“Thank goodness!” Amber said, giving a sigh of relief. “I thought you’d never leave that booth!”

“You were waiting for me?”

“Yes. Sally said you were investigating

”

“I’m not really investigating,” Hannah broke in. “I leave that up to the

”

“Professionals,” Amber supplied the word before Hannah could say it. “That’s what you always say, but we all know better. I talked to Sally and she said to tell you what I overheard when I delivered coffee to Mr. Lawrence’s office on Wednesday morning.”

Hannah motioned toward the door of the ladies’ room. “Step into my office and tell me all about it.”

The ladies’ room at the Lake Eden Inn was spacious. Sally had placed several chairs around a round table opposite the sinks and the mirrors, and there was even a phone on the wall. Hannah had spent too many minutes thinking about how that phone might be used. She’d come up with several scenarios, including a woman on an unpleasant date who might use it to call a taxi and leave before her escort could become any more unpleasant.

“Have a chair,” Hannah said, taking a quick peek in the other room to make sure they were completely alone and then sitting in the chair directly opposite the teenage waitress she was now beginning to think of as her informant. “Why did you take coffee to Mr. Lawrence’s trailer?”

“He forgot to pick up the thermos Sally had at the desk for him. And since I was scheduled to work breakfast and I had a car, Sally asked me to run it into town for her.”

“Okay,” Hannah said, pulling her shorthand notebook from her purse and flipping it to the right page. “What time did you get to Mr. Lawrence’s trailer?”

“Eight-thirty. I was listening to KCOW radio and Kelly was just about to bang the gong for the half-hour when I pulled in and parked.”

Hannah jotted down the time and decided not to ask about the gong. Jake and Kelly were the half-comedy, half-news team who hosted KCOW’s News at O’Dark-Thirty, and they could get a bit strange. “What happened next?”

“Well, I got out of the car with the thermos and the first thing I heard was yelling. It was coming from the trailer and I recognized Mr. Anson’s voice.”

“Are you absolutely positive it was Mr. Anson?” Hannah asked, her pen poised over the page.

“Oh, I’m sure. And I saw him leave a couple of minutes later, so that proves it.”

That was good enough for Hannah and she jotted down Burke Anson’s name. “And Mr. Lawrence was in his trailer at that time?”

“Oh, yes. He was yelling too. That’s why I waited to knock on the door. I didn’t want to go inside in the middle of a fight.”