“Then I’d better call Clark.” Michelle got out her cell phone and punched in a number. “He’s in charge of collecting all the tapes. I can always run out to the inn and screen them if you think they’re that important.”

Hannah nodded. “Good idea. You’d better call Mother and tell her where you’re going. She’ll worry if you stay out at the inn too late.”

“No, she won’t. She told me to come and go as I please.”

Andrea exchanged glances with Hannah. “That doesn’t sound like the Mother we know and love,” she said.

“I know. She also told me she’ll have dinner with me, but she has her own plans after dinner every night this week.”

Hannah started to frown. “I wonder what plans she could have. There aren’t any club meetings. They all canceled their activities until the movie company leaves town.” She turned to Norman. “Are the mothers going somewhere together at night?”

“No. Except for the night they went out to dinner with you and Ross, my mother’s been home watching television.”

“Then what’s Mother doing?” Andrea looked worried. “You don’t suppose it’s another man, do you?”

“It’s possible, I guess,” Hannah conceded.

“But right after Winthop? I mean

wouldn’t you think she’d wait?”

“For what? Old age to set in?”

Andrea’s mouth dropped open, but Michelle and Norman started to laugh. They laughed so contagiously that Andrea had to join in, and eventually so did Hannah.

“Do you want to know what else I found out from Mike?” Hannah asked when the laughter had died down. There were nods around the round table and she picked up the thread of their former conversation. “Mike said his deputies searched everyone who left Granny’s Attic, but they didn’t find the prop gun. They also made an initial search of Granny’s Attic and it wasn’t there, either.”

“But it has to be!” Andrea exclaimed. “Guns don’t just vanish.”

“You’re right, they don’t. And they’ll search again tomorrow. But there’s also the possibility that whoever switched the gun left early and took the prop gun with him.”

“Winnie Henderson,” Norman said.

“What?”

“I saw her driving down Main Street after they’d already started shooting. I know her daughter was in that scene and I thought it was odd she’d leave before it was over.”

“Got it,” Andrea said, writing it down. “What else?”

“There’s the question we didn’t get around to discussing this afternoon.” Hannah took a bite of her cookie. As far as she was concerned, her almond cookies were a lot better than the commercial kind.

“What question is that?” Norman asked.

“Whether the killer actually meant to murder Dean. Or if his intended target was Burke.”