.

Hannahs attention turned to Lynne, who looked quite calm despite the trauma she must have endured. It couldnt have been pleasant for her to see her directors death. On the other hand, Lynne had never been squeamish in college and she probably wasnt squeamish now. Hannah recalled that Lynne had been the one to set traps to get rid of the rodents in their apartment building, and shed emptied them every morning. Shed even kept a record of what shed called her kills, posting a tally sheet in the kitchen and marking off every successful snap of the bail. When Ross and Hannah had told her they thought it was a bit cold blooded to keep count, Lynne had just laughed at them. A pest was a pest, shed said, and she didnt mind exterminating them at all. Perhaps, in light of her college behavior, watching the end result of the gun switch shed made hadnt bothered Lynne that much at all and her show of horror and grief had been a brilliantly acted ruse.

Then there was Tom Larchmont to consider. Hannah eyed the distinguished, silver-haired man with some suspicion. She was almost certain that Lynne had been one of the early morning visitors to Deans Winnebago and had left by the rear exit. What if Tom had found out about Lynnes visit to Deans trailer? Was he the type of jealous husband whod murder Dean for dallying with his wife?

Hannah was just looking around for Connor, another man shed labeled as a suspect, when Andrea and Michelle rushed up to her.

We need a meeting, Andrea said, grabbing Hannahs arm. Mother and Carrie promised to help Lisa hold down the fort here.

Lets go to the kitchen, Hannah suggested, but Michelle shook her head.

We cant. I just talked to Lonnie and Mikes going to be using the kitchen for follow-up interviews. The other detectives are weeding out promising witnesses and sending them to Mike.

What are those? Andrea wanted to know.

Hannah was curious. Did Lonnie tell you what makes a witness promising?

I asked him that. He said theyre the ones who were in a position to see or hear something potentially important to the investigation, like anyone who was standing close to Dean, or the waitress who put the tray of Mini Cherry Cheesecakes on the top of the desk.

That would be Amber Coombs, Hannah offered. Dean told her to put it there, but I dont know why.

Andreas hand shot up, just as if she were still in school. I know. I read the whole script. It was so Burke could fall face forward in the cheesecake after he shot himself. Except Burke didnt shoot himself, Dean did. And thats

really awful. I wonder if he had any

any

whats that word, Hannah?

Premonition?

Thats it. I wonder if he had any premonition hed be the one with his face in the cheesecake?

All three sisters shivered slightly. It was a reminder of how quickly death could close in on an unsuspecting victim. They shared a moment of nervous silence and then Hannah broke it with a question.

Are you ready to get down to business? she asked. And when both of her younger sisters nodded, she went on. Since Mike has dibs on the kitchen, well use my cookie truck.

Thatll get chilly, Andrea objected. How about running across the street to Lake Eden Realty? Ive got the key.

A few minutes later, the three sisters were seated in swivel chairs around Lake Eden Realtys oval conference table. Hannah had brought a thermos of coffee and a bag of her latest creations.

What are these? Michelle asked, biting into a cookie.

Double Flakes.

Double flakes? Andrea frowned slightly. I can taste coconut and thats one flake. But whats the other?

Hannah shook her head. Ill never tell. Just let me say that its something you wouldnt expect to be in a cookie. She flipped open the steno pad shed carried across the street with her and pushed it across the table to Andrea. Will you take notes?

You always ask me to write things down!

Thats true, but its because you have such good penmanship. If I take notes, my mind gets ahead of my fingers and I have trouble figuring them out later.

Okay, Ill do it. But theres a price.

What is it? Hannah asked, expecting her sister to demand a whole batch of her favorite cookies.

I want to know what the second flakes are.

No, you dont. Its a lot like Mystery Cookies. Once you find out whats in them, you keep eating, and eating, and trying to taste it.

Andrea made a big show of putting down her pen and flipping the steno pad closed. If you wont cooperate and tell me, then I wont cooperate and take notes. Your unpaid personal secretary just quit.

Come on, Andrea. Itll just drive you crazy.

No, it wont. Trust me. Once you tell me, itll be all over. And then youll have perfectly legible notes.

Hannah glanced at Michelle, who shrugged. I think shes got you over a barrel, she said.

All right, Hannah conceded with a sigh. Ill tell you. Its instant mashed potato flakes.

Youre kidding! I never would have guessed! Andrea took another bite, and frowned as she chewed. Are you sure? I dont taste instant potato flakes.

Im sure. I mixed up the dough myself.

Well, I still dont taste them. Pass me another couple of cookies. Maybe the last one I ate was missing its potato flakes.

Hannah and Michelle sat back and watched as the cookies disappeared one by one. Finally, on the last cookie, Andrea gave a nod. I think I taste them, but Im not really sure. You dont have any more, do you?

Not here. Ill make you another batch tomorrow.

Thats good enough for me, Andrea said, picking up her pen and then giving a most unladylike burp. Sorry about that. Now if one of you will pour me another cup of coffee, we can get this show on the road.

Do you really think Sharyn could have done it? Michelle asked, watching as Andrea wrote her name on the list of suspects.

I dont know her well enough to tell, Hannah said. It all depends on how jealous she was. It also depends on what she knew.

What do you mean, Michelle wanted to know.

If she was the jealous type, but she didnt know her husband was entertaining other women in his Winnebago, shed have no motive to kill him.

I get it, Andrea said, jotting it down. And if she wasnt jealous and she didnt care if her husband was entertaining other women in his Winnebago, she wouldnt have a motive, either.

Correct. For the purposes of this list, lets say she was jealous and she knew. Thats a good motive for murder. And now we have to think about the women Dean entertained. They could have spouses or boyfriends who might be jealous enough to kill Dean.

Well, Im off the hook, Andrea said, taking another sip of coffee. Bills in Miami and everybody knows it.

Michelles mouth dropped open. You mean you



No! Andrea interrupted. But I did go to his trailer to discuss Traceys part with him. Its a good thing Bills not in town. He might have gotten the wrong impression and then both of us would be suspects. But Bills not here and Im in the clear.

If Bills not here, shes in the clear, Hannah repeated, and she started to grin. If it doesnt fit, you must acquit.

What? both sisters asked at once, staring at her hard.

Sorry. I just couldnt help thinking of O. J.s trial. Thats what the defense said.

But what does that have to do with



Absolutely nothing, Hannah interrupted her youngest sister. It rhymed so I thought of it, thats all. Lets get back to business here. Can we think of any other women we can link with Dean?

Me, Michelle confessed, guilty color rising to stain her cheeks. He asked me to come to his trailer right after lunch yesterday. I thought he had work for me, but when I got there, he made a pass.

What kind of a pass? Andrea asked.

It was silly, really

the sort of thing only a fool would have believed. He put his arm around me and told me I was perfect for a part in his next movie. And he offered to fly me out to Hollywood so I could take a screen test. I guess he thought Id be so grateful, I wouldnt mind when he tried to kiss me.

Andrea made a strangled sound and covered it with a cough. Sorry, something was stuck in my throat.

Stuck in your craw is more like it, Hannah thought and immediately felt mean. She poured more coffee for Andrea by way of apology for what she hadnt said, and turned back to Michelle. So what did you do?

I stepped away, and told him I was really flattered that he thought I had talent, but the smart move for me was to stay at Macalester and finish college.

That was a good way to deal with it, Andrea said, recovering nicely. But even though you turned him down, Lonnie could still have heard about it. Hes got a temper, and he was on the set, and



Forget it, Hannah advised her. Lonnie would have punched Deans lights out, but he never would have killed him. I think its safe to assume that he didnt know about the time Michelle spent in Deans Winnebago.

Michelle looked thoughtful. Youre right. If Lonnie wanted to kill Dean, hed do it with his bare hands. Hed never switch guns and take the chance that someone else might get hurt. But I just thought of someone else to add to the list.

Who? Andrea asked, her pen at the ready.

Lynne. I know she was in Deans trailer a couple of times. He mentioned it on the set the other day. And she wasnt happy that he mentioned it, either!

Okay. Ive got her down. And if Lynne was there, we have to add her husband. His name is Tom, isnt it?

Thats right, Hannah said. Youd better add Erica, too. Im almost positive I heard her giggling that first morning when I delivered Deans cheesecake. And youd better put down Jeanette, too.

Because shed kill anybody that touched her daughter? Andreas pen flew across the paper and then hovered over the motive column shed drawn next to the column of names.

That, too, Hannah told her.

But Jeanette might have another motive for killing Dean?

Oh, yes. I think I heard her in Deans trailer the next afternoon. Im not positive, but it sounded just like her. Im surprised Dean didnt ask the rental company to install a revolving door at the back of his trailer.

Andrea laughed. Thats funny. I wonder if theres anyone in Lake Eden that he hasnt tried to pick up on.

Mother and Carrie? Hannah suggested, expecting a big laugh.

Maybe Carrie, Michelle answered.

Not Mother?

Not Mother, Michelle said with a grin. Dean got a little close to her when she was printing out the list of props they collected for him.

Uh-oh! What did she do?

She elbowed him in the stomach.

Hold on! Andrea held out her hand palm first in the universal signal for stop and wait. Did you say Mother printed out a list?

Thats right.

Then she has a computer?

She showed it to me last night, Michelle said. Its a really nice laptop, a Pentium four, three-gig processor with an eighty-gig hard drive and a seventeen-inch screen. Its got firewire and USB ports, and lots of peripherals

scanner, color printer, digital camera, external hard drive backup, you name it.

Andrea gave a low whistle. Did you hear that, Hannah? Mother got a computer!

I heard, Hannah said, giving a groan worthy of a hippo mired down in a mud hole.

Michelle glanced from one older sister to the other. Why is Hannah groaning like that?

Because she promised me shed get a computer when Mother did. Andrea gave a little laugh. And Mother did.

Okay, okay, Hannah gave in, although not gracefully. Ill talk to Norman right after the movie crew leaves and find out what kind to buy.

Andreas cell phone rang and she put down her pen to answer it. She listened for a minute and then she sighed. Okay, Lisa. Well be right there. Thanks for telling us.

Telling us what? Hannah asked, already starting to gather up the coffee mugs.

Mike just came in to interview the promising witnesses. When he noticed that we werent there, he asked where wed gone.

What did Lisa tell him?

That we were here, across the street.

Uh-oh, Hannah groaned. Mike was bound to be suspicious, especially since all three of them had left. Did he ask Lisa anything else?

Yes, he wanted to know what we were doing over here when Lake Eden Realty was closed.

And what did Lisa say?

She said she didnt know, that all youd done was ask her to mind the shop while you went across the street with us.

Good girl! Hannah said, breathing a bit easier. She hadnt asked Lisa to lie for them before theyd left and that omission had been deliberate. There was no way shed put her young partner in that position. Lisa might agree to bend the truth a bit if it was crucial, but she hated to lie. And even more important, to Hannahs way of thinking, was the fact that Lisa was an extremely unaccomplished liar. No one would ever accuse Herb Beesemans new bride of having a poker face. Lisas countenance told the whole story. If she was angry, her eyes blazed and her color was high. If she was nervous, her hands shook and she licked her lips anxiously. If she was sad, her eyes welled up with tears and she sniffled without realizing it. If Hannah had asked her to lie for them, Lisa might very well have done it, but her voice would have trembled and she wouldnt have been able to meet Mikes eyes. Perhaps those two signs of a less than truthful statement might have escaped someone elses notice, but Mike was a master interrogator and there was no way he would have missed it.

So what do we say when we get back? Michelle asked.

We say

 Hannah mind whirled into high gear. She thought for a moment and then she started to grin. We tell the truth. Thats bound to throw him off the track.

What! Andrea gasped.

Michelle didnt say anything. She was too shocked to do more than stare at her older sister.

Thats right, Hannah said, visibly warming to her idea. We tell Mike the truth. We say we were over here talking about Deans murder and speculating on who might have done it. And then, when Mike wants to know if we questioned any of his witnesses, we tell him the truth and say no. We also add that its one of the reasons we came over here to talk about the murder.

Why? Andrea looked confused.

Because we knew he wouldnt want any of the witnesses to overhear us talking about Dean. And there were so many people in The Cookie Jar, there wasnt any place for a private conversation.

Brilliant! Michelle complimented her.

It certainly is. Andrea gave a little smile. And were not even lying. The only thing weve done is talk about it, and theres no crime in that

is there?

I dont think so, Michelle said, turning to look at Hannah for the final word.

I hope not. Hannah handed the thermos to Michelle, took the notebook Andrea handed her, and stuffed it into her saddlebag-style shoulder purse. So far, all weve done is gossip and if thats a crime, Mike will have to lock up half the people in Lake Eden!

DOUBLE FLAKE COOKIES

DO NOT preheat ovendough must chill before baking

This recipe is from Lisas cousin, Betty Harnar. Bettys cookies are slightly different than the ones we make at The Cookie Jar, so if you dont like them blame us. If you love them the way the folks in Lake Eden do, please give Betty all the credit.

1 cup melted butter (˝ pound, 2 sticks)

3 eggs

1 ˝ cups white (granulated) sugar

2 teaspoons cream of tartar

1 teaspoon baking soda

˝ teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon coconut extract (if you dont have it, you can use vanilla)

1 ˝ cups flour (no need to sift)

2 cups instant mashed potato flakes

1 cup coconut flakes, firmly packed

ž cup finely chopped pecans or walnuts (measure AFTER chopping)

approximately ˝ cup white sugar in a bowl for later

Melt the butter. Set aside to let it cool a bit. Crack the eggs into a mixing bowl and whip them up for a minute. They dont have to be fluffy, just thoroughly mixed. Pour in the sugar and stir it up. Add the cream of tartar, baking soda, salt, and coconut extract. Mix well. Stir in the melted butter and then add the flour. Mix until the flour is thoroughly incorporated.

Measure out two cups of mashed potato flakes and mix them in. Add the coconut flakes. (If youre like me and you dont like stringy coconut, chop it up in a food processor with the steel blade before you add it to your bowl.) Stir in the chopped nuts and mix thoroughly.

Cover the dough tightly and refrigerate it for at least 4 hours. Overnight is even better.

When youre ready to bake, preheat the oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the center position.

Form balls of cookie dough, 1 inch in diameter, with your hands. Roll the balls in granulated sugar and place them on a greased (I used nonstick cooking spray) cookie sheet, 12 to a standard-sized sheet. Flatten them a bit with a metal spatula or the heel of your impeccably clean hand.

Bake at 350 degrees F. for 10 to 12 minutes, or until cookies are golden around the edges. Cool on the cookie sheet for 2 minutes and then transfer the cookies to a wire rack to cool completely.

Yield: Approximately 8 dozen, depending on cookie size

Mother likes these best as sandwich cookies. I spread one cookie bottom with chocolate frosting and sandwich another cookie on top. (The bottoms should be together, making the cookie sandwiches slightly convex.) Berties customers down at the Cut n Curl like them best if the sandwich filling is raspberry jam. I think thats because the chocolate melts if they eat them under the hair dryers.

Hannahs Note: Youre really supposed to chill this dough, but if you absolutely positively cant wait to bake them, you can. Just be prepared to wet your hands frequently as you roll the cookie balls so the dough wont stick to them.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

For Hannah, who was beat to the bone, the rest of the afternoon seemed to drag on forever. As the witnesses were released they left the coffee shop one by one, but it was seven oclock by the time the coffee shop was empty and Hannah waved Lisa out the front door.

Moishe was waiting, tethered to her favorite round table by the window and Hannah pulled out a chair to sit down. She petted her feline almost automatically as she gazed out the window and waited for Mike to finish his last interview in the kitchen.

Night had fallen and there wasnt any traffic on Main Street. Everyone had gone home and now that six oclock supper was only a memory, most folks were sitting in their living rooms or their family rooms, watching the latest sitcom. Another group of people, the ones who lived alone, were banded together at the Lake Eden Municipal Liquor Store, where the television set above the bar would be tuned to the Timberwolves as they took on the Miami Heat.

Hannah put her head down on the table and cradled it with her folded arms. She was just thinking about how nice it would be if she could be magically transported to the couch in her own living room when Mike came out of the kitchen followed by the subject of his last interview, Ross.

Hannah?

Huh?

Hannah

wake up!

Im awake. Hannah looked up at Mike and blinked. Can I go home now?

Ross reached down to pat her shoulder. Come out to the inn for dinner first. I just checked with Sally and shes serving coq au vin until nine.

Hannah glanced at Moishe, who looked every bit as tired as she felt and made a unilateral decision. No thanks, Ross. Moishe and I are heading straight home. I dont know when Ive been so tired.

Thats my fault, Mike said, reaching out to pat her other shoulder. I shouldve taken those last couple of witnesses out to the station so you could go home.

Sokay, Hannah said, slurring her words just a bit. The hard work shed done and the sleepless nights shed experienced had taken their toll. She was seriously considering turning out the lights and sleeping right there in the coffee shop rather than driving all the way home.

Hannah was barely awake enough to notice as Ross and Mike stepped back from the table. She heard their voices, but they must have moved away toward the back of the shop because she couldnt make out what they were saying. They were probably talking about her, but she was simply too tired to care. She shut her eyes, nestled close to her purring cat, and drifted back off to sleep.

When Hannah opened her eyes again, she thought she was seeing triple. Three pairs of eyes were staring down at her. Then she realized that Norman had joined Mike and Ross, and she sat up, blinking. Sorry about that. Guess I fell asleep.

I guess you did, Mike chuckled as he handed Moishe to Norman. Come on, Hannah. Ross is going to bring you your coat and things, and Normans going to drive you home.

But I dont need anybody to



Yes, you do, Mike cut off her protest. Youre tired and you could fall asleep on the road. Id drive you myself, but Ive got to get down to the station to file my reports. And Ive got a briefing scheduled with Lonnie and Rick.

Mike had said the magic words and Hannah woke up fast. He must have found out something if he had to brief Lonnie and Rick. This was a perfect time to pump him for information. Norman had taken Moishe back to the kitchen for one last trip to the litter box, and Ross had gone with him to get Hannahs coat and purse. Hannahs short nap had revived her, and she knew shed never have a better chance to find out what Mike knew. So you learned something from your interviews? she asked.

A couple of things. Number one, Miss Larchmont wants to direct.

Hannah came close to laughing out loud. Of course she does. There isnt an actor or actress alive who doesnt want to direct.

But shes going to get the chance now that Deans dead. I interviewed Ross and he said hes going to give her a shot at it.

Oh, Hannah said and then she was silent. That put a new light on it. But had Lynne known shed get the opportunity to direct if something happened to Dean? That was the important question. Anything else?

The wardrobe mistress

whats her name?

Sophie.

Thats right. Sophie said that Miss Larchmont and her husband were arguing in their room last night.

What about?

She doesnt know. She was passing by and she heard angry voices, but she didnt stick around to listen. She told me she decided it was none of her business and walked on down the hallway.

Right, Hannah thought, but she didnt say it. Shed find out what had really happened from Sophie tomorrow.

I dont know if that means anything, but well add it to the mix, Mike said. And then theres the set decorator.

What about him? Hannah asked, seriously doubting that Jared would have had anything to do with Deans murder.

One of the witnesses saw him close to the desk right before the first take.

That may or may not be important, Hannah said, but she made a mental note to write it down in her shorthand notebook just as soon as she could. Jared could have been rearranging something on the desk top.

Maybe, but its something I have to check out. And so far thats about it. Nobody remembers, for sure, who went near the desk. Its like you told me at Grannys Attic. People didnt pay any attention to the desk until the actors went over there.

Did you watch all the tapes? Maybe one of the cameramen caught someone fiddling with the desk drawer.

What tapes?

Hannah stared at Mike in surprise. I thought you knew. Dean taped all of his rehearsals.

Nobody told me! Mike looked thoroughly astounded.

Thats probably because they thought you knew. From what I heard, it was standard operating procedure. They taped it all, including the rehearsals where Dean played someone elses part.

Thanks for telling me, Hannah, Mike said, flipping open his notebook and jotting it down. Ill check with the head cameraman in the morning. Is there anything else you think I should know?

Hannah shook her head. Mike looked very grateful for the information shed given him and this was the time to ask her most important question. How about the search at Grannys Attic? Did you find the prop gun?

No.

But the killer couldnt have taken it with him. They searched everyone, didnt they?

Even Mayor Bascomb, and he wasnt too happy about that.

Ill bet he wasnt! Hannah said, giving an amused grin as she pictured their mayor, a man who was accustomed to giving the orders, being ordered to stand in line with everyone else to be searched by a sheriffs deputy.

So

either the prop guns still there and you havent found it yet, or the killer took it with him and left early, without sticking around to witness the result of his switch.

Youre right. And if the killer left early, he must have gone out the back way. Nobody came past me and I was standing right there by the front entrance waiting for my cue. Mike stopped talking and his eyes narrowed. It sounds to me like youre thinking about investigating.

Absolutely not.

You promise?

You bet. I promise you that I wont investigate.

Mike was still staring at her and Hannah wondered if he smelled a rat. Shed told the truth the way she saw it, narrowly construed. He opened his mouth to ask another question, one Hannah hoped wouldnt be too probing, when fate intervened in the form of Norman with her coat and her purse.

