Chapter Ten
Hannah was still thinking about Moishe when she pulled into her parking spot at The Cookie Jar on Thursday morning. When she picked up a replacement tip sheet this morning, Sue assured her that one of the ten suggestions was bound to work and that Moishe couldn't hold out forever. But Hannah knew Moishe much better than that. If her cat decided that he didn't want to eat his senior food, he could be even more stubborn than the other Lake Eden male who had once been part of her life, Mike Kingston.
"Hi, Lisa," Hannah called out as she came in the back door. "Sorry I'm late."
"That's okay. I thought you'd be even later." Lisa's voice floated out of the coffee shop and a moment later she pushed through the door, carrying a steaming mug of coffee. "Did you get your problem solved with Moishe?"
"No. I got a tip sheet for switching him to the new food, but whoever wrote it doesn't know Moishe."
"True. How about sprinkling a little fresh catnip on his new food?"
"That's tip number seven." Hannah held out the sheet. "And number eight is drizzling some tuna juice over the top of his bowl. I don't have high hopes for any of them."
Lisa looked thoughtful. "Maybe Moishe's just too smart to be fooled by tricks. Have you had a heart-to-heart with him and told him why his new food is good for him?"
"Of course. I felt a little stupid getting down on the floor with him, but I did it anyway. I think he understood me, Lisa. He really paid attention to everything I said. But after I finished and I was getting up off the floor, he stomped over to his food bowl and tipped it over with his paw."
"Uh-oh. You've got a real problem on your…" Lisa stopped talking as the back door opened and Andrea stood there. "Hi, Andrea. Come in."
"Thanks. It's nice and warm in here." Andrea walked over to one of the stools at the workstation and sat down.
"How about some coffee?" Hannah asked.
"Yes! I've been saving up my coffee allotment, Hannah. Yours is a lot better than my instant."
Hannah headed for the coffee pot. Everyone knew that instant couldn't hold a candle to real coffee brewed from scratch.
"Here you go." Hannah set the mug in front of her sister. "What brings you out so early?"
"I got a phone call from the supervisor. She checked the records for me."
"Fun in the Sun?" Hannah asked, reaching for her notebook.
"That's right. One of their representatives called Bill at eight-twenty and the call lasted one minute."
"Good. Just let me jot that down."
"The only thing is, I don't think it helps Bill any. I drove from our house to the school and timed the trip. It took me twenty minutes. Not that he did it, of course, but Bill could have killed Sheriff Grant at eight and gotten home in time to take the Fun in the Sun sales call."
"Wrong," Hannah said, flipping through the notebook until she found the right page. "I was standing right there in the parking lot while Mike looked for bloodstains. He found they were heaviest right next to Sheriff Grant's car and Mike said that's where it happened. Since the car was at least ten yards away from the Dumpster, it must have taken the killer at least a couple of minutes to drag Sheriff Grant's body there and put it inside."
"And if Bill had done that, he would have missed the Fun in the Sun call by a couple of minutes?"
"Absolutely."
"Thanks, Hannah." A relieved smile spread over Andrea's face. "Could the other call, the one from the roofing company, clear Bill completely if it came in at the right time?"
"Maybe. Didn't you tell me that you got home from the movie with Tracey at nine forty-five?"
"That's right. I looked at my watch when we got out of the car. I was feeling a little guilty because I'd kept Tracey up so late on a school night. I told her to go in the house, kiss her dad, and go straight to bed."
Hannah turned to a clean page in her notebook and crunched the numbers. "The second call could clear Bill if it came in at approximately ten minutes after nine. The time frame's tight, but that would do it."
"Great! I'm going to drive around and look at more roofs, Hannah. I've got to find out who made that second call."
"Take your coffee with you," Hannah urged, dumping the contents of Andrea's mug into a disposable cup.
"Thanks. I'll be back if I find anything."
Lisa waited until Andrea had left and then she turned to Hannah. "What's this about roofs?"
It took Hannah a moment or two, but Lisa caught on right away when she explained about the time frame and how the second telemarketing call could provide an alibi for Bill.
"I'll call Herb right away," Lisa promised.
"Are you going to ask him if he got the same telemarketing call?"
"That wouldn't do any good. Herb always hangs up the minute they say, And how are you this evening? I just thought that since he makes his rounds every hour, he could keep his eye out for roofing trucks."
Hannah had just finished baking an extra batch of Pecan Chews for a special order when the phone rang. Since Lisa didn't pick up right away, Hannah assumed that she was waiting on a customer and grabbed the wall phone in the kitchen. "The Cookie Jar. Hannah speaking."
"I'm glad you answered, Hannah."
"Hi, Mother," Hannah said quickly. Delores sounded a trifle breathless. "Where are you?"
"I'm at a pay phone on the street outside The Pink Giraffe. Guess who got that bear chair for Christmas!"
Hannah rolled her eyes heavenward. "Sheriff Grant is dead, Bill's the prime suspect, Norman's in Seattle and he could be playing spin the dental drill with his ex-fiancйe, and I'm on the outs with Mike. My life is pretty grim right now… and you want me to play guessing games?"
