“What?” both sisters asked at once, staring at her hard.

“Sorry. I just couldn’t help thinking of O. J.’s trial. That’s what the defense said.”

“But what does that have to do with

”

“Absolutely nothing,” Hannah interrupted her youngest sister. “It rhymed so I thought of it, that’s all. Let’s get back to business here. Can we think of any other women we can link with Dean?”

“Me,” Michelle confessed, guilty color rising to stain her cheeks. “He asked me to come to his trailer right after lunch yesterday. I thought he had work for me, but when I got there, he made a pass.”

“What kind of a pass?” Andrea asked.

“It was silly, really

the sort of thing only a fool would have believed. He put his arm around me and told me I was perfect for a part in his next movie. And he offered to fly me out to Hollywood so I could take a screen test. I guess he thought I’d be so grateful, I wouldn’t mind when he tried to kiss me.”

Andrea made a strangled sound and covered it with a cough. “Sorry, something was stuck in my throat.”

Stuck in your craw is more like it, Hannah thought and immediately felt mean. She poured more coffee for Andrea by way of apology for what she hadn’t said, and turned back to Michelle. “So what did you do?”

“I stepped away, and told him I was really flattered that he thought I had talent, but the smart move for me was to stay at Macalester and finish college.”

“That was a good way to deal with it,” Andrea said, recovering nicely. “But even though you turned him down, Lonnie could still have heard about it. He’s got a temper, and he was on the set, and

”

“Forget it,” Hannah advised her. “Lonnie would have punched Dean’s lights out, but he never would have killed him. I think it’s safe to assume that he didn’t know about the time Michelle spent in Dean’s Winnebago.”

Michelle looked thoughtful. “You’re right. If Lonnie wanted to kill Dean, he’d do it with his bare hands. He’d never switch guns and take the chance that someone else might get hurt. But I just thought of someone else to add to the list.”

“Who?” Andrea asked, her pen at the ready.

“Lynne. I know she was in Dean’s trailer a couple of times. He mentioned it on the set the other day. And she wasn’t happy that he mentioned it, either!”

“Okay. I’ve got her down. And if Lynne was there, we have to add her husband. His name is Tom, isn’t it?”

“That’s right,” Hannah said. “You’d better add Erica, too. I’m almost positive I heard her giggling that first morning when I delivered Dean’s cheesecake. And you’d better put down Jeanette, too.”