Here you go, Hannah, Norman said, handing over her parka coat and her shoulder purse. Ross had to run back out to the inn. Somebody beeped him and he said it was important. He told me to tell you hell touch base with you later tonight or first thing tomorrow morning.

Okay, Hannah said, pushing aside a little twinge of disappointment that Ross hadnt come to tell her so himself.

If youre ready, Ill load Moishe.

Im ready, Hannah said, standing up and letting Mike help her into her coat. The little nap shed taken had done her a world of good. She wasnt at all sleepy, but she certainly was ravenous and she could hardly wait to get home and make something to eat.

Twenty-five minutes later, as Hannah climbed the stairs to her condo, she sniffed the air. Unless she was hallucinating, someone was having Chinese Food for dinner. She turned to Norman, who was right behind her, and asked, What do you smell?

Chinese. Somebodys having hot and sour soup, kung pao chicken, house special chow mein, pork fried rice, scallops with fresh mushroom, shrimp and snow peas, and one ducks web plain, without the special soy sauce.

There was a yowl from the cat in his arms and Norman laughed. I think the Big Guy knows all about that last menu item.

He does. Whenever I order takeout Chinese, I always get one ducks web without the special soy sauce for him. He loves to chew on it and chase it around on the kitchen floor.

So I heard. Thats why I ordered all that stuff, and asked your sisters to pick it up on their way here. I hope you dont mind.

Mind? Hannahs stomach gave a mighty growl. I dont mind at all. You may have saved my life.

If youre tired, well leave, Michelle offered, gathering up the white boxes that sat on Hannahs big, round coffee table, closing the lids, and preparing to stash them in Hannahs refrigerator.

Actually

 Hannah paused to take stock of her mental state. Im not tired anymore. I think I got about twenty minutes sleep waiting for Mike to finish interviewing Ross, and it took the edge off.

Sometimes a twenty-minute nap is all you need, Andrea said. I read it in one of my parenting magazines. She stopped and began to frown. Youve got to promise not to tell Tracey I said that. I have enough trouble getting her to bed at a reasonable hour as it is.

You mean Mrs. McCann has trouble getting Tracey to bed, Hannah thought, but she remained silent. There was no way shed take such a nasty shot at her sister.

Of course now that Mrs. McCann is living in to take care of Bethany, I dont have that problem, Andrea went on, almost seeming to read Hannahs mind. Do you think Im a bad mother for not staying home to take care of my daughters?

No!

Of course not.

Never.

They all spoke at once, hotly denying that suggestion. All three of them knew that Andrea wasnt cut out to be a stay-at-home mom. She was a consummate social being who needed the stimulation of other people to be happy and fulfilled.

Good. Andrea was smiling again as she opened the small white bag that sat in the center of the table and passed out fortune cookies. Lets all read our fortunes out loud. You go first, Michelle.

Michelle broke her fortune cookie in half and drew out the folded strip of paper inside. Aim for the stars to reach the moon.

Thats almost profound, Norman said, cracking his cookie open. Mine says, Helping others is its own reward. How about you, Andrea?

True beauty is like the night. Andrea wore a puzzled expression when she looked up from the strip of paper. What does that mean? Everyone shrugged and she gave a little laugh. Thats what I thought. They must have left out a couple of words. Whats yours, Hannah?

I dont really like fortune cookies. Hannah pushed hers over to Norman. Ill trade you for your almond cookie.

Deal. Norman said, handing over his almond cookie. If youre up to it, Hannah, we want to talk some more about Deans murder. Ive got some ideas.

Fine with me, Hannah said, reaching for her purse. She got out the steno book theyd used earlier at Lake Eden Realty and shoved it across the table to Andrea.

Youre sure youre not too tired? Michelle looked concerned.

Im positive. I couldnt sleep through that racket anyway.

All four of them turned toward the kitchen, where Moishe was trying to spear the ducks web with his claws and drag it out from behind the garbage can. He yowled every time he failed, but he didnt stop trying.

So what did you get out of Mike? Norman asked after crunching a bite of his fortune cookie. Ross said you talked to him while we were in the kitchen.

Lynne wants to direct and Ross is going to give her the chance now that Deans dead. Thats another motive for her, Andrea.

Got it, Andrea said, flipping the notebook open to the list of suspects and adding a second motive for Lynne. Anything else?

Mike didnt know that Dean taped all his rehearsals. I told him and he said hed check the tapes in the morning.

Then Id better call Clark. Michelle got out her cell phone and punched in a number. Hes in charge of collecting all the tapes. I can always run out to the inn and screen them if you think theyre that important.

Hannah nodded. Good idea. Youd better call Mother and tell her where youre going. Shell worry if you stay out at the inn too late.

No, she wont. She told me to come and go as I please.

Andrea exchanged glances with Hannah. That doesnt sound like the Mother we know and love, she said.

I know. She also told me shell have dinner with me, but she has her own plans after dinner every night this week.

Hannah started to frown. I wonder what plans she could have. There arent any club meetings. They all canceled their activities until the movie company leaves town. She turned to Norman. Are the mothers going somewhere together at night?

No. Except for the night they went out to dinner with you and Ross, my mothers been home watching television.

Then whats Mother doing? Andrea looked worried. You dont suppose its another man, do you?

Its possible, I guess, Hannah conceded.

But right after Winthop? I mean

wouldnt you think shed wait?

For what? Old age to set in?

Andreas mouth dropped open, but Michelle and Norman started to laugh. They laughed so contagiously that Andrea had to join in, and eventually so did Hannah.

Do you want to know what else I found out from Mike? Hannah asked when the laughter had died down. There were nods around the round table and she picked up the thread of their former conversation. Mike said his deputies searched everyone who left Grannys Attic, but they didnt find the prop gun. They also made an initial search of Grannys Attic and it wasnt there, either.

But it has to be! Andrea exclaimed. Guns dont just vanish.

Youre right, they dont. And theyll search again tomorrow. But theres also the possibility that whoever switched the gun left early and took the prop gun with him.

Winnie Henderson, Norman said.

What?

I saw her driving down Main Street after theyd already started shooting. I know her daughter was in that scene and I thought it was odd shed leave before it was over.

Got it, Andrea said, writing it down. What else?

Theres the question we didnt get around to discussing this afternoon. Hannah took a bite of her cookie. As far as she was concerned, her almond cookies were a lot better than the commercial kind.

What question is that? Norman asked.

Whether the killer actually meant to murder Dean. Or if his intended target was Burke.

Thats good, Hannah! Michelle sounded very impressed. Youre absolutely right and I bet no one else will even think of it. Were probably light years ahead of the official investigation.

No, were not. I mentioned it to Mike.

There was silence for a moment while the other three stared at her incredulously. It made Hannah so uncomfortable, she started to try to explain. I know I probably shouldnt have said anything, but he is the investigating officer. And I was really rattled. It happened at Grannys Attic right after the murder and



Thats okay, Norman soothed her. It isnt supposed to be a contest.

True, Andrea said, although it seems like it most of the time. She turned to Michelle. Dont you think it seems like a contest?

I think it does, Michelle agreed. But what weve all got to keep in mind is that it doesnt really matter who catches Deans killer as long as someone does.

Norman reached out to squeeze Hannahs hand again. Michelles right. And besides, we have your fortune to consider.

My fortune?

I saved it for you when I ate your cookie. It says, Redhead with big mouth is still better detective than tall man in uniform.

Chapter

Twenty-Three

I think I should have changed places with Norman. I could have driven Michelle out to the inn and helped her go through the tapes.

You said you thought it would be boring, Hannah reminded her sister.

Im changing my mind about boring. Its not that bad and at least its safe.

Hannah didnt say a word as Andrea pulled over to the side of the gravel road that led past the Henderson farm. Her sister was right. What they were about to do was far from safe. Winnie had a shotgun and she wasnt afraid to use it. And Winnie didnt take kindly to intruders.

Why are we doing this, again? Andrea asked as she got out of her Volvo and pocketed the keys. She had driven to their destination after theyd decided that Hannahs cookie truck was too easy to identify.

Were doing this because Norman said he saw Winnie driving down Main Street only minutes before the incident at Grannys Attic. And I saw Winnie earlier, watching Alice waltz around on the cocktail party set.

So she was there and she left before Dean

 Andreas voice trailed off and she shuddered.

Thats right.

And because she left early, she wasnt searched. And that means she could have switched the revolvers and taken off with the prop gun. And nobody would be the wiser.

You got it.

Andrea gave a deep sigh as she trudged up the one-lane road to the farm. They could see the house in the distance, gleaming alabaster white in the bright, cold rays from the halogen yard light.

I wish Id worn boots, Andrea groused, glancing down at her sneaker-clad feet. The grounds still frozen and the bottoms of my feet are cold.

Itll be warm in the barn.

Youre right. I forgot that barns were heated.

Hannah didnt bother to correct her sister. Strictly speaking, Andrea was right. Barns were heated. They were kept warm by herding in all the cattle, keeping them together in a closed space, and utilizing their body heat. When it came to barns in the winter, BTUs stood for Bunched Together Until Summer.

Are you sure this is a good idea? Andrea asked, stepping over a frozen rut in the road.

Its probably a bad idea, but somebodys got to do it. Hannah eyed the farmhouse again. I dont see any lights on in the house. Do you?

No, its dark. Winnies probably been in bed for hours. She told me once that she gets up at five. Can you imagine getting up that early?

Oh, yes.

Of course you can. I forgot that you get up early, too.

Hannah didnt say anything. Now wasnt the time to give Andrea any grief about sleeping in. As they walked closer, Hannah noticed that Winnies sedan and her pickup truck were parked in the driveway. The house was perfectly silent, and the only things moving were the shadows from wispy clouds scuttling across the moon.

Why dont we tell Mike what we know and let him look for the gun? Andrea suggested, not for the first time.

I told you before. Mike cant get a search warrant on speculation alone. And he cant search anywhere without a warrant. If we dont do it, nobody will.

In the pale, blue light of the moon overhead, Hannah could read her sisters expression. Andrea was seriously considering that option.

Dont even think about backing out now, Hannah told her sternly. Youre the one who told us that Winnie hid her valuables in the barn.

Yes, but I didnt know Id have to come out here and look for them! What if Alice made up the whole thing? Lots of kids fib when theyre in grade school.

Hannah knew her sister was trying to bail out, but theyd come too far to give up now. Andrea had gone to school with Alice Henderson and shed told them about what Winnies youngest daughter had brought to class for Show and Tell. Hannah was pretty sure Alices story was accurate. It sounded like something Winnie would do. But Alice showed you the gold medallions Winnie won for her prize cows, didnt she?

Yes, but maybe Winnie didnt keep them hidden in the barn. Alice could have fibbed about that.

Why would she fib?

I dont know. And I guess maybe she didnt. The plastic bag with the medallions smelled a lot like

you know

the kind of smell youd smell in a barn.

Lets just hope Winnie still uses the barn for a safe. And we can also hope she stashed the prop gun there and hasnt gotten rid of it already. Its a long shot, but we have to look.

I wish it wasnt we, Andrea muttered, taking a deep breath as they stepped up to the front of the barn. How are we going to get inside, again?

Hannah explained for the third time that evening. The door slides to the side and its got a counterweight. Ill pull it open just far enough for you to slip inside. If I open it up all the way, itll probably make a loud screeching noise. Most farmers dont grease the barn doors on purpose. Its like a burglar alarm.

Smart, Andrea said.

And a lot cheaper than hiring an alarm company. Once youre inside, Ill let the big door close and youll use your flashlight to walk to the small door and unlatch it.

Right. Theres just one thing.

What?

Arent the cows going to see me when I come in?

I dont know. Why?

Well, what if they dont like me and they start doing what they do in Away in a Manger.

Huh?

You know

when the cattle are lowing. Whats lowing anyway?

That would be mooing. Hannah thought fast. If her sister suspected that the cows would be awake, she might refuse to go inside the barn. I dont think you have to worry about any mooing, or lowing, or whatever. The cows are probably sleeping. They get up early, you know.

Youre right. I saw that commercial where the rooster wakes them. Andrea stopped and took a deep breath. Okay, Hannah. Im as ready as Im ever going to be.

Watch out for the trench by the door. Thats for the runoff when they clean the barn.

Run-off?

Never mind. Just step carefully, thats all. The minute youre inside, Ill go stand by the small door.

Hannah used every muscle she had to push open the heavy door so her sister could slip inside. Once Andrea was safely past the trench and shed snapped on her flashlight, Hannah let the door close and tromped around the side of the barn to the smaller door. There she waited. And waited. And waited. She was about to go back and try to force open the big door again when she heard Andrea draw back the latch, and the smaller door opened.

What happened to you? Hannah asked, frowning at the sight of her sister in the moonlight. Andrea had several globs of hay stuck in her hair and even more on her pants and jacket.

One of the cows woke up and lowed at me, and I got scared and fell down. I didnt fall in anything really

um

messy, did I?

Hannah turned on her Maglite and surveyed the damage. Messy didnt begin to cover it. There was something on the back of Andreas pants that Hannah didnt even want to try to identify and more of the same was stuck to the back of her hair.

Hannah? Andrea prompted, looking slightly sick. Its not that bad, is it?

Its not that bad, Hannah said, lying through her teeth, and breathing through her mouth while she was at it. Whatever Andrea had fallen in was pungent. Lets search the bullpen and get out of here so you can get cleaned up.

Bullpen? How do you know Winnies hiding place is in the bullpen?

I figured it out from what you told us. You said Alice told the class she had to climb over a rail to get it, and it was in a box on the wall of a big pen. All the farmers around here keep their bulls penned up when theyre in the barn.

How do you know so much about farms, anyway?

I spent a lot of time on Grandma and Grandpa Swensens farm. I used to love going out to the barn with Grandpa and hand-feeding silage to the cows.

I dont remember that.

Of course not. You were just a baby and you stayed in the house with Grandma. Hannah stepped inside the barn and shut the door. Walk down the center aisle, Andrea. That way well avoid the muck.

Whats

never mind, Andrea said, obviously thinking better of the question shed been about to ask. I see two pens way down there at the end. Ones empty and the other has a cow in it.

Thats a bull, Hannah pointed out as they got closer.

How can you

never mind, Andrea said again, deciding she preferred to be zip for two with her questions. Ill check the empty pen and you can check the other one.

Hannah smiled. Shed expected no less. Go ahead. Ill wait to see if you find anything before I tackle the bullpen.

As they walked down the center aisle of the barn, Andrea let her flashlight play over the cows. Theyve all got signs hanging above their places, she said. Look, Hannah. This black-and-white cow is Daisy. And this brown one is Buttercup. And heres Petunia, and

drat!

Theres a cow named drat?

No. I was reading the names and I forgot to look where I was going. I almost stepped in some dirt.

There was no way Andrea could get any dirtier, but Hannah didnt want to remind her of that. She just grinned and followed in her sisters wake to the very rear of the barn.

The empty pen didnt take long to search. Andrea lifted the lid on the wooden box, checked for contents, and came rushing back out again. Theres nothing there. Youre up, she announced.

Were up, Hannah corrected her. Ill go in, but I need you to distract the bull.

How am I supposed to do that?

Talk to him, pet him on the head, give him a cookie, whatever. Just keep him focused on you while I climb in and check the box.

I dont have any cookies.

Yes, you do, Hannah reached into her pocket and pulled out a bag of day-old cookies. Shed grabbed them from her cookie truck along with her Maglite before theyd left the condo.

What kind are these?

Assorted. Lisa emptied what was left in the serving jars. Just keep trying until you get to one the bull likes. And then feed it to him slowly, to give me time to get in, check the box, and get back out.

Okay, I guess. Andrea started to move to the front of the pen, but she stopped and turned back to Hannah. I cant talk to him if I dont know his name. And theres no nameplate on his pen.

Hannah thought fast. Call him Larry.

His name is Larry?

Absolutely, Hannah said, crossing the fingers on her left hand to negate the lie.

Winnie told you that?

You bet, Hannah said, crossing the fingers on her right hand.

And you remembered?

Of course. Hannah was running out of fingers and she gave Andrea a little shove toward the front of the pen. Hurry up. We havent got all night.

Hi, Larry, Andrea said, in the same tone of voice Hannah had heard her use with Bethany. Are you hungry? I bet you are. Just look at what Ive got for you! Try an Old Fashioned Sugar Cookie. Its got colored sugar on it and youre really going to like it.

Hannah was beginning to have second thoughts. Andrea didnt sound very confident. To tell the truth, Hannah wasnt very confident, either. She knew nothing about Winnies bull. Some bulls were gentle and complacent, but others were aggressive and mean. Hannah wouldnt know what type of bull Winnie had until she got into the pen with him. And by then, it would be too late to do anything about it.

Dont you like sugar cookies, Larry? Okay, theyre not my favorites, either. Lets try a Chocolate Chip Crunch Cookie. Thats got cornflakes in it and Ill bet you like cornflakes for breakfast. Or maybe Winnie doesnt give you cornflakes. How about oatmeal? I think I see one of Hannahs Oatmeal Raisin Crisps.

Hannah tested the gate. It wasnt locked. She could step in at any time. She did her best not to think about the dire consequences that could follow her action, but her mind continued to drown her in a cascade of scenarios. The bull would attack her, pin her to the rails, and gore her. That was the first scenario. The second scenario had the bull turning on Andrea and attacking her instead of Hannah. But if that happened, Hannah would still be in danger because Bill would attack her the minute he got back from Florida. The third scenario was a little less ugly but equally scary. The bull wouldnt attack anyone, but hed start bellowing, and Winnie would come out with her shotgun and shoot both Hannah and Andrea. There was also a fourth scenario and Hannah liked that one the best. The bull would fall in love with Hannahs cookies, become her mascot at The Cookie Jar, and sit beside Moishe on one of the tables by the front window, sniffing cookies the way Disneys Ferdinand had sniffed flowers.

Hannah! Andreas voice roused her from the last and most ridiculous scenario. What are you waiting for? Larry likes Peanut Butter Melts and Ive only got two left!

Okay, Hannah said and opened the gate to the pen. She slipped inside, went straight to the box on the wall, and opened it. Jackpot, she breathed, pulling out a plastic bag. But it was far too light to include a gun, even a prop gun. Theyd struck out and put themselves in danger for nothing!

Hurry, Hannah. Im on the last cookie and Larry doesnt like anything but peanut butter.

Okay. Im almost through. Hannah exited the bullpen without incident and made sure the gate was securely latched behind her. She was just preparing to give Andrea the bad news when all the lights in the barn went on.

Freeze, you varmints! Ive got you covered six ways to Sunday!

Hannah glanced toward the door to see Winnie heading toward them, a shotgun cradled in her arms. She was about to raise her arms in surrender and advise Andrea to do the same when she realized that Winnie wasnt wearing her glasses.

Down, she hissed, pushing her sister down in the hay. Follow me. Well hug the side wall of the barn and crawl out.

But

wont Winnie see us?

She cant see a thing without her glasses and shes not wearing them. Just follow me. It wont be pretty, but well make it.

Truer words were never spoken. By the time theyd crawled through the feed trough that ran along the outside of the stanchions, Hannah and Andrea were covered with liquids and solids that would give a microbiologist a nice workout.

The smaller door was standing open and Hannah raised her head to check on Winnies whereabouts. Run! Hannah hissed, grabbing her sisters hand and pulling her through the open door.

Both sisters were breathing hard by the time they arrived at the Volvo. Andrea used her remote to open the door, and she was about to slide into the drivers seat when she looked down at herself. Yuck!

And another yuck for me, Hannah said, realizing that she was just as filthy as Andrea. Do you have any blankets in the trunk?

Of course I do! I have two thermal blankets. Theyre part of my Minnesota Winter Driver Survival Kit. Bill puts it together and he doesnt let me take it out of the trunk until June.

Smart man, Hannah said, recalling that theyd once had a blizzard in May. You take one blanket and Ill take the other. Well sit on them so we wont get your upholstery dirty.

What is this stuff, anyway? Andrea asked, popping the trunk and taking out the blankets.

Its muck. Drive straight to my place and well take showers.

A shower would be good, but I dont have any clean clothes with me.

Michelle left a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt the last time she stayed over. You can use those.

But

maybe I should just go home.

And let this muck dry on you? Dont be silly, Andrea. Cow pies are like plaster. Once they set, nothing less than a flamethrower can dislodge them.

Cow pies? Andrea turned to her sister in shock. Are they the same as muck?

Pretty much. At least in our case.

Well, why didnt you say so in the first place?! Hang on and well be at your place in less than ten minutes!

Chapter

Twenty-Four

You look like youve been through the wars, Lisa said when Hannah came into the kitchen of The Cookie Jar the next morning.

That about covers it. Hannah headed to the sink to wash her hands.

Wheres Moishe?

Home sleeping. He doesnt have any scenes today.

I bet hell miss all the attention he gets when hes here.

I dont think so, Hannah replied, reaching for the soap. When I told him he didnt have to come to work with me today, he licked my hand and then he burrowed under the blankets and hid at the bottom of the bed.

He must have needed a day off. And speaking of days off, I think you should have taken one. Were you out late last night investigating?

Hannah shook her head as she lathered up. I dont investigate.

You dont?

Absolutely not. Only an investigator can investigate. Im just a small-town snoop.

