“Did any of you see this man hanging around outside?” Hannah handed the flyer to Brad. “He could be the one who stole Winnie’s pie.”

Brad looked at the photo and shook his head. “Not me. I was working in the paddock and these two were mucking out the stalls in the barn. Miz Henderson asked us before if we saw anyone.” He turned to Winnie and grinned. “We think she thought we took it. We really like her blackberry pies. They’re somethin’ else!”

“I didn’t think that for a second,” Winnie said, laughing a little. “You boys don’t have to steal. If you wanted one, you could have just asked for it and I would have handed it over.”

After the boys had left to wash up, Hannah pushed the flyer over to Connor. “How about you, Connor? Have you ever seen him before?”

“I don’t think so,” Connor said after studying the photo for a moment. “He doesn’t look familiar to me. Of course, I meet a lot of people at the horse auctions and I don’t remember them all. I think I might remember this guy, though, especially with that jewel in his tooth.”

Hannah handed the flyer to Winnie. “How about you, Winnie? Does he look familiar?”

Winnie studied the photo for a moment. “Yes. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen him before, but I can’t place him. He’s older here so it must have been a while ago. And he didn’t have that kind of tooth back then. It’ll come to me, Hannah. I’ll remember where I met him.” Winnie stopped and chuckled. “I’ll probably think of it at three in the morning. That’s how it usually happens.”

“If you do, call me. I won’t mind waking up to that call. It’s important, Winnie.”

“Then this must be the man you hit with your truck,” Winnie said. “I can tell he’s dead in that picture. He looks dead. Why do you want to know who he is?”

“It’s a mystery,” Hannah answered.

“I can understand that. I’ll think of it, Hannah. Trust me. It might not be tonight and it might not be tomorrow night, but it’ll come to me eventually.”

The kitchen door opened and the boys came back in to take chairs at the table. As Hannah helped Winnie serve their lunches, she wondered exactly how long it would take her friend to remember where she’d seen the dead man. She hoped it wouldn’t take long. This was a mystery she wanted to solve so that she could devote her full attention to discovering whether Jennifer was really Carly’s sister, or not.

GRAHAM CRACKER CAKE