“Of course not. The important thing is that I could have. You didn’t even notice me because you didn’t suspect me. What you have to remember is that when you’re working on a crime like this, you can’t overlook anybody.”

Michelle sighed deeply. “You’re right. I should have mentioned you even though I knew you didn’t do it. I guess that’s why I’m the helper and you’re the detective.”

“I’m not a detective. I’m a snoop.” Hannah reached out to give her sister a pat on the shoulder. “And speaking of snooping

let’s go through Dean’s things and see what we can dig up.”

The first room they searched was the largest room in the trailer, the one at the end of the hallway. Hannah opened the door and gave a smug smile. She’d been right. It was the master bedroom and Dean hadn’t changed it. The large bed it had been designed to accommodate was the focal point of the room, and the only concession to office work was a conversational grouping of four barrel-backed chairs around an octagonal coffee table.

“So what did he use this room for?” Hannah asked, almost certain that she knew the answer to her own question.

“Private rehearsals. If one of the actors was having trouble with a scene, Dean would bring them here to go over it. But I’m pretty sure he used it for other things, too.”

“Right. You start with the closet and see if there’s anything of interest in there. I’ll check the coffee table and the little chest of drawers by the bed.”

Hannah went through the coffee table quickly. There were a few magazines, a couple of books, and several yellow legal-size pads. A ceramic holder was filled with an assortment of pens and pencils, and a couple of decks of cards were tossed into a basket with a bridge score pad. Unless someone had gotten completely bent out of shape over a rubber of bridge and killed Dean in retaliation, she hadn’t found a thing.

“How are you coming?” Hannah asked, aiming her question at the closet.

“Fine. I’m almost through.”

“Me, too.” Hannah headed over to the small dresser, but all it contained were CDs for the sound system. Hannah paged through them. There were show tunes, blues, movie soundtracks, and some pop classical. It was quite apparent that they were carefully generic, and Hannah suspected that they’d come with the Winnebago and were meant to appeal to anyone who rented the giant vehicle.

“I didn’t find anything interesting,” Michelle said, emerging from the closet just as Hannah shut the dresser drawer.

“Neither did I. Let’s go search the rest of the trailer.”