"I'm sorry, dear. Let me rephrase that," Delores sounded only slightly apologetic. "It's just that I'm so surprised. My friend at The Pink Giraffe said that they shipped the bear chair to Suzie Hanks!"
"Luanne's daughter?"
"Yes. What do you think that means?"
Hannah blinked. And then she blinked again. "I'm not sure, but I'll find out. Don't say anything to anybody until you hear from me, all right?"
"But… but… but…"
Delores was sputtering like a badly tuned motor and Hannah interrupted. "Calm down, Mother. It might mean nothing at all."
"But how could that be?"
Hannah thought fast. "Nettie's active in quite a few charities, isn't she?"
"You know she is."
"Let's say one of her charities decided to give a really nice Christmas gift to a needy child. Suzie Hanks would certainly fit the bill."
"That's true," Delores sounded thoughtful. "But why would Nettie tell Claire that she was looking for a present for a relative?"
"Maybe there were other people in Claire's shop and Nettie was protecting the child's identity. You know how touchy Luanne is about accepting charity."
There was a long silence. Hannah knew that her mother was thinking it over. The silence stretched out with only the faint crackles on the line, the earmarks of a long distance call. Finally Delores cleared her throat and spoke again. "You have a point, Hannah. And Nettie's smart enough to realize that Luanne would have packed up that chair and sent it right back if she'd known it was charity. But do you think that's really what happened? It seems pretty far-fetched to me!"
"I know it does, but it's possible." Hannah tried to sound as if she believed her own story. "You just keep mum until you hear from me. I'll run right over to Granny's Attic and find out from Luanne personally."
"Luanne's out at the Ferguson family farm auction. They're selling a wonderful treadle sewing machine, and there's an oak butter churn that I have my heart set on buying. There's some milk glass, too, and you know how popular that is. Promise me you won't disturb her when she's bidding, Hannah. She has to concentrate."
"I won't disturb her, but I need to get to the bottom of this. And just as soon as I do, I'll tell you."
Delores made a little sound of distress. "You have no idea how difficult it's going to be not to tell a few of my closest friends and get their opinion on…”
"Don't you dare!" Hannah interrupted with a warning.
"All right, I won't. My lips are sealed until I hear from you. But I'd better hear from you soon!"
Once Hannah had explained things to Lisa, she headed out to the Ferguson farm. It was only a mile from the site of Norman's new house and since his contractor and crew weren't there, Hannah pulled into the driveway to see how the house was progressing.
"How about that? It's beginning to look like a house," Hannah said to the purple grackle that was pecking at something in the yard. The foundation had been poured, the framing was complete, and the workmen had almost finished the sheer walls. Once the roof was on and the doors and windows were secure, it would be snug for the winter.
Even though Norman had invited her to come out to see the progress several times in the past, Hannah felt a bit like an intruder as she opened the front door. Actually, opening the door was a bit silly. The tall windows that would go on either side of the door were still missing and she could have simply stepped through the framing. All the same, there was something wonderfully ceremonial about turning the knob and opening the front door of the house they'd designed together for the dream house contest.
"Nice," Hannah said, stepping into the foyer and gazing up at the staircase that led to the second floor balcony. Then she climbed the stairs and headed down the hallway to the children's bedrooms. They looked like empty boxes now, but Hannah could imagine a boy's room with model airplanes hanging from the ceiling, and a girl's room with a window seat where she could sit and dream. There was another room for an office or hobby room… and then there was the master bedroom.
Hannah held her breath as she entered the master bedroom. It was exactly as she had imagined, with an outside balcony where the happy couple could have coffee in the morning and look out over the lake. There was also a river rock fireplace that would keep the room toasty in the winter and provide a romantic touch.
Hannah sighed past the lump in her throat. She suspected that all it would take was a little more encouragement and Norman would propose. Then this house would be hers, this wonderful house she'd designed with a man she firmly believed would make a near-perfect husband. The only thing stopping her from giving Norman the encouragement he'd need to make the whole thing official was the curse of indecision. How could she accept a proposal she'd engineered from Norman when she wasn't sure that she was willing to give up her relationship with Mike?
And what relationship was that? Hannah thought with a frown, the altercation they'd had about Bill foremost in her mind. But even though she was at odds with Mike for not trusting and supporting her brother-in-law, there was still an attraction between them she couldn't deny. As much as she loved the idea of living in the dream house she'd helped to design, she knew she wasn't ready to make that choice.
She glanced around her one more time and headed for the stairs. She'd dealt with enough for one day and there was still the meeting with Luanne to consider. The front door banged as she shut it behind her and Hannah tried not to think of how final it sounded as she hurried to her cookie truck. Her love life, or lack of it, was becoming a problem, but she didn't have the time to deal with it now. Norman could wait. Mike could wait. The important thing now was clearing Bill by solving Sheriff Grant's murder.