Lisa laughed. Still arguing over semantics with Mike?

No. Hannah rinsed her hands, thought about it for a minute, and then she nodded. Yes.

Let me see if Ive got this right. You promised Mike you wouldnt investigate, but you didnt promise him that you wouldnt snoop?

Something like that.

Thats my partner! Lisa crowed, well pleased with her ability to figure it all out. So where did you snoop last night?

Hannah dried her hands and headed for the work island. Lisa was mixing up a batch of Boggles, and the recipe for Cinnamon Crisps was next in line on the recipe holder. Andrea and I did a little B and E.

Breaking and entering? Lisa looked shocked when Hannah nodded. Where?

Winnie Hendersons barn. Hannah headed off to the walk-in cooler to get the butter and the eggs. Once shed carried them back to her workstation, she gathered the dry ingredients from the pantry and arranged everything in order. She was ready to start mixing the dough when she realized that Lisa was still staring at her. What?

Why? Lisa countered.

Why what?

Why did you and Andrea break into Winnie Hendersons barn?

Winnie left the dress rehearsal early, so she wasnt searched. Shes familiar with firearms, and a couple of her husbands had nice gun collections that might have included revolvers that resembled the prop gun. She didnt want Dean to use the park for the skating scene, and Dean was the kind of guy who wouldnt take no for an answer.

And thats a motive?

Its a pretty good one. Winnie could have figured that a real suicide on the set would shut the movie down. Then Ross and his company would leave town.

Makes sense, Lisa said, getting out another of the large stainless steel mixing bowls they used and grabbing the next recipe on the rack. You can ask her some probing questions when she comes in at noon.

Winnies coming here?

Thats what she said when she called this morning. She apologized for not coming in yesterday, but she had to rush home to meet the vet.

Hannah thought about that for a moment. Winnie had cattle, horses, several dogs, some cats, and a flock of chickens. With that many animals, it was certainly possible that one of them had required medical attention. The excuse was reasonable, but that didnt necessarily mean it was true. What was wrong?

The bull had some sort of intestinal upset and it made him really ornery. Winnie said hes usually pretty good-natured, but not yesterday. It took Winnie, the hired man, and four of the neighbors to subdue him so the vet could give him a shot of antibiotics.

Hannah felt her stomach drop down to her knees and come slowly back up again. Shed gone into the pen with a sick, ornery bull and he could have gored her six ways to the center. Her sister had handed that same sick, ornery bull homemade cookies and heaven only knew what that had done for his intestinal problem.

The good news is the bulls fine today. Winnie said that when she went out to the barn this morning, he was as quiet as a lamb. That shot the vet gave him must have worked.

Forget the shot, Hannah said under her breath. My moneys on the five Peanut Butter Melts that Andrea fed him.

Winnie slid onto a stool at the work island and accepted the mug of coffee that Hannah poured for her. I sure can use some wake-me-up, she said. I kept hearing noises in the barn last night.

Really? Hannah asked, placing two mini cherry cheesecakes on a napkin in front of Winnie and hoping she looked more innocent than she felt.

Thats right. I could have sworn somebody was in there, but when I checked, everything seemed okay. Course I couldnt see much without my glasses.

What happened to your glasses?

I knocked em on the floor when I jumped out of bed and I couldnt find em until this morning. Winnie took another sip of her coffee. I apologize for not getting here yesterday, but I had an emergency. Did Lisa tell you about Larry?

Larry?

My bull. The grandkids named him.

Hannah had all she could do not to laugh out loud. The bulls name was Larry, so she hadnt been lying after all! It couldnt be a coincidence. She must have heard Winnie mention it and it had stuck in her mind. Yes, Lisa told me. Im glad Larrys better now.

Guess youre not going to try to talk me into letting them use the park.

Why not?

Use your head, girl! Now that their big-shot director is dead, theyll be packing up and leaving town. Something in Hannahs expression must have tipped her off, because Winnie cocked her head and stared at Hannah curiously. Wont they?

I dont think so. At least thats not what I heard last night. Most of the important scenes have already been filmed, and there are only four to go. Lynne Larchmont is going to direct those.

You mean they still want to use the park?

Thats right. I hope youll let them use it, Winnie.

Winnie gave a deep sigh. I said they could use it if they didnt move the statue my brother made of the first mayor, but that highfaluting director wanted it out of the way. He said it would ruin the shot. He wanted to move it clear over by the bandstand. I figured for sure theyd break it and Arnie put a lot of work into making it. Its the only thing of his I got left.

Maybe they dont have to move it that far. How would you feel about it if they just hoisted it up out of camera range?

You mean

they could just pick it straight up and leave it dangling in the air while they did whatever they had to do?

Thats exactly what I mean.

Winnie considered that for a minute and then she shrugged. I dont know what to say. Would I still get the money?

Ill have to check for sure, but I think so.

Well just between you and me, it would sure come in handy right now. Elmer Petersen over in Eagle Bends selling off twenty head, and hes got a couple of Jerseys I wouldnt mind mixing in with mine. Theyre good producers according to Betty Jackson over at the dairy.

So youll agree if you get the money?

Hannah was wise enough not to say a word as Winnie thought it over. The seconds ticked by so slowly it seemed that time had stopped, but finally Winnie gave a little nod. Ill sign that paper if they swear theyll just lift up the statue and put it right back down again when theyre through. No moving it anywhere. Just up and back down. And Im going to be right there to make sure they do it right.

Ill call Ross and find out if its a deal, Hannah promised, refilling Winnies coffee cup and then heading for the phone.

Hi, Hannah, Ross said, answering on the first ring of his cell phone. I was just about to call you.

Well, I beat you to it. Im sitting here with Winnie Henderson and shes going to sign that release form to use the park as a location, with some stipulations.

What stipulations?

Dean was going to actually move the statue somewhere else and then put it back again. Winnie wants it lifted up in the air, held there by a crane or something, and then put right back down again.

We can do that, Ross said. Wed have to use a crane to lift it anyway.

She wants to be there to make sure you do it right, and she also wants the

hold on a second, Hannah covered the mouthpiece with her hand and turned to Winnie. How much did Dean promise to pay you if you signed the release?

Five thousand. And it was Connor doing the promising.

Okay, Ill tell him that. Hannah turned back to the phone again. She was feeling a bit like an agent and she wasnt sure whether she liked the role or not. Winnie says Connor promised to pay her five thousand dollars if she signed. Is that okay?

Thats fine. We allotted six thousand in the budget.

Hannah frowned slightly. I heard Dean tell Connor that five thousand was as high as he could go.

Then Dean must have had plans for that other thousand. He was a whittler, Hannah. A lot of the guys who make the big bucks are.

What do you mean?

They nickel and dime the production companies. Its like a guy who earns a hundred thousand dollars from a big corporation and steals pens and paper to use at home. He could buy his own, but it makes him feel good to put one over on the company.

And Dean did that?

Ross laughed. All the time. He just about drove our accountant crazy. You know those cheesecakes you delivered to his trailer? He charged the budget a hundred dollars for paper plates and plastic forks, and Michelle told me they cost less than ten dollars at the Red Owl.

Oh, boy! Hannah breathed, shaking her head. That really is cheap, especially because if hed asked me, I would have provided them free of charge.

That wouldnt have made any difference to Dean. He loved to pad his vouchers for out-of-pocket expenses. It was just the way he did business.

Another reason somebody might have killed him, Hannah thought, but she didnt say it. Since Tom Larchmont was the moneyman, shed add it to his motive later. Shall I tell Winnie its a go, then?

Only if you have dinner with me out at the inn tonight.

Hannah laughed. Thats extortion.

No, its desperation. I need to spend time with someone who doesnt have a personal agenda and who isnt directly involved with the movie.

In other words, you need a friend? Hannah guessed, reading between the lines.

Thats exactly right. Ask Winnie if I can meet her at her house in an hour with the money and the release form. Ill hang on.

Ross wants to know if he can meet you in an hour at your place with the money and the papers, Hannah reported, covering the phone with her hand.

Fine by me, but tell him to bring Connor along. I dont know this feller youre sweet on, but I spent a lot of time with Connor when he was trying to get me to sign that paper. He was as polite as he could be and he ate three slices of my gooseberry pie. Havent seen anybody do that since my second-to-the-last husband died.

Michelle rushed into The Cookie Jar at eleven-thirty, right before the noon rush, and handed Hannah a package. Here, she said, puffing a little. Clark showed us how to make a copy of the important footage and we left on the time codes.

Thanks, Michelle. Ill go over to Andreas and watch it.

Better not. Deans murder is on the tape, and its not something Tracey should see.

Okay. I guess Ill have to run home after lunch then.

Michelle shook her head. Ive got a better idea. Why dont you use Deans trailer? Ive got a key and you can use his screening room

unless thatll creep you out?

It wont creep me out, Hannah said, jumping at the chance to get a better look at Deans trailer. If she had time, she might even do a little snooping to see if she could find any other motives for his murder.

Well, it would creep me out, especially if I had to go in alone. But I wont be alone. Youll be with me.

You want to watch the tape again?

No, thats just an excuse. I want to help you do what youre really going to do in Deans trailer.

You mean



Thats right, Michelle interrupted her. I want to help you snoop through Mr. Big Shot Directors things.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

Hannah glanced around uneasily as they ducked through the trees in the vacant lot and emerged in front of Deans Winnebago. She tried to squelch the feeling, but it wouldnt go away.

Whats the matter? Michelle asked, noticing her big sisters nervous expression. You look jumpy.

I am. And I dont know why.

Is it because were going to snoop?

I dont think so. Heaven knows Ive snooped before! Maybe its because we dont have to break in and its not the middle of the night.

Michelle laughed as she climbed the steps and unlocked the door. Come on, Hannah. Ive got a perfect right to be here. Ross asked me to pick up Deans shooting script and look for any changes he indicated for the skating scene were shooting tomorrow afternoon. Frances was supposed to drive over here to get it, but Lynne needed her for something else.

Hannah stood back as Michelle opened the door, and then the two sisters stepped inside. The interior smelled musty, as if the owner had left it untouched for an extended period, but Hannah figured that was all in her imagination.

It smells funny in here, Michelle said, echoing what Hannah was thinking. I wonder what it is.

This could have something to do with it. Hannah plucked a crumpled sock from the top of a bookcase and held it up for Michelles inspection.

Deans. I recognize the pattern. It looks like argyle, but its really his initials arranged in a design all over. His wife told me she gets them from a place in Beverly Hills that makes socks to order.

Dean might have been a genius, but his personal habits could have used some work. Hannah picked up the other sock, which was lying smack dab in the middle of the aisle that led down the center of the trailer. She put both socks in a plastic bag she found on top of his desk and turned to her youngest sister. Do you think we should save these for Sharyn?

It seems a little silly now that hes dead. I mean, whats she going to do with them? And its not like she doesnt have a whole drawer full of others just like them at home. Lets toss them. Its quicker and easier. Michelle used two fingers to gingerly pick up a grungy handkerchief from the desk chair. And lets add this to the bag.

Once Hannah had relegated the bag to the wastebasket next to Deans desk, she followed Michelle down the hallway toward the rear of the trailer. As they progressed, the bad smell grew stronger and Hannah coughed slightly.

Yuck, Michelle commented as she passed a closed door. That smell seems to be coming from the bathroom.

Maybe Id better check it out, Hannah offered. Her mother had accused her of being a dead body locator and she didnt want Michelle to share that reputation. And while it didnt exactly smell as if anyone had died in the Winnebago water closet, something definitely reeked.

Go ahead, Hannah. Michelle agreed so fast, Hannah knew her youngest sister had hoped she wouldnt have to step into the small, smelly room. Just holler if you need me. Ill be right out here.

Hannah put her hand on the doorknob and hesitated. The smell was familiar, but she couldnt quite place it. She had just turned the handle and was getting ready to inch open the door when the reels spinning in her memory banks came up with triple red sevens. Skunk! she exclaimed.

Skunk?

Definitely skunk. Is there a window in the bathroom?

Im almost sure there is.

Then it must have crawled in through the bathroom window.

Do you think its still in there?

I dont know, Hannah said with a shrug.

Do you think we should try to rescue it?

Absolutely not, if we want to have anything to do with people for the rest of the day. Im fresh out of tomato juice at The Cookie Jar.

Michelle looked confused. What does tomato juice have to do with it?

If you pour it all over, its supposed to get rid of the skunk smell.

Does it work?

I dont know and I really dont want to try it

at least not now. Lets keep the door closed and count ourselves lucky.

But

how about the skunk? What if its stuck? And scared?

Hannah turned to smile at her sister. Michelle was a true animal lover. When were through here, you go out the back way and prop open the door. Ill hold my nose, open the bathroom door, and run outside.

And well leave the back door open so it can get out?

Absolutely. We can have someone come over here to check later, after the smell dissipates.

That sounds like a plan. You know, now that I know for sure that the smell is skunk, it doesnt bother me quite so much. Michelle stopped and started to frown. I wonder why Frances didnt mention it.

Mention what?

The skunk smell. I guess she didnt come in to clean this morning, now that Dean is dead.

Are you talking about the Frances I know?

Thats right, Frances Newman. She cleaned up in here every morning before Dean came in.

But

Frances told me that she was the script girl. And when I asked her what she did she said she was in charge of continuity on the set, and noting little differences between the takes so the editor would know which one the director liked best, and



Thats all true, Michelle interrupted, but they dont call them script girls anymore. The real title, the one on the credits, is Continuity Coordinator.

Then why did Frances tell me she was a script girl?

Because thats what it was called when she started in the biz, and she still thinks of herself that way.

How about cleaning Deans Winnebago? That isnt part of her job description, is it?

No. It was an extra job Frances took on when Dean asked if anyone wanted to make a little money on the side. He paid her twenty-five dollars a day to make sure his trailer looked good when he came in every morning. She said it never took her more than an hour and Dean paid her in cash.

Hannah thought about that for a moment. I should probably talk to Frances. She might know more about Deans life than anyone else in the company.

Im sure she does. From what I understand, shes been cleaning for him since they started filming two months ago.

Hannah had an unwelcome thought. There wasnt anything personal going on between Frances and Dean, was there?

I dont think so. And even if there was, Frances couldnt have killed him. I saw her take up her position by the door, and the only time she left it was when Dean called her over to give her a note. She didnt go anywhere near the desk, Hannah. I know that for a fact.

Okay, that leaves her in the clear, Hannah said, putting a mental line through Francess name only seconds after shed imagined writing it on the roster of suspects she kept in her head.

This way, Michelle said, leading Hannah down the center hallway of the trailer and opening the door to a room just beyond Deans office. This is the screening room. Take a chair and Ill put in the tape.

While Hannah was waiting for her sister to ready the electronic equipment, she took note of her surroundings. The room was messy and that substantiated her belief that Dean had been a slob. There were paper plates on the coffee table from the cheesecake hed served to whoever had screened footage with him, and no one had bothered to put them in the wastebasket. That wasnt so bad, but Hannah spotted one of her distinctive bakery boxes and she was sure there was part of a cheesecake inside. By now it would be twenty-four hours old and it had been sitting out all this time. Hannah felt like putting it in Deans refrigerator, but it seemed silly since he was no longer around to eat it.

Okay. Were all set. Michelle grabbed the remote control and took the chair next to Hannah. Here we go.

Hannah stared at the big-screen television as the tape began to run. She saw Mike check the guntheyd even captured that on tapeand she saw Burke walk over to the desk. Burke pulled out the drawer, made sure the gun was inside, and walked away. Several other people milled around in that area, but as far as Hannah could see, no one else touched the drawer except Lloyd, the prop man, who came over to check it after Burke.

Hannah made a mental note to quiz Lloyd to see if hed noticed anything unusual about the gun in the drawer. He hadnt taken it out to check the firing pin, but there might have been something not quite right, something that hadnt made him suspicious until now, in retrospect.

One other person was a possibility and that was Jared, the set decorator. Hed gone over to straighten the flowers that sat on the desk and stood in front of it, effectively blocking the cameras view of the drawer. Perhaps he hadnt touched the drawer. Hannah had no way of knowing, but hed had the opportunity and that was enough to make him a suspect.

Hannah watched as Lynne took her place in the desk chair and Burke entered the scene. The first take was awful, as were the second and the third. It was exactly the way Dean had described. Burke couldnt act his way out of a paper bag. Hannah knew Burkes character was supposed to be drunk, but Burke slipped several times and forgot to slur his words. He also looked more pained than guilty and Hannah remembered that hed said his back was hurting him.

Brace yourself, Michelle said as Dean started to demonstrate the scene. Camera two does a close-up and its not fun to watch.

It was a clear warning from the baby sister who hadnt minded watching an autopsy on educational television. Hannah took it to heart and did what she always did when a particularly frightening or gory scene appeared on television or in the movies. She peeked through her fingers.

This whole device of peeking through her fingers might look silly to other people, but it worked for Hannah. Just seeing her own fingers in front of the scene was a constant reminder that it wasnt really happening and she was really in a movie theater or in her own living room. Of course in this case, it had really happened. And her fingers didnt work quite so well.

When the scene was over, Hannah drew a deep breath and looked over at her sister. Michelle was just lowering her hand and she gave a sheepish smile. Sorry. You told me to do that when I was a kid, and I still do it.

So do I, Hannah admitted, and then she got back to business. Okay, who did you notice?

Michelle ticked them off on her fingers. Lynne, but she didnt touch the drawer, at least not when the camera was running. Burke, who did touch the drawer and even pulled it out to make sure the prop gun was there.

If it was the prop gun when he checked, Hannah pointed out.

Yes. I should probably ask around and find out if Burke has any background with revolvers.

Good idea. Who else?

Lloyd. He checked the drawer before filming started.

Was that part of his job?

Yes. He always checks a scene right before they shoot it to make sure the important props are in the correct position.

Anyone else?

Only one and thats not for sure. Jared went over to rearrange the bouquet on the desk. He stood in front of the drawer and he could have pulled it out without us noticing.

Very good! Hannah said, smiling at her baby sister. And thats it?

Thats all I saw.

Me too, except for me.

You?

Dean had me replace the tray of mini cherry cheesecakes right before the final take. I blocked the drawer with my body, and I could have switched the revolvers without anyone noticing.

But you didnt!

Of course not. The important thing is that I could have. You didnt even notice me because you didnt suspect me. What you have to remember is that when youre working on a crime like this, you cant overlook anybody.

Michelle sighed deeply. Youre right. I should have mentioned you even though I knew you didnt do it. I guess thats why Im the helper and youre the detective.

Im not a detective. Im a snoop. Hannah reached out to give her sister a pat on the shoulder. And speaking of snooping

lets go through Deans things and see what we can dig up.

The first room they searched was the largest room in the trailer, the one at the end of the hallway. Hannah opened the door and gave a smug smile. Shed been right. It was the master bedroom and Dean hadnt changed it. The large bed it had been designed to accommodate was the focal point of the room, and the only concession to office work was a conversational grouping of four barrel-backed chairs around an octagonal coffee table.

So what did he use this room for? Hannah asked, almost certain that she knew the answer to her own question.

Private rehearsals. If one of the actors was having trouble with a scene, Dean would bring them here to go over it. But Im pretty sure he used it for other things, too.

Right. You start with the closet and see if theres anything of interest in there. Ill check the coffee table and the little chest of drawers by the bed.

Hannah went through the coffee table quickly. There were a few magazines, a couple of books, and several yellow legal-size pads. A ceramic holder was filled with an assortment of pens and pencils, and a couple of decks of cards were tossed into a basket with a bridge score pad. Unless someone had gotten completely bent out of shape over a rubber of bridge and killed Dean in retaliation, she hadnt found a thing.

How are you coming? Hannah asked, aiming her question at the closet.

Fine. Im almost through.

Me, too. Hannah headed over to the small dresser, but all it contained were CDs for the sound system. Hannah paged through them. There were show tunes, blues, movie soundtracks, and some pop classical. It was quite apparent that they were carefully generic, and Hannah suspected that theyd come with the Winnebago and were meant to appeal to anyone who rented the giant vehicle.

I didnt find anything interesting, Michelle said, emerging from the closet just as Hannah shut the dresser drawer.

Neither did I. Lets go search the rest of the trailer.

Fifteen minutes later, they were still searching and they were down to the last room. Both sisters thought that Deans office might contain clues, but what they dug up was a big fat zero. Then Michelle began going through Deans file cabinet and she let out a whoop as she hit pay dirt.

Look at this, she said, shoving a file across the desk to Hannah, whod seated herself behind Deans massive work surface to go through the contents of the drawers. Its Connors employment file.

And thats important? Hannah asked, opening the file. The first page was a standard personnel questionnaire, the kind every large corporation asks applicants to fill out before their initial interview. This looks pretty standard to me.

Take a closer look. Do you see what Connor listed as his last job, the one right before Dean hired him.

Hannah glanced a little farther down on the page and found the section Michelle had indicated. Chauffeur and bodyguard for a family named Dickinson in Iowa. He drove the wife to social events. Whats so unusual about that?

Nothing in itself, but take a look at the wifes name.

Emily? Hannah asked, beginning to frown. Mrs. Emily Dickinson?

Exactly. And that must have made Dean curious, because he hired a private detective firm to check with Connors former employers. The answer he got is on the next page.

