“I’d feel better if I knew who he was,” Hannah said, and then she paused. “At least I think I’d feel better.”

“Then call Doc and ask.”

Hannah glanced up at the clock. Delores had said Doc’s lunch was at one and it was only eleven-thirty. “Good idea,” she said. “I think I will.”

A moment later, Hannah was standing by the kitchen phone, talking to her mother in Doc Knight’s office.

“Sorry, dear,” Delores told her. “Doc’s not here right now.”

“That’s okay. I just wanted to know if he knew the man I hit. I didn’t recognize him.”

“Neither did Doc. I asked him about that. I do know there wasn’t any identification on him so he could have been a transient.”

“You’ve been in Lake Eden longer than Doc. Did you recognize him?”

“I didn’t see him, dear.”

Of course her mother hadn’t seen him! Hannah kicked herself mentally for asking the question in the first place. Delores wasn’t the type to pull off a sheet in the morgue to view a dead body.

“I can look at the photos if you really want me to,” Delores offered and Hannah knew she was making a huge concession for her daughter.

“No, that’s okay. But would you ask Doc if anybody else who saw him recognized him? And would you call me and let me know what he says?”

“I’ll do that, dear. I’ll call you right after the lunch with the board members is over.” There was a long pause and then Delores sighed. “You’re still at The Cookie Jar, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mother.”

“And you’re not alone?”

“No. Norman’s with me right now and Andrea and Michelle are in the coffee shop. I gave Lisa the rest of the day off to be with Herb. She’s pretty upset over this whole thing.”

“Of course she is. You should probably take the afternoon off, too. Why don’t you go home and take a little nap?”

Hannah shuddered slightly. She knew exactly what would happen if she went home and attempted to nap. She’d dream about the stranger she’d hit and it would be even more frightening than it had been when it actually happened.

“I think I’ll stay here, Mother. I’m better off doing some work. Maybe I’ll bake. That always calms me down.”

“Good idea. Has Michelle told you about Winnie Henderson’s party yet?”

“No, but I haven’t really seen her. She’s been really busy in the coffee shop.”

“I’ll tell you then. Winnie called while I was here and she ordered six dozen pirate cookies for her grandson’s birthday party. She said they were having a pirate party and she was hoping you could make something that fit into that theme.”

“Pirate cookies,” Hannah repeated, frowning slightly. “I’ve never made a pirate cookie before.”

“I didn’t think you had and that’s why I wanted to give you plenty of advance warning. What are you going to do? Put skulls and crossbones on them?”

“Winnie’s grandson might like that, but I’m not sure Winnie would. Thanks for telling me about it, Mother. It’ll give me something to think about here in the kitchen. And please don’t forget to call after the lunch is over.”