Hannah made a mental note. There was no need to ask Sophie about the fight she’d overheard between Tom and Lynne since Mike had cleared Tom. “How about Lynne, herself? She was certainly in a position to switch the revolvers.”

“She was, and she was my prime suspect when Ross told me that she wanted to direct. But I searched her myself right after the murder and she didn’t have the prop gun anywhere on her.”

Anywhere on her? Hannah bit back an amused chuckle. Lynne was a gorgeous leading lady and she couldn’t blame Mike if he’d enjoyed his search just a little more than he should have. “So who do you like for Dean’s murder?”

“Jared’s a possibility.”

“Jared? Why do you think he did it?”

“Remember when I told you someone saw him straightening some flowers on the desk?”

“I remember.”

“Well, he had the opportunity to switch the revolvers. I watched the tapes of the rehearsals and one of the cameramen caught Jared blocking the drawer with his body. If he’d had another working and loaded revolver, he could have switched them.”

“I agree,” Hannah said, “but why would he do that? As far as I know, he didn’t have a grudge against Dean. And even if Burke was the intended victim, Jared doesn’t have a reason to want him dead, either.”

“Maybe he does and we just don’t know about it yet.”

“You could be right,” Hannah said. “I’ll ask around about him and see what I can dig up. In the meantime, why don’t you concentrate on your other suspects.”

“Okay,” Mike said, giving a weary sigh. “I’ll go back to work and you can go back to your baking.”

“I’m all through. Have a couple of my new cookies and tell me what you think.”

Mike bit into a cookie and his frown disappeared. “These are good, Hannah. Do you have a name for them yet?”

“Not yet.”

“I think you should call then Angel Kisses. They’re light and sweet.”

“Good idea. Have another.”

Mike finished four more cookies and when he turned to go, he was smiling, especially when Hannah pressed a bag of Angel Kisses in his hand and told him to share with his deputies.

When the door closed behind him, Hannah popped a cookie into her own mouth. Mike had gotten such a lift from the chocolate, he was all fired up and ready to catch Dean’s killer. Maybe a dose of her own medicine would work to inspire her, too.

ANGEL KISSES

Preheat oven to 275 degrees F., rack

in the middle position

(That’s two hundred seventy-five degrees F., not a misprint.)

3 egg whites (save the yolks in the refrigerator to add to scrambled eggs)

ź teaspoon cream of tartar

˝ teaspoon vanilla

ź teaspoon salt

1 cup white (granulated) sugar