Hannah gasped as she turned the page and studied the investigators report. Connor was stretching the truth even more than the image in a funhouse mirror, but she had to admire the attempt. There was a kernel of accuracy in what hed written and it was very clever. He had protected Emily Dickenson and driven her, or at least her books, around to social events. Connor had been a library aide at Iowa State Prison and hed been in charge of the carts that were wheeled around to the cellblocks.

Well? Michelle asked.

It certainly gives him motive, especially if Dean was going to fire him. And it fits in with what Connor told me about how he couldnt use Dean as a reference. Hannah thought back to the tape theyd watched and shook her head. I didnt see Connor on the tape, did I?

I dont think so. I know I didnt.

Would it be possible for him to be there and not get on the tape?

Absolutely. They didnt tape everyone.

Do you remember if Connor was on the set yesterday?

I didnt see him, but Ill check with Ross. He always notices whos there and whos not.

Hannah shook her head. Never mind. Youve got enough to do. Ill check with Ross when I see him tonight.

Tonight? Michelle asked with a grin. Whats tonight?

Ross is taking me out to the inn for dinner.

All right! Michelle gave a pleased smile. The smile lasted for several seconds and then it turned into an impish grin. Do Norman and Mike know youre going out to dinner with Ross?

No, and dont tell them. I dont need anybody to cat-sit.

Cat-sit?

Thats right. Moishes perfectly all right alone. I dont think I can take another late night gathering at my place.

Michelle gave her a perfectly blank look. Whats this about cat-sitting and late night gatherings?

Ill tell you on the way back to The Cookie Jar. Are we finished in here? Hannah waited until Michelle nodded and then she pushed back Deans desk chair. Pick up your tape and the shooting script, and head for the hills. Ill let the skunk out and join you.

Less than two minutes later, Hannah came barreling out the back door. She took the steps at a running jump and landed next to Michelle with a thump.

Did you see the skunk? Michelle asked.

I saw it, all right. When I opened the bathroom door, there it was trying to jump back out the window. It was really scared and its going to be glad to get back outside.

Do you think itll find its way out all right?

I dont know why not. I shut all the other doors so the only thing thats open is the back door.

Good. I wonder why it went in there in the first place.

Maybe it was attracted by the other skunk.

Michelle looked confused. What other skunk?

The two-legged one that used the trailer for an office.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

You look great! Ross said, stepping inside and giving Hannah an approving hug. I really like that outfit.

Thank you. Hannah shut her mouth firmly, following the advice her mother had drummed into her head from little on. When a man compliments you, dont argue with him. Just say a polite thank-you. She didnt explain that shed run next door to Beau Monde Fashions in a panic right after Ross had asked her to dinner, and shed begged Claire to pick out something to make her look irresistible. She failed to mention that the outfit had put a crater in her budget even with her generous business-next-door discount. And she bit back her inclination to repeat Claires remark about how the new dress would hide the extra ten pounds around her waist and make the parts of her anatomy that most men noticed look lush and curvy.

Hi there, Big Guy. Ross walked over to greet Moishe, who immediately started to purr. Hannah watched as her feline made a fool of himself by rolling over for a belly rub, and she started to grin. The feline vote was in on Ross and he was a definite winner. To date, her four-footed roommate had given his unqualified approval to all three of her suitors. Hannah suspected that Moishe would give the same unqualified approval to any man who called him Big Guy and rubbed his belly, including the condo maintenance man.

Ill just get my coat, then, Hannah said, heading for the bedroom. She really hated to break up this felinehuman love fest, but her stomach was growling and shed heard that Sally was featuring boeuf Wellington tonight. Since it was one of her favorite entrées, Hannah was eager to get out to the inn and order just in case Sally ran out.

Hannah took her best dress coat from the closet, the one she wore only when the moon turned azure. The coat was black and not cat-friendly. Shed brushed it before shed put it away, but as she watched, several orange-and-white hairs floated through the air and settled on one sleeve. Hannah brushed them off with her hand, but she knew full well that it was an exercise in futility. There would be several hundred more by the time she walked through the living room and went out the door.

I turned on the animal channel for him, Ross said, as Hannah reentered the living room. Is that all right?

Hannah glanced at the set and saw that they were rerunning a documentary shed watched about penguins. Its perfect. Moishe gets upset when birds fly, but it doesnt bother him at all when they waddle.

Once shed tossed Moishe a half-dozen salmon-flavored treats to keep him occupied, Hannah locked the door behind her and walked down the steps with Ross to the garage. She expected to see his rented sedan parked in her other parking spot, and she stopped short as she caught sight of the vehicle that was taking them out to the inn. That looks just like Deans limo, she said.

Thats because it is Deans limo. We rented it for him as part of his contract. Since weve got it for another week, I figured we might as well use it tonight.

Do you want me to drive? Hannah gave a little laugh. Ive got some experience as a chauffeur. When the regular driver broke his leg, I had to drive the limo for Lisa and Herbs wedding.

Ross gave her a quick hug. Youre an amazing woman, Hannah Swensen! And I dont have a doubt in my mind that you could double as a chauffeur. But we already have one, so we get to ride in back.

You hired a chauffeur just for tonight?

No, we already had one. Connor is driving. We paid his salary as a provision of Deans contract. I told Connor he could keep the money and go back home, but he wanted to stay on and work.

I see, Hannah said, and she thought she did. Connor was probably hoping to use Ross as a reference for future employment.

Connor jumped out as they approached and opened the rear door for Hannah. Once she was seated, he went around the car and opened the other door for Ross. Straight out to the inn? he asked Ross.

Could we drive past Deans trailer first? Hannah asked, before Ross could answer.

Of course. But why?

When Michelle went to pick up the shooting script, I went with her. We think there was a skunk in there. Hannah heard a muffled cough from the front seat and she suspected that Connor was coughing to cover up a laugh. We left the back door open so it could get out, and I need to make sure someone closed it and locked it.

They did, Connor said from the front seat.

Youre sure?

Yes. I drove Mrs. Lawrence and Mr. Larchmont there this afternoon, right before I took them to the airport. They asked me to come in with them while Mrs. Lawrence picked up some things that she wanted. When we left, I made sure both doors were locked.

Did you smell the skunk? Hannah asked.

All three of us smelled it. We just didnt know what it was. Mrs. Lawrence thought maybe the sewer was backed up.

Obviously a city girl, Ross said to Hannah in an undertone.

And Mr. Larchmont thought that the gas on the stove might be on.

Obviously a city boy, Ross added.

I checked the stove, and the gas was shut off.

Thanks, Connor. Ross leaned back and put his arm around Hannahs shoulders. Since youre sure everything is locked up tight, lets go out to the inn and Ill buy dinner for both of you.

Hannah pushed aside a little twinge of disappointment as Connor joined them at the table. Shed wanted to talk to Connor anyway and she should be glad that he was sitting right across from her in one of Sallys private booths. It was silly to resent the fact that she wasnt alone with Ross, when she wasnt entirely sure she wanted to be alone with Ross.

So who did it? Ross asked, turning to her.

What do you mean? The police are investigating and I wouldnt dream of interfering with an official



Of course you wouldnt, but you dont have to give me the standard party line, Ross interrupted the speech Hannah had used countless times at The Cookie Jar. I know you always investigate.

I never investigate, Hannah corrected him. I leave that sort of thing to the trained professionals. But I cant really help it if people tell me things, and I put two and two together, can I?

Of course you cant. So lets get back to my original question. Who do you think killed Dean?

I dont know. Almost everybody who knew him seems to have a motive.

Connor gave a short laugh. Youre right. And if you havent done so already, youd better add me to your list of suspects.

Why? Hannah asked, wondering if Connors reason would match the one theyd already thought of.

Because Dean fired me right after I talked to you on Wednesday morning. I told him you were going to talk to Winnie after the cocktail party scene at Grannys Attic, but that didnt make any difference to him. He made me turn in my keys. Then he told me to clear out of my room at the inn and go home.

But you didnt leave, Hannah pointed out.

Thats right. I was hoping that after you convinced Winnie to let him use the park, hed hire me back. Its not like he hasnt done this sort of thing before. Dean is

 Connor stopped and swallowed hard. Dean was a little hotheaded. Hed fly off the handle over something minor and apologize for it the next day. I learned to stick around after he fired me, because he always hired me back when he cooled off.

It was time to play hardball and Hannah was no stranger to that sport. And Dean had you over the barrel. He knew that without references, it wouldnt be easy for you to get another job. And he knew about your background, too. That meant he could be as abusive as he wanted and you had to stand there and take it.

True, Connor said, except for one thing. I already had another job lined up this time around.

You did? Hannahs tone clearly indicated her surprise. What job?

Mrs. Hendersons stockbroker.

Hannahs jaw dropped open and she attempted to conceal the sudden descent of her chin by making a comment. I didnt know Winnie had investments!

She doesnt, at least not as far as I know. Im talking about stockbroker in the original sense of the term. Each year Mrs. Henderson auctions off her prizewinning cattle. And each year she gets far less than she should for such magnificent animals. I told her Id handle the cattle auctions for her and my salary would come from the extra profit wed make.

There was no way Hannah could hide her smile. It seemed as if Winnie had attracted yet another man with her gooseberry pie. She just hoped that Connor was as honest as he seemed and his time in prison had nothing to do with a conviction for fraud, or embezzlement, or

Since youre Winnies friend, you probably want to know why I was in prison, Connor said, leaning across the table to lock eyes with Hannah. It doesnt sound good and Im the first to admit it. I almost killed the guy who beat up my baby sister and left her for dead.

Hannah thought about that for a moment and then she reached out to pat Connors hand. Id probably be tempted to do the same to anyone who hurt Michelle.

Thanks, but just knowing that should shoot me to the top of your suspect list. I was really angry with Dean and I admit that I thought about landing a few punches. I controlled my anger by driving out to Winnies farm, but she wasnt home and I dont have any way of proving where I was when the revolver was switched.

Ross spoke up, Maybe not, but you do have a way of proving where you werent. And that wasnt anywhere near Grannys Attic or the set.

Both Hannah and Connor turned to look at Ross. Theyd been so intent on their conversation, theyd almost forgotten he was sitting in the booth with them.

I had Frances make a list of everyone who came in the door, Ross said, and your name isnt on it. You werent there so you couldnt have done it.

Connor looked very pleased to hear that. Then

Im off the suspect list?

Thats right. And you dont have to worry about anyone else holding your prison record over your head. Michelle gave me the personnel file Dean kept on you, and I shredded it.

Hannah started to smile. She was proud of her baby sister. Maybe Michelle shouldnt have absconded with Connors personnel file, but it had all turned out right in the end.

Now, how about dessert? Ross continued, turning to Hannah. Sallys got a terrific lemon torte, and she told me you gave her the recipe.

I did. My Grandma Ingrid used to make it and I havent had it for ages.

This might be the night for memories, Ross said, capturing Hannahs hand under the table.

Perhaps, Hannah said, doing her best to downplay the tingles that ran from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, and concentrate on something that was supposed to be more important

solving Deans murder.

When Hannah emerged from the dining room and turned down the hall that led to the ladies room, she found Amber Coombs waiting for her.

Thank goodness! Amber said, giving a sigh of relief. I thought youd never leave that booth!

You were waiting for me?

Yes. Sally said you were investigating



Im not really investigating, Hannah broke in. I leave that up to the



Professionals, Amber supplied the word before Hannah could say it. Thats what you always say, but we all know better. I talked to Sally and she said to tell you what I overheard when I delivered coffee to Mr. Lawrences office on Wednesday morning.

Hannah motioned toward the door of the ladies room. Step into my office and tell me all about it.

The ladies room at the Lake Eden Inn was spacious. Sally had placed several chairs around a round table opposite the sinks and the mirrors, and there was even a phone on the wall. Hannah had spent too many minutes thinking about how that phone might be used. Shed come up with several scenarios, including a woman on an unpleasant date who might use it to call a taxi and leave before her escort could become any more unpleasant.

Have a chair, Hannah said, taking a quick peek in the other room to make sure they were completely alone and then sitting in the chair directly opposite the teenage waitress she was now beginning to think of as her informant. Why did you take coffee to Mr. Lawrences trailer?

He forgot to pick up the thermos Sally had at the desk for him. And since I was scheduled to work breakfast and I had a car, Sally asked me to run it into town for her.

Okay, Hannah said, pulling her shorthand notebook from her purse and flipping it to the right page. What time did you get to Mr. Lawrences trailer?

Eight-thirty. I was listening to KCOW radio and Kelly was just about to bang the gong for the half-hour when I pulled in and parked.

Hannah jotted down the time and decided not to ask about the gong. Jake and Kelly were the half-comedy, half-news team who hosted KCOWs News at ODark-Thirty, and they could get a bit strange. What happened next?

Well, I got out of the car with the thermos and the first thing I heard was yelling. It was coming from the trailer and I recognized Mr. Ansons voice.

Are you absolutely positive it was Mr. Anson? Hannah asked, her pen poised over the page.

Oh, Im sure. And I saw him leave a couple of minutes later, so that proves it.

That was good enough for Hannah and she jotted down Burke Ansons name. And Mr. Lawrence was in his trailer at that time?

Oh, yes. He was yelling too. Thats why I waited to knock on the door. I didnt want to go inside in the middle of a fight.

A wise decision, Hannah said, hoping that Amber had overheard something useful. So you sat in your car and waited?

Thats right. But I did something Im a little ashamed of. I left the door open a little so I could listen.

Of course you did!

But I know I shouldnt have done that. I was eavesdropping on a private conversation and thats never nice.

Of course its not, but I dont think you could find a single person in Lake Eden who wouldnt have done exactly what you did. Hannah stopped to give Amber an encouraging smile. And you had a good reason for listening.

I did?

Absolutely. You had to know when Dean and Burke stopped yelling so that you could deliver the coffee.

Thats right. Amber smiled right back. I really like the way you think, Miss Swensen.

Hannah glanced down at her notebook. All right. While you were sitting in your car waiting for them to end their altercation, what did you hear?

Mostly it was just yelling at each other about who did something. You know how that goes.

I probably do, but tell me anyway.

Mr. Anson was saying, I know you did it, Dean! And Mr. Lawrence was saying, Youre crazy. I had nothing to do with it.

Did you ever find out what they were arguing about?

Not really. It just went back and forth after that and each time it got louder. Mr. Anson kept telling Mr. Lawrence to remember last Tuesday, and Mr. Lawrence kept saying that he had nothing to do with it.

Hannah jotted down Last Tuesday with a question mark. And they never mentioned what happened last Tuesday?

Not once. But something must have, Miss Swensen. They were sure hot under the collar about it. The only other thing that Sally thought you might want to know is what Mr. Anson said right before he stormed out of Mr. Lawrences trailer.

Hannah leaned forward, her pen poised to record something of great import. What did he say?

If I find out you did it, youre going to pay!

Okay, Amber. Hannah jotted down Burkes final threat and returned the notebook to her purse. Thanks a lot for telling me.

After Amber left, Hannah just sat there for a minute, thinking about what shed learned. The fight between Burke and Dean was interesting, but it didnt shed any real light on Deans murder. Burke certainly hadnt switched the prop gun for a real one, not when he was about to hold it up to his own head and pull the trigger. It had to be someone else, perhaps another person who was involved in whatever had happened the previous Tuesday. Shed ask Ross about that and if Ross didnt know, shed ask Michelle to quiz the other members of the crew about it.

LEMON CREAM TORTE

Preheat oven to 250 degrees F., rack

in the middle position

(Not a misprinttwo hundred and

fifty degrees F.)

Hannahs Note: Try to choose a day when the humidity is low to bake this. Meringues dont crisp up as well if the air is too humid.

Meringue:

4 egg whites (reserve the yolks in a bowl for the filling)

1 cup white (granulated) sugar

˝ teaspoon vanilla extract

Cover a cookie sheet with parchment paper. (You can use brown parcel-wrapping paper, but parchment works best.) Draw two 8-inch diameter circles on your paper, using a round 8-inch cake pan as a guide. Spray the paper with Pam, or other nonstick cooking spray, and sprinkle it lightly with flour.

Beat the egg whites until they are stiff enough to hold a soft peak. Add 2/3 cup of the sugar gradually, sprinkling it in and beating hard (on high speed with an electric mixer) after each sprinkling. Pour in the vanilla extract and sprinkle in the rest of the sugar (1/3 cup.) Mix it in very gently (on low speed with an electric mixer), or fold in with an angel food cake whisk until the meringue is smooth.

Spoon half the meringue neatly into one of the 8-inch circles. Smooth the topit should be about ž inch thick. Spoon the remaining meringue into the second circle and smooth the top.

Bake at 250 degrees F. for one hour, or until slightly golden on top and the surface is hard when touched.

Cool completely on the cookie sheet on a wire rack.

When the meringues are cool, gently loosen them by peeling off the paper. Put them back on the paper loose, and move them to a cool, dry place. (A dark cupboard is fineThe refrigerator is NOT FINE.)

Filling:

4 egg yolks

˝ cup white (granulated) sugar

3 Tablespoons lemon juice

2 teaspoons lemon zest (finely grated peeljust the yellow part)

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˝ cup whipping cream

2 teaspoons vanilla extract

ź cup white (granulated) sugar (youll use ž cup total in the filling)

Beat the egg yolks with ˝ cup sugar until smooth. Add the lemon juice and zest.

Cook in the top of a double boiler, over gently boiling water, until the egg yolk mixture is smooth and as thick as mayonnaise. (Thats a little thicker than gravy and takes about 3 minutes or so.) Move the top part of the double boiler to a cold burner and let the mixture cool while you complete the rest of the recipe.

Pour the vanilla into the cream. Whip the cream just until it holds a peak. Dont overbeat. Beat in the remaining ź cup sugar. Slowly stir the whipped cream mixture into the warm lemon mixture until you have a light, smooth sauce. (Lick the spoonits yummy!) Cover it and refrigerate the sauce until youre ready to serve.

To assemble, get out the meringues and the lemon filling. Decide which meringue looks best and set that aside for the top. Place the other meringue on a cake plate.

Spoon half of the lemon filling over the top of the meringue on the cake plate. Spread it with a rubber spatula so its almost out to the edge.

Put the best-looking meringue on top. Spoon the rest of the lemon filling on top of that meringue and spread it out with a rubber spatula.

To serve, cut pie-shaped wedges at the table and transfer them to dessert plates. This is a light, sugary but tart, totally satisfying summer dessert.

Yield: Serves 4 to 6 people (unless you invite Carrieshe always has thirds.)

Another Note From Hannah: This dessert is certainly yummy, but its not gorgeous. When Sally serves it at the Lake Eden Inn, she slices it in the kitchen because the meringues tend to crumble. Then she puts it on a beautiful dessert plate or in a cut glass dessert bowl, tops it with a generous dollop of sweetened whipped cream, and places a paper-thin lemon slice on top to make it look fancy.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

Why are you smiling like that? Delores asked. Her mothers question yanked Hannah out of the contented daydream shed slipped into after finishing the baking and back to reality, where she was sitting across from Delores in the kitchen of The Cookie Jar. Since telling her mother that shed been thinking about Ross, the fun theyd had the previous evening, and the possibility of more fun in the future might encourage her matchmaking matriarch much too much, Hannah pretended she hadnt heard. What did you say, Mother?

Why were you smiling like that?

Smiling like what?

Like the cat that got into the cream pot.

Hannahs ears perked up. It was another Regency expression from the mother whod been spouting them left and right for the past few weeks. In less time than it took to mix up a batch of Oatmeal Raisin Crisps, Delores had used three Regency expressions and the cat and the cream pot counted as the fourth. Shed said high in the instep to describe someone who was snooty, shed called the new sweater shed bought all the crack to mean that it was fashionable, and shed explained that one of her customers had suffered an attack of the megrims when she went into a severe depression over her daughters divorce. Hannah was used to hearing Regency expressions for a day or two after a meeting of the Lake Eden Regency Romance Club, but the meeting this month had been canceled so that the members could try out for parts in the movie.

Whats with all this Regency-speak? Hannah asked, answering a question with a question in an effort to throw off her mothers game.

Its just so much more colorful, isnt it? Delores also answered a question with a question, and mother and daughter began to volley.

Do you really think so? Hannah lobbed the question ball right back over the net. She must have landed a good one, because her mother didnt reply. So how many Regency expressions do you think you know?

Hundreds, Im sure, Delores answered, not even trying for a return.

Hannah felt the thrill of victory. Shed served and scored on that last question. But just as she was relishing her win, a dire thought crept into her mind. Delores had a computer, and she was using a lot of Regency expressions. Had her mother found another Englishman who piqued her interest, perhaps someone shed met in some international chat room on the Internet? Delores had already shown that she wasnt such a good judge of character when it came to handsome Englishmen who liked to dance.

Mother? Hannah started out tentatively, but only after shed replenished her mothers supply of German Chocolate Cake Cookies.

Yes, dear.

Michelle says youve got a new computer.

Yes, I do. Norman helped me order it and he hooked it all up for me.

Why didnt Norman tell me?

Because I asked him not to. I was going to surprise you the next time you came over, but I forgot to tell Michelle that it was a surprise. Its an amazing machine, dear, much better than a typewriter.

