There was a whistle from someone that Hannah couldn’t identify. She didn’t think anyone could identify a whistler.

And then Grandma Knudson spoke up again. “Pimp,” she said. “I knew it. He probably had one of his pieces steal it and he took it for himself.”

Hannah cracked up again. Where in the world did Grandma Knudson get her information? It was a very good thing that Reverend Bob wasn’t here to hear her. But Reverend Bob was a regular guy with a good sense of humor. If he were here, he’d probably laugh and that would only encourage his grandmother to be even more outspoken.

“Hush, Priscilla! You don’t want to let this get back to Bobby. He’d be terribly embarrassed.”

Hannah clamped her hand over her mouth again as she recognized the voice of the one person who could get away with chastising Grandma Knudson. It was Nola Koenig, who was visiting from Long Prairie, and the two women had been friends for more years than Hannah had been alive.

“You’re right, Nola,” Grandma Knudson said. “Sometimes my mouth has a will of its own. You folks won’t tell Bob on me, will you?”

There was a chorus of no’s from the crowd, and Hannah chuckled again. No one would tell on Grandma Knudson. Everyone loved her, and they all enjoyed her outrageous comments.

“Young lady? Do you have a picture of the man?” Nola asked Lisa.

“Yes, ma’am. I do,” Lisa answered.

“I need some copies. Bobby’s driving me back to Long Prairie tomorrow and I’ll have my grandsons put them up all over town. You should do the same thing in the other towns around here, maybe even offer a contest with a prize for the first person who can identify him. Everyone loves contests with prizes.”

There was murmuring from the crowd again and Hannah heard several people speak up to agree with Nola. Hannah thought it was a very good idea. People did seem to enjoy contests with prizes.

“We can do that.” Lisa sounded excited at the prospect. “How about free coffee and cookies for a year to the first person who can identify him?”

“We’ve got a high-speed copier at the school.” Hannah recognized Charlotte Roscoe’s voice. Charlotte was the secretary at Jordan High. “I know Ken will let me use it if it’s for a good cause. I can run copies of the photo.”

“Is it gruesome?” Grandma Knudson asked Lisa. “We shouldn’t put it up if it’s too gruesome. Somebody’s bound to complain and then we’ll just have to take it down.”