Mike had already spoken to Lonnie, who had used the sheriff’s department facilities to run the man’s fingerprints. He wasn’t in the national database so if Grandma Knudson was correct and the man was either a pimp or a drug dealer, he hadn’t been arrested for his illegal activities. It was disappointing that the dead man had no criminal record. That would have made it easy to learn his name and last known address. But Mike had come up with another investigative technique that should work very well. He was going to drive to Minneapolis to talk to Stella Parks, the head detective at the Minneapolis Police Department. He’d show her the flyer, see if she personally recognized the dead man, and leave some flyers with her so that she could ask officers in other departments. Since Stella was a friend of Mike’s and she’d met Hannah before, Mike would tell her the whole story of how Hannah had hit the stranger and killed him. Stella liked her and Hannah was almost certain that Stella would find out who the man was if he came from the Minneapolis area.

Lisa was telling the story again. Hannah could hear crowd noises through the swinging door that led to the coffee shop. She glanced at the bakers rack and blinked several times in surprise. Lisa was really attracting an audience today. The rack had been loaded with cookies when Hannah had left with Mike, and now it was at least half empty. It was lucky she’d stashed the Triple Chocolate Cookies in the walk-in cooler to try out on anyone who dropped by her condo tonight, or they’d probably be gone, too!

Hannah had just taken her last pan of bar cookies out of the oven and poured herself another cup of coffee when there was a knock at the back door. She went to answer it and smiled as she saw Norman standing there. “Hi, Norman!” she greeted him. “Come in.”

“I brought you some lunch,” Norman said, heading for his usual stool at the workstation.

“Thanks, Norman,” Hannah said, hating to disappoint him by telling him that she’d already eaten lunch at Winnie’s ranch with Mike. At least she’d had a fairly light lunch, if you didn’t count the Graham Cracker Cake and the biscuit with honey and butter. She went to fetch coffee for both of them and then she sat down across from him at the workstation.

“I got a little news today, Hannah,” Norman said, opening the conversation.

Hannah was almost afraid she’d jinx it by asking, but she did. “About the dead man’s tooth?”

“That’s right. I e-mailed a copy of the photos and a detailed description of what I’d noticed when I examined the tooth to the dental professor who gave the symposium on tooth jewelry and embellishments.”