Hannah hung back as Mike and the deputies he’d called to the scene arranged the extras and the movie people into three groups. One group was going to the community center, where Edna Ferguson would provide coffee and snacks. The second group would be held at Hal & Rose’s Cafe, and Rose had been alerted. The third group, the group that included the cast, the cameramen, and most of the movie people who’d been working at the scene, would be taken to The Cookie Jar where Lisa was waiting with fresh coffee and cookies.

It took awhile, but at last Hannah had a chance for a private word with Mike. She put all thoughts of how good he looked in the dark blue uniform out of her head and concentrated on asking the right questions.

“Do you think Dean committed suicide?” she asked, speaking softly so that the cameramen, who were loading up their equipment, wouldn’t hear her.

“That’s one possibility I can’t ignore, but I doubt it. Most people who shoot themselves don’t do it in front of movie cameras and dozens of actors and extras.”

“True.” Hannah was glad to learn that Mike had come to the same conclusion she had. “Then it’s murder?”

“That’s my guess.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Yes,” Mike said, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her close for a brief hug. “You can forget about investigating this on your own and let me handle it.”

Hannah turned the hug into a longer one than Mike had intended. It was partially because she liked to hug Mike and partially because she didn’t want to promise something she knew she wouldn’t do. “Which witness group am I in?”

“The Cookie Jar group. I’ll need you to help me with Mrs. Larchmont. She’s a friend of yours, right?”

“That’s right. I knew her in college.”

“Well, she’s very broken up over this whole thing and I don’t think we’re going to get much out of interviewing her.”

“I’m sure you’re right. She’s bound to be traumatized since it happened right in front of her.”

“I had Lonnie take her down to The Cookie Jar. Her husband’s with her and that should help. Anything you can say to help calm her down would be good.”

“Of course. How about Sharyn Lawrence? What group is she in?”

“She’s with Mrs. Larchmont and her husband. I understand he’s her uncle?”

“Right.” Hannah took a deep breath. She knew she was prying, but it was a question she had to ask. “Did she see the whole thing?”