When Hannah opened her eyes again, she thought she was seeing triple. Three pairs of eyes were staring down at her. Then she realized that Norman had joined Mike and Ross, and she sat up, blinking. “Sorry about that. Guess I fell asleep.”

“I guess you did,” Mike chuckled as he handed Moishe to Norman. “Come on, Hannah. Ross is going to bring you your coat and things, and Norman’s going to drive you home.”

“But I don’t need anybody to

”

“Yes, you do,” Mike cut off her protest. “You’re tired and you could fall asleep on the road. I’d drive you myself, but I’ve got to get down to the station to file my reports. And I’ve got a briefing scheduled with Lonnie and Rick.”

Mike had said the magic words and Hannah woke up fast. He must have found out something if he had to brief Lonnie and Rick. This was a perfect time to pump him for information. Norman had taken Moishe back to the kitchen for one last trip to the litter box, and Ross had gone with him to get Hannah’s coat and purse. Hannah’s short nap had revived her, and she knew she’d never have a better chance to find out what Mike knew. “So you learned something from your interviews?” she asked.

“A couple of things. Number one, Miss Larchmont wants to direct.”

Hannah came close to laughing out loud. “Of course she does. There isn’t an actor or actress alive who doesn’t want to direct.”

“But she’s going to get the chance now that Dean’s dead. I interviewed Ross and he said he’s going to give her a shot at it.”

“Oh,” Hannah said and then she was silent. That put a new light on it. But had Lynne known she’d get the opportunity to direct if something happened to Dean? That was the important question. “Anything else?”

“The wardrobe mistress

what’s her name?”

“Sophie.”

“That’s right. Sophie said that Miss Larchmont and her husband were arguing in their room last night.”

“What about?”

“She doesn’t know. She was passing by and she heard angry voices, but she didn’t stick around to listen. She told me she decided it was none of her business and walked on down the hallway.”

Right, Hannah thought, but she didn’t say it. She’d find out what had really happened from Sophie tomorrow.

“I don’t know if that means anything, but we’ll add it to the mix,” Mike said. “And then there’s the set decorator.”

“What about him?” Hannah asked, seriously doubting that Jared would have had anything to do with Dean’s murder.

“One of the witnesses saw him close to the desk right before the first take.”