So, Hannah proceeded gingerly down the path shed chosen, you use it for word processing, then?

Thats right. And Norman installed a mail program for me.

A mail program. Hannah digested that bit of information and then she went for another bite. Youre connected to the Internet?

Not yet. Norman says to wait until the cable company has a special on their high-speed line. Thats when you can get free installation. He told me I wouldnt be happy with a dial-up connection. Its just too slow.

I see, Hannah said, relaxing slightly. Delores wasnt connected to the Internet, and that meant she couldnt be having a cyber romance with a handsome, ballroom dancing Englishman shed met online. Is that mail program Norman installed for later when you have e-mail?

No, its for snail mail. I learned how to make labels and Im keeping our master address list of customers for Grannys Attic. Would you believe that Carrie and I were hand-addressing all our sale notices? Now all I have to do is print out labels, and we can just stick them on.

Thats a real time-saver. Hannah still wasnt completely satisfied. Nothing Delores had told her explained her mothers sudden obsession with Regency terms. Have you been doing a lot of reading lately?

Not as much as Id like, dear. Running Grannys Attic is a full-time job, even with all three of us. And after I get home, its all I can do to grab a bite to eat, switch on my laptop, and work for a couple of hours.

Work? Hannah zeroed in on her mothers last statement. What are you working on?

Delores glanced at the clock on the wall. Oh, just a little hobby of mine. You wouldnt be interested. Id better run, dear. I left Carrie at the shop all alone. Shell need my help.

But youre not open for business, Hannah pointed out.

I know, but there are still things to do. Delores stood up, shrugged into her coat, and headed for the door. Inventory, straightening up, things like that. Later, dear.

Hannah stared at the door that closed behind her mother, but there were no answers written on the white paint that covered the wood. Delores had a secret and she was guarding it carefully. Hannah figured that it would come out sooner or later, but in the meantime her curiosity was killing her.

Hannah? Lisa pushed open the swinging door that separated the kitchen from the coffee shop and glanced in at her partner. Mikes here to see you and I told him Id check to see if you were busy. He says he needs to ask you some questions.

What a coincidence! Hannah said with a grin. Id like to ask him some questions, too.

Shall I go out and lead the lamb to the slaughter?

Yes, but I wouldnt put it quite that way to the lamb.

Dont worry. I wont. Lisa went through the swinging door, but she turned around to stick her head back into the kitchen again. If were betting on who gets the most questions answered, my moneys on you.

Thanks, Hannah. Mike picked up the mug of coffee that Hannah had poured him and took a big gulp. This would be a whole lot easier if Bill hadnt gone to that convention. Im working a double shift most days.

Filling in for Bill as acting sheriff, plus heading up Deans murder investigation?

Thats right. I got four hours sleep last night and I considered myself lucky.

If youd just swallow that silly pride of yours and let me help you, youd get more sleep, Hannah thought, but of course she didnt say it. She also didnt commiserate too much. Shed had less than four hours sleep herself, but she wasnt about to tell Mike the identity of the person with whom shed had a late date!

I know what youre thinking.

You do? Hannah felt a little tingle of alarm. Had Mike heard about her dinner with Ross?

Youre thinking that if Id accepted your offer to help with the investigation, I wouldnt be so overworked.

Mmm, Hannah said, settling for the most noncommittal reply she could come up with on short notice.

Its not that I dont want your help. I do. Its just that I cant ask for it. You know?

Not really.

Winnetka County Sheriffs Department regulation four-eighteen, subsection B says, No civilian shall be recruited into an official investigation without insurance, bonding, compensation commensurate with duties, and deputization.

Is that a word?

Commensurate? Yeah, it means



Not that, Hannah interrupted him. I know what commensurate means. I was talking about deputization. I dont think its a word.

It must be a word. They used it in the official department regulations.

Hannah bit her tongue rather than say what was on her mind. Mike had a lot to learn about regulations and the overworked secretaries who usually wrote them for their bosses. A mistake in word usage could multiply from county to county, and from state to state, until it was as rampant as gophers running wild on a golf course.

I was really tempted to deputize you, but I thought it would be overstepping my bounds as acting sheriff.

You silver-tongued devil, you! Hannah murmured under her breath, smiling despite herself. If Mike had deputized her, she would have worked her sleuthy fingers to the bone for him. But he hadnt. And hed only mentioned it because he was trying to sweet-talk her into giving him the information shed gathered.

So what did you find out? Mike asked, validating Hannahs conjecture.

Not much, Hannah said, but she knew she had to give him more than that so hed give her something in return. From what Ive heard nobody liked Dean all that much.

Who do you like for the murder?

At first I liked Connor. He had a good motive, but it turns out that he couldnt have done it. He wasnt at Grannys Attic that afternoon.

Right. His name isnt on Francess list. Who else?

Hannah drew a big breath of relief. Since Mike had eliminated Connor, he hadnt bothered to run a background check. Connors prison days would remain his secret unless he chose to tell someone. I thought maybe Sharyn had found out about Deans extracurricular activities and lowered the boom. I even entertained the thought that Tom Larchmont might have done away with Dean because he was a lousy husband for his niece, Sharyn.

Nope. I cleared them both. They alibi each other, and an independent third party swears they never left their chairs between takes.

Hannah made a mental note. There was no need to ask Sophie about the fight shed overheard between Tom and Lynne since Mike had cleared Tom. How about Lynne, herself? She was certainly in a position to switch the revolvers.

She was, and she was my prime suspect when Ross told me that she wanted to direct. But I searched her myself right after the murder and she didnt have the prop gun anywhere on her.

Anywhere on her? Hannah bit back an amused chuckle. Lynne was a gorgeous leading lady and she couldnt blame Mike if hed enjoyed his search just a little more than he should have. So who do you like for Deans murder?

Jareds a possibility.

Jared? Why do you think he did it?

Remember when I told you someone saw him straightening some flowers on the desk?

I remember.

Well, he had the opportunity to switch the revolvers. I watched the tapes of the rehearsals and one of the cameramen caught Jared blocking the drawer with his body. If hed had another working and loaded revolver, he could have switched them.

I agree, Hannah said, but why would he do that? As far as I know, he didnt have a grudge against Dean. And even if Burke was the intended victim, Jared doesnt have a reason to want him dead, either.

Maybe he does and we just dont know about it yet.

You could be right, Hannah said. Ill ask around about him and see what I can dig up. In the meantime, why dont you concentrate on your other suspects.

Okay, Mike said, giving a weary sigh. Ill go back to work and you can go back to your baking.

Im all through. Have a couple of my new cookies and tell me what you think.

Mike bit into a cookie and his frown disappeared. These are good, Hannah. Do you have a name for them yet?

Not yet.

I think you should call then Angel Kisses. Theyre light and sweet.

Good idea. Have another.

Mike finished four more cookies and when he turned to go, he was smiling, especially when Hannah pressed a bag of Angel Kisses in his hand and told him to share with his deputies.

When the door closed behind him, Hannah popped a cookie into her own mouth. Mike had gotten such a lift from the chocolate, he was all fired up and ready to catch Deans killer. Maybe a dose of her own medicine would work to inspire her, too.

ANGEL KISSES

Preheat oven to 275 degrees F., rack

in the middle position

(Thats two hundred seventy-five degrees F., not a misprint.)

3 egg whites (save the yolks in the refrigerator to add to scrambled eggs)

ź teaspoon cream of tartar

˝ teaspoon vanilla

ź teaspoon salt

1 cup white (granulated) sugar

2 Tablespoons flour (thats 1/8 cup) approximately 30 Hersheys Kisses, unwrapped (or any other small chocolate candy)

Separate the egg whites and let them come up to room temperature. This will give you more volume when you beat them.

Prepare your baking sheets by lining them with parchment paper (works best) or brown parcel-wrapping paper. Spray the paper with Pam or other nonstick cooking spray and dust it lightly with flour.

Hannahs note: These are a lot easier to make with an electric mixer, but you can also do them by hand with a copper bowl and a whisk.

Beat the egg whites with the cream of tartar, vanilla, and salt until they are stiff enough to hold a soft peak. Add the cup of sugar gradually, sprinkling it in by quarter cups and beating hard for ten seconds or so after each sprinkling. Sprinkle in the flour and mix it in at low speed, or fold it in with an angel food cake whisk.

Drop little mounds of dough on your paper-lined cookie sheet. If you place four mounds in a row and you have four rows, youll end up with 16 cookies per sheet.

Place one Hersheys Kiss, point up, in the center of each mound. Push the candies down, but not all the way to the bottom. (You dont want the chocolate to actually touch the parchment paper.) Drop another little mound of meringue on top of the candy to cover it up.

Bake at 275 degrees F. for approximately 40 minutes, or until the meringue part of the cookie is slightly golden and dry to the touch.

Cool on the paper-lined cookie sheet by setting it on a wire rack. When the cookies are completely cool, peel them carefully from the paper and store them in an airtight container in a dry place. (A cupboard shelf is fine, just NOT the refrigerator!)

Yield: 3 to 4 dozen cookies with a nice chocolate surprise in the center.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

It was a noon meeting of the sisters and it was taking place in the small coffee room at Bertie Straubs Cut n Curl beauty parlor. Thankfully the owner, the biggest gossip in Lake Eden, was watching Honey apply Traceys makeup and the sisters had the coffee room all to themselves.

Did you ever see so many flamingos in your life? Andrea asked, glancing around at the flamingo lamp standing in a corner, the wastebasket with a rather rotund pink flamingo painted on the side, the wallpaper with bright pink flamingos flapping their wings and marching in parallel lines around the room, and the mirror peppered with flamingo decals in various hues of pink.

Bertie said this place used to be called The Flamingo Hair Salon before she bought it, Hannah explained. She threw out a lot of the decorations, but she saved some for back here.

The seller didnt want to take the decorations with her?

I guess not. Maybe she figured theyd compete too much with the real thing.

Andrea looked puzzled for a moment. She moved to Florida?

Thats right. Here comes Michelle.

Michelle, the last to arrive for their designated rendezvous, rushed into the back room. She pulled out a white vinyl-covered chair with a pink flamingo painted on the back. The chair was old and there were cracks in the flamingo, with yellow foam stuffing peeking through them. Ive never been back here before, she said, sitting down at the pink Formica-topped table.

Thats a blessing, Andrea quipped, pulling out her dark glasses and putting them on.

Why did you do that? Hannah asked her.

To tone down the pink. The only thing thats not a flamingo in here is that.

Hannah and Michelle looked where Andrea was pointing. It was a wicked-looking machine standing in the corner, with wires hanging down from a metal hood.

What is it? Michelle asked.

I think its an old-fashioned permanent wave machine, Hannah told her. They used it to do marcelled hair.

Whats marcelled hair?

A marcel was a hairstyle back in the nineteen-thirties. They also called it a finger wave. You know what a wave is, dont you?

Michelle nodded. Dads hair was wavy when he put hair oil on it. Mother liked it that way.

But Dad didnt, Andrea broke in. He said it felt greasy.

So did a marcel. The waves were all perfectly lined up and they were sharp and even all over the head. Think about the early pictures youve seen of Joan Crawford and Mae West. They wore marcelled hair.

How did the machine work? Andrea wanted to know.

See those metal rods hanging down on cords from that hood? Both of her sisters nodded and Hannah continued her explanation. Im not a hundred percent positive, but I think the operator wound hair around those metal rods. The wires led to the power source and when the operator turned on the machine, electricity heated the hair and curled it.

Andrea looked shocked. But that would be dangerous! I wonder if anybody was ever electrocuted.

I dont know. That was way before my time.

I can ask Mother about it, Michelle offered.

I wouldnt if I were you, Andrea warned.

Hannah nodded her agreement. That was way before her time, too. And you know Mother doesnt like to be reminded of her age.

I know that. I just thought I could ask her if she ever came in here when she was a little girl and if she ever saw anyone actually using

 Michelle stopped and sighed. Youre right. Better not.

Lets get down to business, Andrea suggested. I have to take Tracey over to wardrobe when Honeys done with her makeup.

Michelle turned to Hannah. I found out about Jared.

Whats all this about Jared? Andrea asked, grabbing the steno pad Hannah had placed on the table and flipping to the suspects page. Hes not even on here.

Hannah handed her a pen. We were waiting for you to write him down. Michelle and I watched the tape from the dress rehearsal and Jared was one of the people who had the opportunity to switch the revolvers.

Whats his motive? Andrea asked, jotting down Jareds name.

He doesnt have one, Michelle answered quickly. And he didnt do it, either.

How do you know that? Hannah asked her.

Because once Jared finished straightening the flowers on the desk, he walked over and took the chair next to Honey. He sat there with her until the gun went off, and he was still with her when they were all ushered out by the deputies and searched.

So he never had the opportunity to get rid of the prop gun? Hannah asked, catching on immediately.

Thats right. I checked it out with Honey and she substantiates everything Jared told me.

Well, that lets Jared out, Andrea said, crossing his name off the list. Is there anybody else I dont know about

Theres Lloyd, Michelle said.

Lloyd, Andrea repeated, her pen poised over the suspect column. Shall I write him down? Or will I just have to cross him out again right away?

Write him down, Michelle said.

And at the very same time, Hannah said, Dont bother to write down his name. Lloyds in the clear.

You cleared him? Andrea wanted to know.

No, Mike did. He told me about it this morning. Lloyd didnt have any time to get rid of the gun. Mike watched him go over to the desk and check the drawer, and then he came right back to where Mike was standing so they could finish their discussion about guns.

Opportunity to switch, but no opportunity to hide the prop gun, Andrea summarized. Okay, who else did we eliminate?

Connor, Hannah told her.

How did we do that?

He didnt have the opportunity. Frances wrote down the names of everyone who came in the door at Grannys Attic for the dress rehearsal, and Connor wasnt on her list.

Oh, good! Andrea said with a smile. I like Connor. Besides, Ive talked to him a lot and Im a pretty good judge of character. Hes just not the type to do anything violent.

Michelle and Hannah exchanged glances, but they remained mum. Let Andrea have her illusions. The secret of Connors past wasnt theirs to tell.

Were down to practically nobody, Andrea told them, glancing at the list. And I guess I should cross off Winnies name since we didnt find the prop gun in her barn.

Hannah reached out to still her sisters hand. Not quite yet. We only searched in one place and that gun could have been anywhere on her property. She could even have thrown it in the lake on the way home.

You mean

you think Winnie did it?

No, but she certainly had the motive. Everyone in town knew she couldnt stand Dean, and she was bound and determined to stop him from filming at the park because he was going to move her brothers statue.

Wait a second, Andrea said, looking confused. I thought she agreed to let Ross move the statue.

No, all theyre going to do is lift it with a crane and shoot the scene under it. Then theyll lower it right back down again in exactly the same spot. That was the whole point. Dean wanted to put the statue in another location while he shot the scene, and move it back again when he was through. Winnie didnt want it moved twice.

I guess that makes sense. Andrea said. That statues been sitting there for years, and she was probably afraid it wouldnt hold up if they had to move it twice.

Michelle looked a little sad. If Dean had been satisfied with just lifting it up and shooting under it the way Lynne is going to do, Winnie might have signed the release form right away. But Dean had to have everything exactly his way. He was just as stubborn as Winnie. The only way two people that stubborn can reach a compromise is for one of them to back down.

Or wind up dead, Hannah pointed out, turning to Andrea. And thats why you shouldnt cross out Winnies name. Logically, shes still a suspect

however illogical that seems.

Hannah smiled as someone knocked on the back door of The Cookie Jar. It was probably Norman. Hed called this morning and asked if he could take her to watch Traceys big skating scene.

Are you ready to go? Norman asked, stepping inside when Hannah opened the door.

Just let me get my coat. Mother and Carrie left about ten minutes ago and they said theyd save us a seat. Hannah grabbed her parka coat from the hook by the door, and Norman held it as she put her arms into the sleeves. Thanks, she said, turning around to face Norman. Being this close to him was nice, a little like warming herself in front of a blazing fireplace on a cold winters afternoon, or snuggling up in a warm afghan with a good book.

What? Norman said, noticing her bemused expression.

I was just thinking how much I missed you.

But Ive been right here.

Thats true, but I havent been. Hannah put her arms around his neck and gave him a hug and a kiss.

That was nice, Norman said, leading her out the door to his waiting sedan. Maybe you should not be here more often.

The Lake Eden Municipal Park looked like the circus had come to town. Since the skating scene was supposed to take place at a Winter Carnivaltype affair, warming tents were set up around the outer perimeter of the park. The tents were heated and between takes, the extras could crowd into them to warm up. It was a bit colder than it had been the preceding two days, but this afternoon it had warmed up to a balmy forty degrees. That was rather pleasant for March, but standing for hours in the snow or on the frozen ground could drain body heat even from a hardy Minnesotan who was wearing insulated boots.

As they made their way through the crowd of people, Hannah spotted Eleanor and Otis Cox, each holding a leash attached to one of their huskies. Next to them were the first couple of Lake Eden, Mayor and Mrs. Bascomb, and Hannah began to like Stephanie Bascomb much better when she saw her bending down to pet the dogs. What a crowd! It looks like everyone in town is here!

They put out a call for more extras this morning on KCOW radio. I heard it when I was driving out to the new house.

Why did you go out there? Hannah asked.

I wanted to make sure they installed the countertops when they said they would. You wanted black granite, didnt you?

Right, Hannah said. The moment the word left her lips she thought better of it, but it was too late. I thought the black would look nice with the light oak cabinets. But really, Norman

you should have ordered what you wanted.

I want what you want, Norman said, putting an end to that discussion. And then he slipped his arm around her shoulder and gave her a little hug as they walked over to join the mothers.

You have no idea how difficult it was to save these chairs! Delores said, greeting them with a complaint. I put down my purse to show it was taken, but people kept asking me to move it.

Thank you so much for saving them, Mother. Hannah knew it was time for compliments. Her mother always complained in an effort to gain her gratitude. Ive been on my feet all morning and I dont think I could have stayed on them for another minute. By the way, these are for you and Carrie.

Delores smiled as she took the bag. Cookies? How sweet of you, dear! What kind are they?

Theyre called Mock Turtles and youd better eat them right now. Its like a refrigerator out here and these cookies have caramel in the center. You could break a tooth if they got too chilled.

More business for me, Norman said, causing the three of them to laugh. But Hannah noticed that her mother and Carrie each took a cookie immediately.

Excuse me for just a minute, Hannah said, getting up from her chair. I see Frances over there and I need to ask her a question.

About the murder? Delores wanted to know.

In a way, but only indirectly. Ill be right back.

Frances was standing in front of the statue, obviously guarding it from curious onlookers. She was a substantial woman with curves that were apparent even under her bulky parka, and she had curly brown hair and wire-framed glasses. Despite her jeans and boots, Frances looked like she should be passing out signup forms at a P.T.A meeting and she reminded Hannah of a painting shed once seen, titled, Everyones Mom.

Hi Frances, Hannah said, coming up to stand beside her. Winnies brothers granite likeness of Ezekiel Jordan, the first mayor of Lake Eden, had been wrapped in furniture pads and tied with twine. It resembled a badly wrapped package on Christmas morn, something a child might have done all by himself. You got stuck guarding Ezekiel?

Ross told me to stand here and make sure no one touches the statue. He promised Mrs. Henderson he wouldnt let anyone lay a hand on it until after the crane picked it up and put it back in place. Whats the deal with her anyway? Is she crazy?

I think shes just protecting a family treasure. Her brother sculpted the statue years ago and placed it here. Then he gave the land to the city for a park, but Winnie has control of it until her death. Her brother never married and now that hes gone, the statue is his only legacy. Winnie feels an obligation to keep it safe from harm.

I guess that makes sense. Frances glanced around her nervously and leaned a little closer to Hannah. Do you think she killed him?

Who are you talking about?

Mrs. Henderson. Do you think she switched the guns and killed Dean?

I dont think so. Winnies a pretty straightforward person. If shed wanted to kill Dean to keep him from moving her brothers statue, she would have taken a stand right here and shot him when he tried to do it.

Thats exactly what Michelle told me. I was just wondering, thats all.

Who do you think switched the guns?

I dont know. I didnt think anyone hated Dean that much. I mean, he could be a real pill, but he never actually hurt anyone that I know of.

So you never found anything when you cleaned his office.

Like what?

Like hate mail, or evidence that someone was blackmailing him, or any compelling reason someone might have to want him dead?

Frances shook her head. No, nothing like that. Ive gone over and over it in my mind, Hannah, and I dont think anyone hated him enough to kill him. Everyone knew what he was and they accepted that, because he was such a genius. They made allowances. Live and let live, you know? And all those women he coached in his trailer? They didnt expect to be his one and only.

How about his wife? Sharyn expected to be his one and only, didnt she?

Of course she did. And not one single person in the company would have told her she wasnt. We all liked Sharyn and we were loyal to Dean.

Everyone?

I think so. If anyone wasnt, I dont know about it. Frances glanced around her again to make sure no one was near enough to overhear their conversation. Presumably she was getting ready to impact some tidbit of great secrecy. Its like this, Hannah. I dont think Dean was the target. I really believe someone was trying to kill Burke.

Who?

Frances shrugged. I dont know, but Im almost sure it wasnt anyone connected with the movie.

