Sharyn was sitting with Lynne and Tom Larchmont, and she was holding Moishe on her lap. Hannah took in Sharyn’s pale face and the tracks of recent tears on her cheeks, and wondered if Dean’s wife was truly grief stricken, or whether she was every bit as good an actress as Lynne was. If Sharyn had found out about Dean’s infidelities, she certainly had a motive to do away with her husband. And the fact that she hadn’t been there when her husband’s death had occurred could be either a stroke of luck, or an aversion to witnessing the gory scene.

Hannah’s attention turned to Lynne, who looked quite calm despite the trauma she must have endured. It couldn’t have been pleasant for her to see her director’s death. On the other hand, Lynne had never been squeamish in college and she probably wasn’t squeamish now. Hannah recalled that Lynne had been the one to set traps to get rid of the rodents in their apartment building, and she’d emptied them every morning. She’d even kept a record of what she’d called her “kills,” posting a tally sheet in the kitchen and marking off every successful snap of the bail. When Ross and Hannah had told her they thought it was a bit cold blooded to keep count, Lynne had just laughed at them. A pest was a pest, she’d said, and she didn’t mind exterminating them at all. Perhaps, in light of her college behavior, watching the end result of the gun switch she’d made hadn’t bothered Lynne that much at all and her show of horror and grief had been a brilliantly acted ruse.

Then there was Tom Larchmont to consider. Hannah eyed the distinguished, silver-haired man with some suspicion. She was almost certain that Lynne had been one of the early morning visitors to Dean’s Winnebago and had left by the rear exit. What if Tom had found out about Lynne’s visit to Dean’s trailer? Was he the type of jealous husband who’d murder Dean for dallying with his wife?

Hannah was just looking around for Connor, another man she’d labeled as a suspect, when Andrea and Michelle rushed up to her.

“We need a meeting,” Andrea said, grabbing Hannah’s arm. “Mother and Carrie promised to help Lisa hold down the fort here.”

“Let’s go to the kitchen,” Hannah suggested, but Michelle shook her head.

“We can’t. I just talked to Lonnie and Mike’s going to be using the kitchen for follow-up interviews. The other detectives are weeding out promising witnesses and sending them to Mike.”

“What are those?” Andrea wanted to know.

Hannah was curious. “Did Lonnie tell you what makes a witness promising?”