“He must have needed a day off. And speaking of days off, I think you should have taken one. Were you out late last night investigating?”

Hannah shook her head as she lathered up. “I don’t investigate.”

“You don’t?”

“Absolutely not. Only an investigator can investigate. I’m just a small-town snoop.”

Lisa laughed. “Still arguing over semantics with Mike?”

“No.” Hannah rinsed her hands, thought about it for a minute, and then she nodded. “Yes.”

“Let me see if I’ve got this right. You promised Mike you wouldn’t investigate, but you didn’t promise him that you wouldn’t snoop?”

“Something like that.”

“That’s my partner!” Lisa crowed, well pleased with her ability to figure it all out. “So where did you snoop last night?”

Hannah dried her hands and headed for the work island. Lisa was mixing up a batch of Boggles, and the recipe for Cinnamon Crisps was next in line on the recipe holder. “Andrea and I did a little B and E.”

“Breaking and entering?” Lisa looked shocked when Hannah nodded. “Where?”

“Winnie Henderson’s barn.” Hannah headed off to the walk-in cooler to get the butter and the eggs. Once she’d carried them back to her workstation, she gathered the dry ingredients from the pantry and arranged everything in order. She was ready to start mixing the dough when she realized that Lisa was still staring at her. “What?”

“Why?” Lisa countered.

“Why what?”

“Why did you and Andrea break into Winnie Henderson’s barn?”

“Winnie left the dress rehearsal early, so she wasn’t searched. She’s familiar with firearms, and a couple of her husbands had nice gun collections that might have included revolvers that resembled the prop gun. She didn’t want Dean to use the park for the skating scene, and Dean was the kind of guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“And that’s a motive?”

“It’s a pretty good one. Winnie could have figured that a real suicide on the set would shut the movie down. Then Ross and his company would leave town.”

“Makes sense,” Lisa said, getting out another of the large stainless steel mixing bowls they used and grabbing the next recipe on the rack. “You can ask her some probing questions when she comes in at noon.”

“Winnie’s coming here?”

“That’s what she said when she called this morning. She apologized for not coming in yesterday, but she had to rush home to meet the vet.”

Hannah thought about that for a moment. Winnie had cattle, horses, several dogs, some cats, and a flock of chickens. With that many animals, it was certainly possible that one of them had required medical attention. The excuse was reasonable, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was true. “What was wrong?”