“Yes. Shall I throw the sack out the window?”

“No!”

“You mean . . . you’re actually going to eat the sandwiches?”

“No, but I don’t want to get pulled over for littering. We can always pass out the sandwiches to any homeless people we meet.”

“But, dear . . . they’re already homeless. Would it be fair to make them eat Andrea’s sandwiches, too?”

Hannah laughed, but she kept her hands on the wheel and her eyes on the road. This was the first time she’d driven since the accident that had killed Keith Branson and she was being extra careful. “You’re right, Mother. We’ll just drop them in the first trash can we come to.”

“Do you think we should write a warning on the sack?”

“No, Mother. They’re not poison or anything like that. And they’re not unhealthy. They’re just . . . unpalatable.”

“That’s a very nice way to put it, dear. And they were beautifully wrapped. Andrea used the prettiest foil with little pine trees all over it. She must have picked it up at Christmas. I don’t think they make printed foil any other time of the year. What do you have in the little bakery boxes?”

“Butterscotch Brickle Bar Cookies. One box is for the two officers we’re going to meet, and the other box is for the woman you’re going to interview.”

Delores looked slightly dubious. “I can understand bringing the officers something, but why are you going to give bar cookies to a streetwalker?”

“Because everybody likes cookies and it might make her trust us a bit more.”

“Oh. I guess that makes sense, especially since I doubt that any of the men she meets bring her anything. It’s certainly a nice gesture, dear.”

They rode in silence for a few minutes and Hannah thought about what a good morning she’d had. It had started out beautifully when she’d walked down the hall to the kitchen at a quarter to five and found the coffee ready and Michelle just removing the piping hot Bacon, Egg, and Cheddar Toast Cups from the oven.

After a delicious breakfast, Hannah had turned on the exercise machine and set the treadmill at a speed that wouldn’t be too exerting for her. She hadn’t gone more than five steps before Moishe jumped up to prance in front of her. He appeared to really enjoy the exercise and she’d stayed on the machine for longer than she had intended. Then she’d taken a quick shower while Michelle did her workout, dressed for work, and the moment Michelle had showered and dressed, they’d driven to The Cookie Jar for the daily baking.