“Come on, Andrea. It’ll just drive you crazy.”

“No, it won’t. Trust me. Once you tell me, it’ll be all over. And then you’ll have perfectly legible notes.”

Hannah glanced at Michelle, who shrugged. “I think she’s got you over a barrel,” she said.

“All right,” Hannah conceded with a sigh. “I’ll tell you. It’s instant mashed potato flakes.”

“You’re kidding! I never would have guessed!” Andrea took another bite, and frowned as she chewed. “Are you sure? I don’t taste instant potato flakes.”

“I’m sure. I mixed up the dough myself.”

“Well, I still don’t taste them. Pass me another couple of cookies. Maybe the last one I ate was missing its potato flakes.”

Hannah and Michelle sat back and watched as the cookies disappeared one by one. Finally, on the last cookie, Andrea gave a nod. “I think I taste them, but I’m not really sure. You don’t have any more, do you?”

“Not here. I’ll make you another batch tomorrow.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Andrea said, picking up her pen and then giving a most unladylike burp. “Sorry about that. Now if one of you will pour me another cup of coffee, we can get this show on the road.”

“Do you really think Sharyn could have done it?” Michelle asked, watching as Andrea wrote her name on the list of suspects.

“I don’t know her well enough to tell,” Hannah said. “It all depends on how jealous she was. It also depends on what she knew.”

“What do you mean,” Michelle wanted to know.

“If she was the jealous type, but she didn’t know her husband was entertaining other women in his Winnebago, she’d have no motive to kill him.”

“I get it,” Andrea said, jotting it down. “And if she wasn’t jealous and she didn’t care if her husband was entertaining other women in his Winnebago, she wouldn’t have a motive, either.”

“Correct. For the purposes of this list, let’s say she was jealous and she knew. That’s a good motive for murder. And now we have to think about the women Dean entertained. They could have spouses or boyfriends who might be jealous enough to kill Dean.”

“Well, I’m off the hook,” Andrea said, taking another sip of coffee. “Bill’s in Miami and everybody knows it.”

Michelle’s mouth dropped open. “You mean you

”

“No!” Andrea interrupted. “But I did go to his trailer to discuss Tracey’s part with him. It’s a good thing Bill’s not in town. He might have gotten the wrong impression and then both of us would be suspects. But Bill’s not here and I’m in the clear.”

“If Bill’s not here, she’s in the clear,” Hannah repeated, and she started to grin. “If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit.”