Stalemate, deadlock, logjam, gridlock, Hannahs mind gave her all the synonyms for the impasse she seemed to have encountered. Frances didnt have any information she hadnt heard before, but Hannah decided to ask a few more questions anyway and see what came up. Tell me about Burke. Was he well liked?

Well enough. None of us knew him before he signed on, but he seemed nice enough. He had a big part, but he didnt have his nose in the air, and he was really nice to the little people.

Little people?

People like grips, script girls, P. A.s, and everybody whos hourly and not salaried. A lot of actors dont bother being polite to the people who cant do them any good, but Burke was nice to everybody.

So you liked him?

I did. Thats why I cant imagine anyone trying to kill him. He was naive, and fun, and really grateful when you went out of your way to do something nice for him.

Do you think everybody in the crew feels the way you do about Burke?

I think so. Its like this, Hannah

killing Burke would be like killing the Easter Bunny. And that would really be a crime!

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Hannah? Wait a minute! Hannah swiveled around as a hand grabbed hers and she came face to face with Winnie Henderson. Hi, Winnie. Are you here to check on the statue?

Yes, and I like that gal thats guarding it. She doesnt look like she takes any prisoners.

Hannah laughed. Frances must be the master of multiple looks, from Everybodys Mom to Female Prison Guard. Im glad youre relaxing about it. Did you see the crane Ross rented?

I already inspected it, Winnie said, glancing back at the bright red piece of heavy equipment. Never seen anything like it before. Says 50-Ton Hydraulic Boom Truck on the side. I dont think Arnies statue weighs anything close to that much.

Probably not, but Im sure Ross didnt want to take any chances. Hannah did her best to remember the phone conversation shed heard Ross make. It was all about what kind of crane he needed to rent and hed mentioned overhead cranes, bridge cranes, gantry cranes, jib cranes, and boom trucks. It must have been a guy thing, because Ross and the representative from Minnesota Crane and Hoist had agreed on something in less time than it took Hannah to mix up a batch of Orange Snaps, and the crane had arrived at noon. I heard him talk to the crane rental place on the phone, and he said something about how it was better to overestimate than underestimate.

Better safe than sorry, Winnie put her interpretation on it. Thats right. Would you like to watch the taping with us? Traceys been practicing her skating every night after school. Shes going to fly off the end while theyre playing Crack The Whip and she wants it to be perfect.

You dont have to worry about that little gal. Shell be perfect. She can do anything she sets her mind on. Reminds me of me, when I was that age.

Hannah started to grin. Somehow she couldnt imagine Winnie as a little girl.

I know thats hard to imagine, Winnie said, guessing Hannahs thoughts, but I wasnt always old. And thanks for inviting me to sit with you, but Id better keep an eye on that crane man to make sure he does his job right.

Hannah shifted a bit on the metal chair. It was a good thing she had a cup of hot coffee to warm her up, because theyd turned on the wind machine to make Traceys red scarf flutter in the breeze and all that air blowing across the flat surface of artificial ice in the skating rink had kicked up the wind-chill factor and then some.

Cold? Norman asked, noticing that she was shivering.

Yes.

More coffee? He gestured toward the tent the movie company had set up to provide hot drinks for the cast, crew, and extras.

Hannah shook her head. Shed already had two large cups of coffee and any more would necessitate a trip to the nearest ladies room. No thanks. I dont want to have to leave during Traceys scene.

Leave? But why would you have to

 Norman stopped and thunked the side of his head with his gloved hand. Never mind. I get it. Ill try another way to warm you up that doesnt involve liquid.

Hannah smiled as Norman slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Theyd been dating long enough for her to notice that he was always toasty warm, even in the coldest weather. It probably had something to do with his metabolism, and she wished she had inherited whatever gene he had that she didnt have.

Here we go, Norman said, gesturing at the skating rink with his other hand. The boom crane operator had moved the truck behind the coffee tent to hide it from view and he was currently attaching a harness to the statue of the first mayor. Looks like old Ezekiel is about to rise.

If Winnies brother had known this would happen, he could have sculpted a statue of Lazarus, Hannah quipped, and she was gratified when Norman laughed.

It took only moments to secure the harness and hook it to the cable that was attached to the boom. Hannah watched, along with everyone there, as the boom operator began to lift the statue. The only sound was for the powerful motor that drove the hydraulic winch. Everyone was perfectly silent, fascinated by the spectacle, as Ezekiel Jordans granite likeness rose from the ground.

Stop! No!

Hannah heard a faint voice over the roaring of the motor and she turned to see Winnie heading for the statue at a dead run. Something must be terribly wrong.

Without really planning what she was about to do, Hannah jumped to her feet and set out for the statue from the opposite direction. She had less space to cover and she passed the statue on the fly and managed to intercept Winnie several feet from her goal.

Winnie! Hannah panted, holding the small farmwoman so she couldnt get away. Whats wrong?

That danged fools taking the base! I said they could move the statue, not the base!

But the base is part of the statue, Hannah did her best to explain. At the same time, she moved Winnie away from the rising statue and back toward the coffee tent. Come with me. Ill get you a cup of coffee.

But they cant move the base! Winnie insisted.

They have to move the base. It cant be in the shot. Ross explained it all to me. Theyre going to sweep the snow over the bare spot on the ground, and no one will even know there was a statue there.

But

if they cover the ground with snow, howll they get it back in the right place?

I asked the same thing. Hannah loosened her hold on Winnie since the older woman seemed much calmer now. Michelle told me theyre going to put down a piece of cardboard the exact size as the base of the statue and sweep the snow over that. Then, when theyre all through shooting, theyll sweep the snow off and have the crane operator put the statue back down on the cardboard.

Oh. Well

that should work. Winnie looked much more relaxed as she accepted the cup of coffee from Hannah.

Come on back and sit with me, Hannah urged, grabbing a chair that someone had left unattended, and leading Winnie back to the area where Delores, Carrie, and Norman were waiting.

Everyone held their breath as the sculpted image of Lake Edens first mayor hovered, swaying slightly on its tether, as high as a two-story house above them. Winnie watched the statue for longer than most, but at last she lowered her gaze and drew a deep breath. Guess everything s okay with Arnies statue.

Of course it is, Hannah reassured her, and the mothers and Norman added their own words of encouragement before their attention was drawn to the wooden warming house at the far end of the skating rink.

Its that new lady director, Winnie said, nudging Hannah as Lynne appeared. Looks like she can skate just as good as the kids.

Hannah watched as her old college friend glided across the rink and stopped in the center.

Thank you all for coming out today, Lynne said, and since there was no way anyones voice would carry over the sound of the cranes motor and the whine of the wind machine, Hannah realized that she must be using a clip-on microphone. I know its cold and theres coffee and hot chocolate over there in the red striped tent. Feel free to help yourselves. Weve already shot some crowd scenes and well be shooting more when the action on the rink starts.

Lynne motioned with her hand and seven young girls came out of the warming house, with Tracey bringing up the rear. These are our little stars for this scene. Theyre going to skate out to the middle of the rink and play Crack The Whip. As the new girl in town, not yet accepted as one of the crowd, Traceys character will be on the end. On the fifth complete revolution, the girl whos holding Traceys hand will let go and Tracey will end up crashing into the snowbank in front of the green-and-white tent.

Hannah, along with everyone else, turned to look at the snowbank where Tracey would be landing. It looked slightly different than the rest.

If youve noticed that the bank of snow looks a little different, its because its made out of foam thats been painted to look like hard-packed snow. The fall will look horrible on camera, and Tracey will scream and pretend to break her arm, but thatll be acting and she wont actually be hurt at all.

There were murmurs from the audience, and then someone shouted out a question Hannah didnt hear.

One of our extras asked about saying walla-walla. That may sound silly to some of you, but if a crowd of people says it over and over again at different times and in different voices, it sounds as if people are talking to each other. You dont have to say walla-walla today. Were not picking up crowd noises. Theyll be added later in postproduction and some of the dialogue will be dubbed.

Hannah was impressed. Lynne was doing a good job of explaining what they should do.

When the action starts, I want everyone to look as if youre having a wonderful time at the winter games in the park. And when the impromptu game of Crack The Whip begins, you can smile and even applaud as the girls twirl around. When Tracey veers off and heads for the snow bank, Id like to see some expressions of alarm and fear for her safety. And finally, I need you to look horrified when she crashes into the icy snow and breaks her arm.

This is pretty exciting, Winnie said, turning to Hannah with a smile. I didnt know that moviemaking was so much fun.

It wasnt when Dean was in charge, Hannah felt like saying, but she didnt. Lynne was much better at public relations than her predecessor.

Is everyone ready? Lynne asked, and there were nods and a few shouts of assent. All right, then. Lets see if we can do this in one take. Tracey? Costume, please.

Tracey turned and skated for the wooden warming house that sat on the far end of the rink. When she got there, she went in and closed the door, but not before Hannah had spotted Honey, the makeup person, and the wardrobe mistress, Sophie, waiting for her.

Hannah looked around and noticed that one cameraman had taken up his position in the spot vacated by the statue, another was up on a platform at the far end of the rink, and Clark, the cameraman Hannah had met, was walking the perimeter of the rink with a Steadicam on his shoulder.

Places please, girls!

At that instruction from Lynne, the six girls still on the rink skated toward the center. Lynne arranged them at intervals, changing their positions a few times. Once everything and everyone looked the way she wanted them to look, Lynne called out to Tracey. Ready, Tracey?

Ready, Tracey replied, opening the door to respond and then shutting it again.

Lights!

Hannah was surprised as the bright outside lights that had been mounted on poles surrounding the rink came on. It was broad daylight, but perhaps they were needed.

Cameras! Lynne waited a beat, and then she gave the final call. Action!

That was the cue for the girls and they began to play on the ice. One practiced spins at the far end of the rink, another skated backward, two girls joined hands and made slow circles in an imitation of the figure skaters theyd seen on television, and another two girls clasped crossed hands and skated as fast as they could around the perimeter of the rink. This went on for several minutes.

Cut! Lynne said at last. Next scene! Action!

The two girls who were skating slow circles headed to the middle of the rink. One of them motioned to the girl who was skating backward and she went over to get the girl who was practicing her spins. When theyd lined up at the center of the rink, the last two girls joined the line. There was some good-natured kidding and lot of smiles as they joined hands and began to play Crack The Whip.

Cue Tracey! Lynne said.

A moment later, Tracey opened the door to the warming house. She was dressed in a royal blue coat with a red satin lining, and Bills red scarf around her neck. She had a royal blue knit cap on her head, and blue pom-poms on her figure skates. Instead of bulky snow pants, Tracey was wearing ski pants with stirrups that fit under the soles of her feet and kept her pant legs from pulling up. Her outfit was fashionable, what a rich little girl might wear to skate at the Rockefeller Plaza rink, and it contrasted sharply with the rest of the girls who wore parka jackets and snow pants.

Tracey, who seemed unaware of the contrast, began to smile as she saw the girls playing at the center of the rink. She skated out and approached the girl on the end, obviously asking if she could play. The girl exchanged glances with several other girls and then she nodded. Tracey happily joined the line.

The line began to revolve in a circle at the center of the rink. Tracey looked as if she was having a wonderful time as the line revolved faster and faster around the largest girl, the pivotal point at the head of the line. Tracey was on the other end, the place with the most torque.

The girls skated faster and faster, and Hannah counted the revolutions. She saw other people in the crowd doing the same and she heard Winnie and Norman counting them off aloud. As Tracey faltered slightly at the end of the fourth revolution and almost lost her balance, everyone in the crowd looked concerned.

The fastest revolution of all was the fifth and Tracey barely managed to hang on as the end of the line whipped past the coffee tent. The blue-and-white tent was next in line and everyone could see that Tracey was tiring and she was bound to stumble soon. She hung on by what looked like the skin of her teeth past the yellow-and-white tent, and Hannah glanced around at the crowd as her niece neared the green-and-white tent, the spot where she was slated to fall. Everyone was staring at Tracey with alarm, just as Lynne had wanted. Hannah knew the feeling. Although Andrea had told her that Tracey had practiced this stunt with the same girls, her actual friends, at least two dozen times, she was alarmed, too!

As the green-and-white tent came into Traceys view, she wobbled alarmingly, tried to right herself, and made a real effort to hang on. That was when her real best friend, Karen Dunwright, dropped Traceys hand and let her crash into the snow bank.

There were gasps from the crowd and a few actual screams as Tracey fell spectacularly. She landed on her arm and Hannah could see her eyes fill with pain and surprise as it twisted under her. She gave a faint whimper and then everyone was silent, waiting to see what would happen.

Cut! Lynne shouted, despite the fact that she was miked. Are you okay, Tracey?

Im fine, thanks. Tracey got up and smiled at the crowd. Then she swung her arm over her head to show that shed sustained no injury and everyone there applauded.

Hannah turned to Winnie. I think Tracey has a career waiting for her in show biz. I really thought shed hurt herself, didnt you?

But Winnie didnt reply. She was staring up in absolute horror as something fell from the bottom of the statue.

The cameraman who taken the statues place shouted out an invective that Hannah wouldnt have said in front of Tracey or Bethany, and rubbed his head. Then he looked up and jerked his camera several feet back and into the crowd.

There was another shout, something about the statue falling apart and raining debris, and everyone reacted. Lynne skated toward the girls and rushed them inside the warming house, the people who were close to the falling debris headed for cover, and whatever was falling continued to rain down from above.

Wow! Hannah said, wondering if the cameras were still running. Winnie had been right about moving the statue. It was disintegrating before their very eyes. She turned to tell Winnie she was sorry for even suggesting that they move her brothers granite tribute to the first mayor, and she was surprised to see that Winnies chair was empty. Why had Winnie left when their chairs werent even close to the debris falling from the bottom of the statue?

Finally the rubble stopped falling, and some brave soul ran out onto the ice to pick up a piece that had fallen. Hannah watched as Doc Knight, whod been watching the taping from the side of the rink, grabbed the piece from the man whod fetched it from the ice.

What is it, Doc? Lynne asked, skating back to Lake Edens local physician after having delivered the girls into the capable hands of Sophie, Honey, and Andrea.

Doc Knight shrugged. Looks like a fibula.

You mean a leg bone?

Thats right.

From some animal?

Doc Knight took his time about answering, and the crowd waited. They were so quiet Hannah thought she could hear them breathe.

No, Doc finally said. It sure looks human to me.

Chapter

Thirty

Winnie? Are you here? Hannah knocked on the door of the farmhouse. When there was no answer, she turned around to face Mike and Norman. I think shes here, but shes afraid to answer.

Youre probably right, Mike said.

Try again, Norman suggested. And tell her who you are this time.

Winnie? Its Hannah. Hannah knocked on the door again. Open up. You know we need to talk to you.

Im coming, came a faint voice from within, followed by a shuffling of feet. All right, all right. Hold on while I get this lock off.

It seemed to take awhile, but at last Winnie unlocked the door. She stood there in the fading light of the day, looking very small and very alone. So did you come to arrest me?

No, Mike answered for all three of them. Should I?

Maybe. Come in and have some coffee. Ive got a pot going in the kitchen.

She always was a good hostess, Hannah thought as she followed Winnie into the large farmhouse kitchen and took a chair at the round oak table that dominated the room. Why did you run off like that, Winnie?

You know why. Doc mustve figured out those bones are human by now.

Thats right, he did, Mike confirmed it. And then he turned to give Hannah a warning glance. His message was loud and clear. She should let him handle this. It was his job.

Well, lets have coffee before you haul me off to jail, Winnie said, pouring four cups from the blue-and-white speckled pot that sat on the old wood stove. Anybody take cream and sugar?

Just black, thanks Winnie, Hannah responded.

Me, too, Norman added.

Blacks fine with me, Mike said, watching as Hannah and Norman picked up their cups and sipped.

Hannah held in a chuckle. Like a king with an official food taster, Mike wasnt about to sip the coffee until theyd tried theirs. She figured hed wait at least a minute to make sure Winnie hadnt put anything lethal into the brew. What he didnt know was that Winnies brew was lethal all by itself. It was strong Norwegian coffee made the old-fashioned way. Winnie washed the pot on Saturday night and made it fresh on Sunday morning. Then it sat warming on the old wood stove until the whole pot had been consumed. When there were only used grounds in the bottom, Winnie added more water and several tablespoons of new ground coffee, and brewed another pot. By the time Saturday night rolled around and it was time to wash the pot, it was at least half-filled with spent coffee grounds, some of them pressed into service at least a dozen times.

Hannah took another sip of her coffee. Thank goodness it was only Friday! Shed once had Winnies coffee on Saturday afternoon and it was strong enough to knock out a mule!

At last Mike raised his cup and took a sip. Hannah watched closely and she gave him points for not choking. His eyes watered a bit, but that was to be expected from a first-timer tasting Winnies coffee. Then he did something Hannah hadnt expected from someone not born and raised in Lake Eden. He cleared his throat, gave Winnie a smile, and said, This coffeell peel the paint right off the walls!

Winnie gave a little smile and Hannah could tell she felt slightly better. Everybody in town said that Winnies coffee could peel the paint off the walls, and that was a compliment. Hannah held her breath, waiting for Mike to put down his cup and start asking questions. Hed once told her that he had two favorite techniques he used to interrogate suspects. One technique was intimidation, and the other was to use a sympathetic approach.

Why dont you tell me about those human bones and maybe we can work something out, Mike said, and Hannah gave him a grateful look. She was glad hed decided to be sympathetic rather than intimidating.

Guess Id better do that, Winnie said, taking the chair across from Mike. From the way she was sitting, stiff and poised on the edge of the wooden seat, Hannah knew the story they were about to hear would be painful for her to tell. She took a sip of her own coffee and then she sighed.

Its like this, she said. My second husband used to beat on me every time he got a snootful. I was smart enough not to keep any liquor in the house, but he went down to the Municipal on Saturday nights. There was nothin I could do to keep him here on the farm. Lord knows I tried.

Hannah frowned slightly, but she didnt interrupt to ask the question that had occurred to her the moment that Winnie mentioned her second husband. If she had the chronology of succession correct, his name was Red and hed left one morning to buy a pack of cigarettes and never come back.

Anyways, the night my first boy was born it was a Saturday and Red was down at the Municipal. I knew I had some time, but I called my brother Arnie, he lived in town, and asked him to go fetch Red so hed be home to take me to Doc Knights.

Go on, Mike encouraged her.

Well Red didnt want to come home that early, but Arnie got tough with him and brought him out here. Red wouldnt let Arnie in. He told him to go home and slammed the door in his face. But Arnie was afraid to leave me alone with Red when he was drunk, so he walked around the house and looked in the window. By the time Arnie got to the kitchen window, Red was already slapping me around pretty good.

Hannah felt sick just hearing about it and one glance at Norman told her he felt the same. She glanced at Mike. He was managing to keep his emotions in check, but she saw him swallow hard.

What did you do when your husband slapped you? Mike asked.

I took it for a couple of minutes, but then I fought back. I thought he might hurt the baby. Hitting with my hands didnt do any good, so I looked around for something else I could use. I always kept a coffeepot on the stove, a big one about twice the size of the blue-and-white one I got now. It had two handles like this one, see? And it was full of coffee.

Winnie pointed to the handle on the back of her current coffee pot, and the wire bail that was attached to both sides near the top. You need two handles when you got a big pot. You hold the top one in one hand and tip the pot up with the handle on the back, just like I did when I poured your coffee.

Which handle did you grab that night? Mike asked her.

The one on top. And I swung it around and hit him right in the face. The coffeepot went flying and he went down hard on the kitchen floor. When he made to get up again, I knew he was probably gonna kill me, so I grabbed the spider that was setting on the stove and hit him again.

Spider? Mike asked, looking very confused.

It was just like this one, Winnie said, getting up to fetch a large, black, cast-iron skillet, the kind you could use to fry two chickens at once. Its heavy, see?

Mike lifted the skillet. Youre right. Its got to be ten pounds at least, maybe more.

Well I wasnt sure that would keep him down for good, so I hit him again on top of the head. And by the time Arnie had bashed in the glass and come right in through the window to help me, Id hit him another couple of times for good measure.

What did your brother do?

He checked to see if Red was a gonner, and he must have been because he just left him there. And then he scooped me up in his arms and drove me straight to Doc Knights office.

Not the hospital?

We didnt have one then. Docs office was like a clinic. He had a couple of beds and he lived in the back, so he was always there.

And you had the baby?

I did, but not until Doc got me all stitched up. I was cut pretty bad from the ring Red wore when he went to the Municipal. It had these sharp edges, just in case he got in any fights.

Hannah took another sip of her coffee to quell the sick feeling in her stomach. What kind of man would attack his pregnant wife? The coffee didnt help, she still felt sick, and she swallowed hard.

Anyways, right before Doc knocked me out, Arnie got me alone for a minute. He told me not to worry, and hed take care of everything. And thats what he did. I didnt find out until I came home with the baby, but Arnie went back and rolled Reds body in this big rug we had in the kitchen. He cleaned up the whole place so nobody would know what happened, and then he dragged Red out to his car and drove him over to the garage he used for a studio. I guess he mustve chopped him up or something. Arnie never would tell me that part. But when he was dying, he told me he hid Reds body in the base of that statue he made for the park.

