Hannah reached out to still her sister’s hand. “Not quite yet. We only searched in one place and that gun could have been anywhere on her property. She could even have thrown it in the lake on the way home.”

“You mean

you think Winnie did it?”

“No, but she certainly had the motive. Everyone in town knew she couldn’t stand Dean, and she was bound and determined to stop him from filming at the park because he was going to move her brother’s statue.”

“Wait a second,” Andrea said, looking confused. “I thought she agreed to let Ross move the statue.”

“No, all they’re going to do is lift it with a crane and shoot the scene under it. Then they’ll lower it right back down again in exactly the same spot. That was the whole point. Dean wanted to put the statue in another location while he shot the scene, and move it back again when he was through. Winnie didn’t want it moved twice.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Andrea said. “That statue’s been sitting there for years, and she was probably afraid it wouldn’t hold up if they had to move it twice.”

Michelle looked a little sad. “If Dean had been satisfied with just lifting it up and shooting under it the way Lynne is going to do, Winnie might have signed the release form right away. But Dean had to have everything exactly his way. He was just as stubborn as Winnie. The only way two people that stubborn can reach a compromise is for one of them to back down.”

“Or wind up dead,” Hannah pointed out, turning to Andrea. “And that’s why you shouldn’t cross out Winnie’s name. Logically, she’s still a suspect

however illogical that seems.”

Hannah smiled as someone knocked on the back door of The Cookie Jar. It was probably Norman. He’d called this morning and asked if he could take her to watch Tracey’s big skating scene.

“Are you ready to go?” Norman asked, stepping inside when Hannah opened the door.

“Just let me get my coat. Mother and Carrie left about ten minutes ago and they said they’d save us a seat.” Hannah grabbed her parka coat from the hook by the door, and Norman held it as she put her arms into the sleeves. “Thanks,” she said, turning around to face Norman. Being this close to him was nice, a little like warming herself in front of a blazing fireplace on a cold winter’s afternoon, or snuggling up in a warm afghan with a good book.

“What?” Norman said, noticing her bemused expression.

“I was just thinking how much I missed you.”

“But I’ve been right here.”

“That’s true, but I haven’t been.” Hannah put her arms around his neck and gave him a hug and a kiss.