There was no way Andrea could get any dirtier, but Hannah didn’t want to remind her of that. She just grinned and followed in her sister’s wake to the very rear of the barn.

The empty pen didn’t take long to search. Andrea lifted the lid on the wooden box, checked for contents, and came rushing back out again. “There’s nothing there. You’re up,” she announced.

“We’re up,” Hannah corrected her. “I’ll go in, but I need you to distract the bull.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Talk to him, pet him on the head, give him a cookie, whatever. Just keep him focused on you while I climb in and check the box.”

“I don’t have any cookies.”

“Yes, you do,” Hannah reached into her pocket and pulled out a bag of day-old cookies. She’d grabbed them from her cookie truck along with her Maglite before they’d left the condo.

“What kind are these?”

“Assorted. Lisa emptied what was left in the serving jars. Just keep trying until you get to one the bull likes. And then feed it to him slowly, to give me time to get in, check the box, and get back out.”

“Okay, I guess.” Andrea started to move to the front of the pen, but she stopped and turned back to Hannah. “I can’t talk to him if I don’t know his name. And there’s no nameplate on his pen.”

Hannah thought fast. “Call him Larry.”

“His name is Larry?”

“Absolutely,” Hannah said, crossing the fingers on her left hand to negate the lie.

“Winnie told you that?”

“You bet,” Hannah said, crossing the fingers on her right hand.

“And you remembered?”

“Of course.” Hannah was running out of fingers and she gave Andrea a little shove toward the front of the pen. “Hurry up. We haven’t got all night.”

“Hi, Larry,” Andrea said, in the same tone of voice Hannah had heard her use with Bethany. “Are you hungry? I bet you are. Just look at what I’ve got for you! Try an Old Fashioned Sugar Cookie. It’s got colored sugar on it and you’re really going to like it.”

Hannah was beginning to have second thoughts. Andrea didn’t sound very confident. To tell the truth, Hannah wasn’t very confident, either. She knew nothing about Winnie’s bull. Some bulls were gentle and complacent, but others were aggressive and mean. Hannah wouldn’t know what type of bull Winnie had until she got into the pen with him. And by then, it would be too late to do anything about it.