Hannah and Norman gulped in tandem even though theyd already figured out the end of the story. It was still horrifying. But Mike seemed unfazed. Perhaps hed heard even worse tales than this when hed been a detective on the police force in Minneapolis.

So what did you tell everybody about where Red was? Mike asked.

I said he went out for a pack of cigarettes and never came back. Nobody ever asked me any more about it. They all figured he left me because he didnt want to take care of a wife and a baby. So are you gonna arrest me now? Or what?

What, Mike said, earning a smile from Hannah. Theres no reason to arrest you, Mrs. Henderson. It sounds to me like it was self-defense.

But I killed him, all the same!

What do you think? Mike turned to Norman, and Hannah came close to gasping out loud. For a cop who always went by the book, this was quite a divergence.

Justifiable homicide, Norman said, jumping in quickly with his vote. How about you, Hannah.

Its certainly not murder. You killed him, but you were protecting your babys life.

Okay, Mike said, smiling at Winnie. As long as Doc Knight substantiates the injuries you described, this matter is concluded.

You mean

youre not taking me to jail?

Thats right. Now heres a hard question and I want you to answer it honestly. Did you switch those revolvers so that Dean Lawrence would die and keep his hands off that statue?

Winnies mouth fell open and she looked as if a little puff of air from one of Berties handheld hairdryers could knock her over. When she recovered, she shook her head vigorously from side to side. I was already planning out what to do to keep him from moving that statue, and murder had nothing to do with it!

What were you planning to do?

I was gonna chain myself to that statue, lock it with a padlock, and throw away the key. I figured by the time somebody got bolt cutters, it would be too dark to shoot it anyway.

Then you never thought about switching the revolvers?

Course not! It couldve been that young surfer in those commercials that got himself killed, and I got nothing against him. Or it couldve been anybody that picked up that gun and was fooling around with it.

Okay, Mike said, snapping his notebook closed and putting it in his pocket. Thats what I thought, but I had to ask. Its part of my job.

A persons got to do their job. Winnie looked very relieved once she saw that Mike believed her. Are you gonna tell everybody that I killed Red?

I cant see any reason to do that. It was over years ago.

But

how about those bones? Everybody knows theyre human by now. Winnies expression was a curious blend of elation and worry.

Im open to suggestions, Mike said, and turned to look at Hannah. What do you think I should say?

That theyre really old? Like fossils, or something like that? Hannah grasped at straws.

It wont work, Norman said. They look too new. But why dont you say that Winnies brother was leveling the ground to landscape the park and he found some Indian bones in the pile of rocks and debris he was hauling away. He knew he should put them back, but he didnt know exactly where they came from.

Hannah began to smile as she took over the fabrication. Thats a great idea! Arnie didnt want to go to the authorities with the bones. He was afraid theyd stop him from working on the park and donating the land to the city. So he bundled up the bones and gave them a decent burial in the base of the statue he sculpted for the park.

And he didnt tell anybody about it until he was dying and thats when he confessed it all to me, Winnie added.

Sounds good, Mike agreed, pushing back his chair. You folks can stick around and drink more coffee with Mrs. Henderson, but Ive got Mr. Lawrences killer to catch.

Winnie showed Mike out and when she came back into the kitchen, she was smiling. Well, doesnt that make a body feel good? All these years Ive been worrying about being a criminal, and Im not.

Maybe not quite yet, Hannah said, grinning right back, but if you dont wash out that coffeepot soon, Mike could lock you up for making paint thinner without a license.

Chapter

Thirty-One

It was Saturday afternoon and Hannah was standing at the back of a classroom in Jordan High, waiting for Burke Anson to play a much younger version of himself. Disaster had struck without warning when the young actor whod been hired to play Jody at fifteen came down with laryngitis and could do no more than squeak. Burke had offered to play the teenage Jody as long as Honey could age him down. Hannah had known the term from college and the time shed spent hanging out in the green room, another showbiz term for the backstage room that actors used to relax and wait for their cues. Aging down meant applying makeup so that an actor would look younger, and aging up was making an actor look older.

The classroom was stuffy and Hannah had all she could do not to yawn. Shed been out late last night, watching footage of the film with Ross and the cast at the inn, and that was when Lynne had asked her if shed play the high school English teacher in todays classroom scene.

Hannah had her fingers crossed that Burke would be able to pull off his role in less than a dozen takes. Lisa had recruited Herb to help her at The Cookie Jar and theyd both told Hannah to go ahead and have fun, but she couldnt help feeling she was shirking her share of the work.

Are you ready? asked a teenage boy, and Hannah turned, expecting to see one of Jordan Highs sophomores. But although shed been hailed by a teenagers voice, it was Burke who was standing next to her.

Did you just say something? Hannah asked, hardly daring to believe her ears.

Yes. Are you ready, Miss Bowman?

Hannah answered the question with a smile and a nod. This might work out after all. Burke certainly looked like a teenager, and his voice was absolutely perfect. Now if he could only act like a teenager, theyd be through with the scene in no time at all.

Places, Lynne called out and Hannah walked to the front of the room. She had only one speech, but Lynne had told her that it was important because it set the tone for the whole scene.

Lights

and action!

Lynne cued Hannah, and Hannah delivered the lines in her best schoolmarm voice. All right, class. I have papers to grade at the table in the back, so for the remainder of the period I want you to study Mending Wall by our own poet laureate, Robert Frost. If you have trouble understanding any of the allusions, ask Jody. If the last test is any indication, he has a better understanding of Frosts work than any other student in this class.

Hannah picked up the sheaf of papers on her desk and walked, in her gray tweed suit and sensible shoes, to the table at the rear. The moment she had cleared the last desk at the back of the rows, students began to lean over in the aisle and whisper.

Lynne waved her to her chair at the table and Hannah sat down. She spread out her papers and pretended to be engrossed in grading them, her red pencil moving over the paper and making a checkmark and an occasional comment, but she knew shed be present only in the wide master shot and no one could actually see what she was doing. She, however, could still see the class and the quiet but threatening interaction between Jody and the rest of the students.

Think youre so smart, huh? the boy with the yellow shirt hissed.

The girl in the pink sweater set nodded. Yeah, you drove up the curve, you creep!

The insults went on in hushed voices, and the boom mike picked them up. Jody looked defensive, and then nervous, and finally about to jump out of his skin as the other students taunted him.

Come on, guys! he said in a low voice, glancing back at Hannah. I didnt mean to ace that test.

Whatcha got going with Miss Bowman, huh? the boy in the yellow shirt, whod started it all, moved over to stand between the table at the back and Jodys desk. Hannah couldnt see it, but shed read the script and she knew the boy cuffed Jody on the back of the head.

At that point, Lynne motioned to Hannah and she got up to stand at the side of the room. The master shot was finished and theyd already shot several minutes of her at the table, pretending to grade papers. As Lynne had explained it, theyd intercut the footage so that Miss Bowman appeared to be oblivious to the harassment of her best student.

Cut it out! Jody hissed, glancing back at the table. But when he saw that the boy in the yellow shirt was blocking his teachers view, he started to tremble. I dont have anything going with Miss Bowman. Shes our teacher, thats all.

Thats what you say, and maybe its right. But youre teachers pet, arent cha?

The boy cuffed Jody again and he started to shake even more violently. Hannah felt her heartbeat speed up, even though she knew everyone in the scene was acting.

So

lets talk about this test were having next Friday. Youre gonna sit next to me and give me the answers.

That would be cheating!

No, that would be smart. If you dont do it, Ill find you after school and beat you into meatloaf. Got it?

But



The boy threw a punch that seemed to hit to Burkes head. It didnt. It missed by several inches, but it would look as if it had on camera. And even though Burke hadnt been touched, Hannah saw tears spring up in his eyes.

Next to me, the bully warned. And anytime I ask, you give me the answer. If you let me down, Ill make sure my dad finds something wrong with your dads work. Got it?

Burke dipped his head in a nod and Hannah saw the anguish on his face. He knew it was wrong and he didnt want to do it, but he believed the bullys threats.

Thats good. Youre gonna be my ticket to an A in this class. And if you tell anybody about his conversation were having, Ill make sure your cute little sister isnt so cute anymore. Got it?

Burke nodded again, and Hannah resisted the urge to run into the scene and slap the bully silly. She was still resisting when the bully swaggered back to his seat.

Cut, Lynne called, and thats a wrap, folks. You were perfect Burke! I dont know anyone who could have played it better.

The high school students started to applaud and so did the cameramen and the rest of the crew. The applause grew and Burke took a bow. Aw shucks, he said, still in character and blushing to the roots of his hair. Thats real nice of you guys.

Hannah watched the young actor with something approaching awe. He had been magnificent. Shed never dreamed that he was such a fine actor. No wonder Ross hadnt been worried when theyd cast a relative unknown. Burke had more talent than most of the leading men in Hollywood.

Wrap party at seven at the Lake Eden Community Center, Lynne announced. I expect to see everyone there, because this film is now officially

in the can!

Not tonight, Moishe, Hannah said, giving her famous feline a pat and a handful of triangle-shaped treats that were supposed to taste like fresh tuna. Im going to the wrap party and youre going to watch the animal channel. Theres a great feature on bats, and right after that theyre showing Frogs of North America again.

Moishe purred and licked her hand. It wasnt his usual way of saying goodbye and Hannah knew he was glad to be staying home with the creatures behind the glass screen, the full food bowl in the kitchen, the pristine litter box in the laundry room, and Hannahs best feather pillow in the bedroom.

Okay. How do I look? Hannah asked, swirling around for the cat, who was clearly more interested in his triangular tuna treats than in her appearance. He did close one eye in a wink, though, and Hannah interpreted that to mean that he approved of her midnight blue sweater and skirt. Shed even squirted on some of the perfume one of her college roommates had given her for Christmas, and with the hammered gold necklace Michelle had brought back from a college art fair, Hannah figured she could hold her own with anyone in Lake Eden.

Dress coat or parka coat? Hannah pondered that decision for a brief moment, but fate took it out of her hands. Her parka coat was lying on the chair near the door and her dress coat was back in her bedroom closet. Expediency won, Hannah shrugged into her parka coat, and a moment later she was rushing down the stairs to her cookie truck.

Gorgeous, Ross said, taking Hannahs coat and hanging it on the rack. I love that color with your hair. Come with me. Ive been waiting for you to arrive.

Hannah could believe that. Ross had been standing by the front door of the community center to usher her in, and shed just barely resisted the urge to ask him how long hed been there. Having a man wait for her arrival was certainly flattering to a womans ego, and Hannah was smiling as she walked down the stairs to the banquet room.

One look and Hannah was impressed. Ross had hired a firm from Minneapolis to cater the event, and theyd gone all out. The large banquet room was decorated with flowers and candles, and food tables draped in pristine white had been set up around the perimeter. Formally clad waiters and waitresses manned the food stations, and there was a live five-piece band playing for dancing at the far end of the room.

Would you care to dance? Ross asked. Or would you like to inspect the food tables?

Hannah turned to give him a look and Ross laughed. Never mind. It was a silly question. Follow me. Well go see what the caterers have on the menu.

They had anything and everything on the menu, as Hannah soon discovered. There was a table with caviar, which Hannah avoided like the plague, and another with cheeses and a variety of crackers. Pâté and toast rounds were on a third table, and shrimp wrapped in bacon on a fourth. Cracked crab wrapped in flaky sheets of filo dough were next, and another table held a variety of fruit cut into bite-sized pieces, each speared with its own food pick. There were hot little sausages in tiny buns, and miniature sandwiches on tiny croissants. Smoked salmon commanded a whole table, along with a round silver platter of pumpernickel triangles decorated with cream cheese rosettes.

Part of one wall was taken up by what Hannah called hot carts containing meat sliced to order. There were beef roasts, ham, turkey, roasted chicken, and baked salmon, all aromatic and succulent. The meat was carved by chefs in white aprons and toques, and served as dinners with baked potatoes loaded with your choice of toppings, herbed dinner rolls, and sides of creamed spinach, green beans, creamed corn, or all three.

The next food section contained the display that interested Hannah the most. One look, and she was impressed. The caterer had provided colorful Italian ices for the party.

Pretty fancy, Ross said, eyeing the assortment of ices that dominated the first two tables. There were coconut ices in real coconut shells, orange ices in oranges that were cut in half and hollowed out, lemon ices and peach ices in a similar presentation, and banana ices that were shaped like bananas and served in a miniature bunch of three. Hannah especially admired the pineapple ices that were served in hollowed out rounds of pineapple.

The usual array of desserts filled the tables that remained. There were pies, cakes, tarts, cookies, and sweet treats in puff pastries. Hannah was about to call Uncle, and give in to her urge to try the pineapple ice in its pineapple round, when Ross moved up behind her and put his arms around her waist.

Eat first and then dance? Or dance first and then eat?

Dance first, Hannah said. The siren call of the desserts was strong, but she was enjoying the feeling of being in Rosss arms even more.

What a diet! she thought as he led her to the dance floor in the center of the dining room. I could name it the Dance Diet and rent out handsome men to whirl overweight women away at mealtime as an alternative to eating. It would work with men, too. Most guys would give up a meal to dance with a gorgeous woman. And then, as Ross took her into his arms and they began to move to the slow, romantic music, the new diet craze shed just invented became the furthest thing from her mind.

Thanks for snagging a table! Hannah said, sitting down with a sigh. It feels so good to be off my feet.

Michelle laughed. I didnt think you were ever going to stop dancing.

Neither did I. Hannah slipped off one shoe and glanced at the bottom. I thought for sure Id need them resoled by now.

Ross, Mike, Norman, Lloyd, and Clark. And after that it was Mike, Ross, Norman, and Burke.

Youre in charge of my dance card? Hannah asked with a laugh.

No, Mother is. Shes keeping track of your partners.

That figures. Hannah picked up the pitcher of water on the table and poured herself a glass.

I was watching Burke dance with you and the expression he was wearing was priceless. I wish I had a picture.

I didnt notice. What did he look like?

Like he was the only boy in the world and you were the only girl.

Youre kidding! Hannah was surprised, not only by the observation but also by her baby sisters use of such dated song lyrics. But we talked while we were dancing and Burke didnt say anything in the least bit romantic.

I know. He danced with me and we talked about the film. And then Mother cornered me to ask what was going on. Thats exactly how she put it, that whole only boy and only girl thing. I thought she was imagining things until I saw him dancing with you.

Now that Michelles use of the old song lyric was explained, Hannah looked out at the dance floor. She spotted Ross dancing with Honey and experienced a totally unwarranted twinge of jealousy. Reminding herself that no promises had been exchanged or even offered, she quickly suppressed it and resumed her search for Burke.

Burke was dancing with Carrie, one of the least likely candidates for a romantic liaison. Not only was Normans mother over thirty years older than Burke was, she was also

Hannah searched for the right word, couldnt find it, and settled for something close. That word was ordinary. Normans mother was a perfectly nice, ordinary woman, but not someone Burke, a talented young Adonis with his whole life before him, could possibly be interested in pursuing.

See what I mean? Michelle asked, also spotting Burke and Carrie. He looks like hes about ready to propose.

Would that be a decent or an indecent proposal? Hannah asked with a grin.

Either one would do. Its really strange, Hannah. Burke makes it look really intimate to anyone whos watching, but theyre probably talking about the weather.

Hannah watched for a minute in utter amazement. How does he do that?

Who? And whats he doing? Andrea asked, rushing up to the booth.

Burke, Michelle explained. He looks like he finds every woman he dances with irresistible.

Andrea sat down next to Michelle and shrugged. Thats what Lisa said. Herb was starting to get a little hot under the collar until Lisa told him that all the time they were dancing, they were talking about target shooting.

So Burke knows about guns? The wheels in Hannahs mind were spinning.

I guess. Lisa said he won a couple of trophies for shooting, and he got a job as a spokesman for an outdoor outfitter. Maybe hell have to go back to the commercials now that he didnt get that part.

What part? Michelle asked, and Hannah could tell she hadnt known Burke was up for another part after Crisis in Cherrywood.

This part. Andrea pulled a folded copy of Variety from her purse and read a section out loud. Burke Anson of Surf n Turf fame may have a BEEF with Halsey Productions because somethings definitely FISHY. Isnt that cute? Theyre using food terms because he was in that restaurant commercial.

Cute, Hannah said, not believing it for a minute. Go on.

Slated for the lead in Remember Last Tuesday, Anson was given the CHOP in favor of Derek Pullman, who decided to CLAM up and refused to give us a comment. When queried about the last-minute change, a spokesman for Halsey said that Anson had earned the reputation for being difficult on his current project, Crisis in Cherrywood.

Remember Last Tuesday, Hannah breathed. Its a movie title!

Michelle just shook her head. No wonder I couldnt find anyone who knew what happened last Tuesday! So thats what Amber overheard Dean and Burke arguing about!

If that isnt a motive, I dont know what is, Hannah pointed out. Burke must have been convinced that Dean was the one who said he was difficult. What date is that paper?

Andrea looked down beneath the green-and-black banner. Its Wednesday. They mail it from L.A. and I just got it today.

Burke wouldnt have to wait to find out from Variety, Michelle pointed out. His agent would have called him right away. Burke could have taken the call and then rushed right off to confront Dean in his office. Im sure he thought Dean wrecked his career by tagging him with the difficult label. Thats the kiss of death, you know.

But Amber said Dean denied everything, Andrea argued. She heard Dean tell Burke that he didnt do it.

Hannah gave a short laugh. Its pretty obvious Burke didnt believe him. He must have thought Dean was getting even for that awful interview he gave on KCOW television.

But didnt Dean say he wasnt mad about that? That he thought what Burke said on television was funny? Andrea asked.

He said it, but I was there and I didnt believe him for a second. I dont think anybody did. It was pretty clear that Dean was only pretending to be amused to save face.

Do you think Dean told the producers of Remember Last Tuesday that Burke was difficult to work with? Andrea wanted to know.

Michelle shrugged. It could have happened that way. Most of the producers know each other and they compare notes. It doesnt really matter whether Dean did it or not, as long as Burke was convinced he did.

Thats why Burke was so lousy in the scene, Hannah felt a current of excitement as the light dawned. Hes a great actor. We all know that. And a great actor can play a lousy actor.

Andrea stared at Hannah for a moment. Youre right. Its why he said his back hurt and he couldnt seem to get the motivation right. He wanted Dean to demonstrate the suicide and pull the trigger on the real revolver.

Hes a stone cold killer, Hannah said, shivering slightly. He stood there watching, only a few feet away, and he knew exactly what was going to happen.

So shall we tell Mike? Michelle asked.

Not yet. Its all supposition at this point. We dont have any proof. Hannah turned to Andrea. Can you locate Sally and ask her if Burke got any calls in his room on Wednesday morning? Im sure shes around here someplace.

Im on it, Andrea said, rushing off.

And can you think of an excuse to find out who Burkes agent is? Hannah asked Michelle. We can always call and ask when Burke was notified that someone else got the part.

No problem. Somebodys bound to know. What are you going to do?

Im going to find Mother and get the keys to Grannys Attic. We know that Burke didnt have that prop gun on him when he left the building, so its just got to be hidden there somewhere.

Hannah searched in vain for her mother. Shed seen her only minutes ago, but Delores seemed to have vanished. She even checked the ladies room, but the only person there was Winnie Henderson, who was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair.

Hi, Winnie, Hannah said. Im glad you came to the party.

Connor brought me. He said the caterers cost more than one of my prize heifers and I owed it to my taste buds to come and eat.

Hannahs stomach growled. With all this excitement shed forgotten to eat. Sounds like a good idea to me. Have you seen Mother?

I saw her about ten minutes ago. She was just leaving.

Leaving? Hannah glanced at her watch. But its only eight-thirty.

Oh, shes coming back. She just ran down to Grannys Attic to make sure they were careful when they loaded the sewing machine on the truck.

What sewing machine?

The one they had on the living room set. You must have seen it. It was all the way in the corner, right next to the desk where you-know-what happened.

Hannah remembered the sewing machine. The top had been down, with the sewing head tucked inside, and it had been covered with a large crocheted doily.

Your mother was pleased as punch to sell it, specially because it went for a fortune.

It did? Hannah was puzzled. I thought that model was mass-produced by Sears, or one of the other big mail-order chains in the fifties.

Youre right, but that young actor from the film paid close to a thousand dollars for it. Hes having it shipped back to California.

Now Hannah was even more puzzled. Why would Burke pay that much for a common sewing machine? Then her mind kicked into high gear and the truth dawned. Burke would pay through the teeth if hed hidden something inside that perfectly ordinary sewing machine, something like the prop gun!

But why hadnt the deputies found the gun when theyd searched Grannys Attic? Hannah considered that for a moment and came up with a possible explanation. The sewing machine had looked exactly like a table with a false front and two small drawers on either side. What if the deputies had searched the drawers but hadnt realized that the sewing head swiveled up from a hollow below, where there would be plenty of room to hide a revolver?

Holy cow! Hannah gasped, taking Daisy, Buttercup, and Petunias breed in vain. She knew where Burke had hidden the prop gun and she had to get it before it headed off on a moving van for California!

Chapter

Thirty-Two

A light, lazy snow was falling as Hannah drove to Grannys Attic. There werent quite enough snowflakes to keep her windshield wipers from squeaking against the glass, but the snowfall was a bit too much not to use them. She was about to turn into the alley when she saw the taillights of a semi idling in back of Grannys Attic. Rather than drive in behind it, Hannah went around the block and entered the alley from the other way, effectively blocking the semi. Expecting to hear an angry shout from the driver when she got out of her much smaller truck, Hannah heard nothing but the powerful motor idling. Shed gotten here just in time. The driver must be inside with Delores, getting ready to load Burkes sewing machine.

Hannah raced for the back door, almost slipping on the blacktop in her dress shoes. She hadnt wanted to take the time to get her boots and it was a good thing she hadnt or she might not have caught the semi. Mother! she called out as she opened the back door and hurried past the section her mother called Trash or Treasures, the unsorted items that might or might not be valuable.

In here, dear, Delores sounded surprised. Were just filling out some paperwork for a shipment.

Stop!

What was that, dear? Delores sounded even more surprised and she looked surprised, too, as Hannah burst into the large main room of Grannys Attic, the room that was still decorated as a living room set.

I need to look at that sewing machine, Mother!

You mean the one that Burke bought?

Thats right. Where is it?

Over there, Delores pointed to a large crate sitting on a dolly near the door. You cant look at it now, dear. Its all crated up.

Hannah turned to the driver. Do you have a crowbar?

Got one in the truck.

Ill need to use it. I have to uncrate that sewing machine and inspect it. It may contain evidence in a murder investigation.

The driver, a large man who looked like he could handle a sledgehammer as well as a crowbar, stepped back a pace. No way I want to have anything to do with a murder!

Then help me uncrate that sewing machine and you can go.

But how about the guy on the other end? Hes not gonna be happy when that sewing machine he bought doesnt get delivered.

Oh, I dont think hell mind, Hannah said. If Im right about whats inside that crate, he wont be there to receive it anyway.

Ready? Hannah said, lifting the lid the driver had loosened with his crowbar before hed left and propping it up against the nearest wall. Did you see them crate it, Mother?

They did it the day Burke bought it.

When was that?

Thursday afternoon. He came in with two carpenters from the crew to crate it for him.

It looks like its wrapped in furniture pads and then taped, Hannah said using the scissors her mother handed her to cut the tape.

Its also secured on the inside. I watched Burke do it. He wrapped a strap around the top so it wouldnt open or twist on the hinges, and he taped the drawers so they couldnt bang open and closed during transit.

And he did it himself, Hannah noted, unwrapping the pad and letting it fall to the bottom of the crate.

Yes. I did think that was a little unusual, but then he told me why.

What did he tell you?

He said he knew he had to have that sewing machine the moment he set eyes on it. His mother died when he was only ten, you know, and she had one just like it. Every year, before school started, they used to go shopping for material so she could sew new shirts for him. He still has several of them. Theyre keepsakes. And now he has a replica of the sewing machine, too.

Right, Hannah said, not believing the story of the dead mother and the shirts for an instant. So thats why he offered you so much money for it?

Thats what he said. I pointed out that old Sears machines werent worth even half of what he offered, but he said he didnt care, that he wanted that particular model. He said he was buying it in honor of his mother and hed think of her every time he saw it. And he was also buying it because it was on the set and he wanted a memento of his very first movie.

Oh, brother! Hannah breathed, wondering how her mother could have swallowed such a line. But then she reminded herself that Burke was a superlative actor and if hed told her the same story, she probably would have fallen for it, too. It was entirely possible that Burkes mother had owned a Sears sewing machine. Hundreds of thousands of women had. And it was also possible that Burke remembered that you could lift the lid and drop something inside to hide it from view. There was plenty of room around the sewing head to conceal an object the size of a revolver.

So what did you find? Delores asked.

Nothing yet. Hannah couldnt pull out the drawers. The crate was built too snugly around the machine. But she didnt worry about that because the deputies probably checked those. Im going to cut the strap and lift up the lid. If Im right, thats where Burke hid the prop gun after he put the real revolver in its place.

Wait, Delores advised, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of gloves. Put these on. You dont want to destroy any fingerprints.

Good thinking, Mother, Hannah said, but fingerprints dont prove anything in this case. Everyone on the set saw Burke practice taking the prop gun out of the drawer right before the first take. He got his fingerprints on it then. And since he was using the real gun when he convinced Dean that he was having trouble doing the scene, his fingerprints are on that, too.

So he was only pretending hed lost his motivation for the scene? Delores asked.

Thats my theory. And if I find the prop gun stuck in this sewing machine, I can prove it.

Hannah held her breath as she cut the strap and lifted the lid. She felt around in the largest space between the bottom of the sewing machine head and the sewing platform and she began to smile.

You found it? Delores asked, interpreting her daughters smile to mean success.

Oh, yes. Now all I have to do is

 Hannah stopped speaking and worked to extricate the gun. Yes. Here it is!

So Burke just said he loved my sewing machine because he needed it to get rid of the evidence?

Im afraid so, but at least it didnt work. Lets get back to the party and tell Mike what happened. He can arrest Burke.

Delores looked worried. I just hope Mike can catch him in time.

What do you mean?

When Burke danced with me earlier, he asked me to supervise the loading of the crate because he was leaving tonight. He said he had to drive back out to the inn, pack up his things, and catch a midnight flight out of Minneapolis.

A flight to where?

Somewhere in Europe. He told me he was taking a little vacation now that the movie was over. Thats why he made arrangements with the moving company to store the sewing machine until he got back.

Hannah glanced at her watch. If Burke was taking an international flight, he had to arrive at the airport at least two hours in advance. That meant he had to leave the inn less than thirty minutes from now to make it on time.

I need your help, Mother, Hannah said, shrugging into her coat and pulling on her gloves. Call the sheriffs station, tell them its an emergency, and have them patch you through to Mikes cell phone. Tell him Burke killed Dean and I found the prop gun to prove it.

Right away, dear. Where are you going?

Out to the inn. Tell Mike to meet me there just as fast as he can, and Ill try to hold Burke until he arrives.

Sixteen minutes later, Hannah barreled down the circular drive of the Lake Eden Inn. Shed probably broken the winter land speed record for the gravel road that wound through the trees to the inn, and every spring in her truck could testify to that fact. The leftover cookies that Lisa bagged every night and Hannah stored in her truck to use as samples now decorated the floorboards in the rear. Hannah knew because shed heard them hit the sides of the truck when shed taken the turns. One errant Oatmeal Raisin Crisp, centrifugally challenged by the sharp bends shed taken just adjacent to the inns parking lot, had whizzed past her ear and was now sitting, slightly the worse for wear, on the passenger seat.

As Hannah approached the loading zone, four head-in spaces next to the entrance that were reserved for arriving and departing guests, she heard a car motor start. A second later, taillights went on and Hannah spotted Burkes rental car, a sporty, bright yellow Toyota. She rolled down her window, zipped into the vacant space to the left of his car, and shouted out, Hi, Burke!

Hi, Hannah. What are you doing out here?

Hannah thought fast. Mother told me you were leaving tonight, and I wanted to say goodbye.

Bye, Hannah. Its been a real pleasure knowing you. Your cookies are the best Ive ever had.

Thanks. Hannah glanced at the gravel road, but she didnt see approaching headlights. Somehow she had to keep Burke talking until Mike got here.

I have to run, Hannah. Ive got a plane to catch. Im going to London to do another commercial.

No youre not! Hannah shouted out. Not until you answer some questions for me.

Burke gave her a boyish grin, the same grin that set the hearts of every female between sixteen and sixty beating faster than normal. That sounds serious. Dont you know you shouldnt be serious on a night like tonight?

Why not? Hannah stalled for time.

This is a night for celebrating. The movies going to be a huge success, your niece is going to be the toast of the silver screen, and your cat will be famous. What could be better than that?

Not much, Hannah said, except maybe the lead in Remember Last Tuesday.

What was that?

Burke looked totally confused by what shed just said, and Hannah would have sworn hed never heard the movie title before if she hadnt known better. Remember Last Tuesday is the major motion picture that would have made you a star

 Hannah paused and let that sink in, 

except Dean Lawrence made a phone call and kept you from getting the part.

What are you talking about?

Burke still looked baffled and it was disconcerting. For a brief second Hannah wondered if she could be wrong, but then she reminded herself that Burke was a very talented actor who could play any part, including innocent.

Dean was angry about that interview you gave and he found a perfect way to get even. All it took was a couple of words to his important director friends, and your career was down the drain.

Burke gave her a tight smile. I dont know if youre crazy, or if you had too much to drink at the wrap party. Whatever it is, I think youd better go home and sleep it off.

About time! Hannah thought as she heard a siren in the distance. Mike was coming and she didnt have to stall much longer. Within seconds, hed pulled up on the other side of Burkes car and was rolling down his window.

Whats going on here? Mike asked, looking at Hannah and then Burke.

I want you to arrest Burke, Hannah said, hoping that Delores had given him a satisfactory explanation. He killed Dean.

Burke laughed long and hard, and then he turned to Mike. Thats the third time shes said that and I dont know what shes talking about. Youd better take her home and sober her up. Shes got some ridiculous idea that Im a murderer.

Is that right? Mike addressed Hannah.

Thats right. Dean wrecked Burkes career and Burke got even by switching the revolvers. He stood right there and let Dean demonstrate the suicide and he knew the gun would go off.

Isnt that the craziest story youve ever heard? Burke was joviality personified as he beamed at Mike. I dont know where she gets her ideas, but I think she ought to try writing a movie script. He pulled up his coat sleeve and made a big show of checking his watch. If I dont leave now, Im going to miss my plane.

You cant leave! Hannah protested, glancing over at Mike. Tell him he cant leave, Mike.

Mike shook his head. Sorry, Hannah. Its an interesting theory, but I dont have enough evidence to hold Burke. Mike turned to the actor and said, Youre free to go.

Burke gave a little wave and put his car in reverse. He was about to back out of the parking spot when Hannah grabbed the prop gun and aimed at him. Stop or Ill shoot! she yelled.

Hannah! Where did you get that revolver? Mike looked shocked.

From the sewing machine at Grannys Attic. Hannah answered, and then she turned to Burke again. Im a good shot, so dont fool around with me. Get out of the car with your hands up, or Ill shoot.

No, you wont, Burke said with a nasty laugh. That gun doesnt have a firing pin.

Gotcha! Hannah said. And then she watched as the smug look on Burkes face disappeared. The only way you could know that is if you hid the prop gun in the sewing machine right after you switched revolvers. And you know what that means!

Burke stepped on the gas, but Mike was quicker and his squad car shot back to block Burkes exit. At the same time, a second squad car arrived with Lonnie Murphy at the wheel and his brother, Rick, riding shotgun. Literally. Rick had his department-issued twelve-gauge pointed at the drivers side window of Burkes yellow Toyota.

Read him his rights and take him in, Mike told his deputies and he stood by to watch them do it. It was only after theyd cuffed Burke, loaded him into the backseat of the squad car, and were pulling away that he walked over to Hannahs cookie truck and leaned down to talk to her through the open window.

Did you know all along that the revolver I had was the prop gun? she asked.

Sure I did. Your mother told me all about it.

I dont understand. If you knew how Burke killed Dean and you knew that wed found the prop gun, why did you wait to arrest him?

I wanted a little extra insurance, and we got it. Burke admitted in front of both of us that he knew the gun in the sewing machine didnt have a firing pin.

And you were afraid that without that admission, Burke might convince a jury that he was innocent?

Its possible. Dont forget that hell be playing the part of a lifetime. Mike leaned through the window and touched his lips to Hannahs. Ive missed you, Hannah.

Because you were busy working on the murder investigation and I wasnt with you?

Yup. Mike moved forward and kissed her again, a little more deeply and a lot longer. Guess I shouldve deputized you after all, he said.

Chapter

Thirty-Three

Hannah glanced in the mirror as she fastened the pendant Ross had given her around her neck. The red stones in the miniature cherries sparkled brightly in the sun that was streaming in her bedroom window and flashed scarlet streaks against the wall. Ross had presented her with the pendant the previous night, right before hed left for the airport and his flight to California. Think of me every time you wear it, hed told her. If Crisis in Cherrywood makes it to Cannes, Ill send you a ticket.

Then hed pulled her into his arms and kissed her, and Hannah had been spared a reply. Of course she wanted to go to Cannes. Who wouldnt want to go to Cannes? But wanting and actually going were two different things. Shed thought about it for hours after Ross had left, imagining what it would be like to be an important producers date at a gala movie premiere.

It seemed as if shed just fallen asleep when the phone had rung this morning. It was Andrea and shed sounded on top of the world when shed invited Hannah to join them for a family brunch. It would be the usual crowd and Norman would pick her up. And now Hannah was sitting at Sallys largest table at the Lake Eden Inn, directly across from Bill, who was resplendent in his raspberry pink shirt.

I should have brought sunglasses, Norman said under his breath, and Hannah hid a grin. Norman was right. On the linear brightness scale, Bills shirt was only a point or two short of eye-popping. Mike, who was sitting on Hannahs other side and had overheard Normans comment, stifled a chuckle with his napkin.

Hannah smiled at Norman and then she turned to smile at Mike. On past occasions shed resented the fact that she was always seated between them. Shed even made cracks about being the filling in a Mike and Norman sandwich. Today she didnt mind at all. Shed upset their equilibrium by going out with Ross and it was time to reassure them. Ross was like an exotic dessert, a diversion to tingle the taste buds and make her savor her own life with a more discerning palate. He was like a baked Alaska flambéed with fine brandy, flashy and exciting, but not something youd serve with an ordinary supper of meat and potatoes. Mike and Norman were more like

cookies. Cookies were something you could have every day without ever tiring of them.

The smile on Hannahs face grew wider. If she had to choose their cookie types, Norman would be an Old-Fashioned Sugar Cookie, one of her very favorites. You couldnt go wrong with an Old-Fashioned Sugar Cookie. It was perfect for any occasion and at any time of day.

Mike was different, and Hannah gave it some thought. She finally decided that hed be a Black-and-White Cookie, perfectly shaped and gorgeous to look at. It was sweet on the outside, and darker and more intense once you got past the powdered sugar.

Hannah? Andrea raised her from her mental dessert game. Come up to the buffet with me. I want you to show me which bar cookies you brought.

Hannah made her excuses and got up to join Andrea at the dessert table. She pointed out the Ooey Gooey Chewy Cookie Bars shed made in honor of the fact that Deans killer was behind bars, but Andrea simply nodded.

I knew which ones they were, she said. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you alone.

Hannah took a deep breath and prepared for bad news. Andrea and Bill had been smiling throughout the brunch, but that could have been for their mothers benefit. What is it?

Ronni Ward got engaged and shes getting married next month!

Thats great news! When did this happen?

Last week in Miami. Remember when Lisa was trying to make me feel better and she said that maybe Ronni would meet another fitness instructor and theyd do exercises together?

I remember.

Well, thats exactly what happened. Ronni met a personal trainer from The Cities and theyre going to open a studio together. Isnt that just wonderful?

It certainly is. Hannah swiveled around as someone tapped her on the shoulder. It was Michelle and she looked a bit dazed. Whats wrong, Michelle? You look as if a strong wind could blow you over.

Thats because it could blow me over. Lonnie just told me that he entered me in the Miss Winnetka Beauty Contest.

He did it without asking you first? Andrea asked the critical question.

Thats right. He said he knew I was the prettiest girl in the county and he wanted everybody to see how beautiful I am. Is that crazy, or what?

Crazy in love, Hannah offered, grinning a little. Thats very sweet, and you dont have to worry about it. If you get chosen as a finalist, you can always turn it down.

I was chosen as a finalist. Lonnie just told me. And I cant turn it down.

Andrea began to frown. Why not?

Because Mother signed the papers agreeing Id be a contestant.

Can she do that? Hannah recovered enough to ask.

Oh, yes. The rules say that if youre under twenty-one, a parent can sign the forms for you.

Oh, boy! Hannah muttered. When is the contest?

In June. Its part of the Winnetka County Fair. And Im not going to college this summer, so I dont have that for an excuse. Im stuck, and I dont know how to get out of it. But at least Im not alone.

What do you mean? Andrea asked.

Im not the only one Mother signed up. She entered you and Tracey in the Mother-Daughter Look-Alike Contest, and she entered Bethany in the Beautiful Baby contest.

Oh, for Petes sake! Andrea said, but she didnt look too upset.

Hannah burst out laughing. Im going to have fun at the fair this year. I can hardly wait to see both of you up there on stage.

Dont laugh too hard, Michelle warned.

Why not?

Mother signed you up to judge the baked goods at the fair.

Thats fine with me. It sounds like fun. Hannah smiled, but her smile turned into an anxious look as Michelle burst out laughing. What?

Dont crow yet. She also volunteered you for the Lake Eden Historical Society Booth.

Thats not so bad. I dont mind passing out literature for the Historical Society.

Its not literature this year.

Its not?

No, theyre doing a fund-raiser. Have you ever seen the type of booth where a lady in a fancy silk dress and a parasol sits over a tank of water?

Hannah gasped. Surely Mother wouldnt do that to her! Are you talking about the kind of booth where people try to hit a target with a baseball and dunk the lady? she asked.

Thats right. Youre in the booth from two to four on Saturday afternoon. According to Mother, thats a heavy traffic period. And Bill says to tell you that Norman and Mike have already signed up with a coach to take pitching lessons!

OOEY GOOEY CHEWY

COOKIE BARS

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack

in the middle position

For the Crust:

˝ cup white (granulated) sugar

ž cup flour (not sifted)

1/3 cup unsweetened baking cocoa*** (I used Hersheys)

ź teaspoon salt

˝ stick melted butter (ź cup1/8 pound)

For the Filling:

2 cups milk chocolate chips (I used Ghirardellis)

3 cups miniature marshmallows (pack them down in the cup)

1˝ cups flaked coconut (pack it down when you measure it)

1 cup chopped nuts (I use either pecans, or walnuts)

1 can sweetened condensed milk (14 ounces)

***You can find unsweetened baking cocoa in the baking aisle of your grocery store. Make sure you get an American brandsome of the others are Dutch process and they wont work in this recipe. Also be careful not to get cocoa mix, the kind youd use to make hot chocolate or chocolate milk. (I used

Hersheys)

Mix the sugar, flour, cocoa, and salt together in a medium-sized bowl. Drizzle the melted butter over the top of the bowl and mix it in with a fork. When the butter is incorporated, the mixture should resemble small beads. (You can also do this in the bowl of a food processor, using chilled butter and the steel blade.)

Spray a 9 inch by 13 inch cake pan with Pam (or other nonstick cooking spray) and dump the crust mixture in the bottom. Gently shake the pan to distribute evenly and then press it down a bit with a metal spatula.

Sprinkle the chips evenly over the crust layer. Sprinkle the marshmallows over that. Sprinkle the flaked coconut on next and then sprinkle on the chopped nuts. Press it down again with the metal spatula. Pour the sweetened condensed milk evenly over the top.

Bake the bars at 350 degrees. F. for 25 to 30 minutes, or until the bars are nicely browned on top.

Let the bars cool on a rack. When theyre cool, cut them in brownie-sized pieces.

WARNING: DONT REFRIGERATE THESE COOKIE BARS WITHOUT CUTTING THEM FIRSTTHEYRE VERY DENSE AND SOLID WHEN CHILLED.

A Note From Edna Ferguson, the Queen of Cheat Recipes: If you want a shortcut for the crust, just buy a chocolate cake mix and use half of it, dry, mixed with the melted stick of butter. (Keep the rest of the cake mix in an airtight bag and you can use it the next time you bake them.)

Kids really love these cookie bars, especially the name.

Index of Recipes

Cocalattas

Peanut Butter and Jam Cookies (PBJs)

Fruit Pocket French Toast

Sallys Flourless Chocolate Cake

Cherry Cheesecake

Mock Turtle Cookies

Janes Mini Cherry Cheesecakes

All-Nighter Cookies

Chocolate Truffles

Cream Cheese Puffs

Double Flake Cookies

Lemon Cream Torte

Angel Kisses

Ooey Gooey Chewy Cookie Bars

Baking Conversion Chart

These conversions are approximate, but theyll work just fine for Hannah Swensens recipes.

VOLUME:

U.S.

Metric

˝ teaspoon

2 milliliters

1 teaspoon

5 milliliters

1 tablespoon

15 milliliters

ź cup

50 milliliters

1/3 cup

75 milliliters

˝ cup

125 milliliters

ž cup

175 milliliters

1 cup

ź liter

WEIGHT:

U.S.

Metric

1 ounce

28 grams

1 pound

454 grams

OVEN TEMPERATURE:

Degrees

Degrees

British (Regulo)

Fahrenheit

Centigrade

Gas Mark

325 degrees F.

165 degrees C.

3

350 degrees F.

175 degrees C.

4

375 degrees F.

190 degrees C.

5

Note: Hannahs rectangular sheet cake pan, 9 inches by 13 inches, is approximately 23 centimeters by 32.5 centimeters.

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter Two

Chapter Four

Chapter Six

Chapter Eight

Chapter Ten

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-Two

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