“That’s what I meant to say. I’m just so happy about it, I can’t talk straight.”

“So when does Tracey start?”

“Her first big scene is Wednesday, but she has to report to makeup today at three. And after that she gets fitted for her costumes. I have to go over to Mr. Lawrence’s office at noon to pick up an official script for her. I’ll run lines with her tonight so she can practice.”

“Run lines?”

“Yes. That’s what they call it in the biz. You know, I’ll read the line before hers, and she’ll respond with her line.”

Hannah debated silently for a moment and then she decided she’d better take her sister into her confidence. “You said you’re going to Mr. Lawrence’s trailer?”

“Yes, at noon.”

“Well, be careful.”

“Why?” Andrea stopped with the cookie midway to her mouth.

“He has quite a reputation with women.”

“How do you know? Did he make a pass at you?”

“I’m not sure.”

Andrea dropped her cookie back on the napkin. “How can you not be sure if somebody made a pass at you? It’s not rocket science, you know. They either did, or they didn’t.”

“I couldn’t tell for sure. I was wearing my big parka coat, and he brushed past me in a small space, and

never mind. Let’s just say a reputable source told me he does that sort of thing, and you’d be smart if you took someone with you, just in case.”

“Don’t worry about me. I can handle myself around men. I’ve never been unfaithful to Bill and I never will be.” Andrea tossed her head and a hard look came into her eyes. “I just wish I could say the same for Bill!”

Hannah gulped. Her sister had been sweetness and light just a second ago, and now she looked as if she could spit nails. “What happened?”

“Absolutely nothing and that’s the problem.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Bill called me last night and we talked for a long time. I was just getting ready for bed when I realized that I hadn’t told him about the car.”

“What about the car?”

“Cyril Murphy says it needs new tires on the back, but that’s not important. What’s important is that I called Bill back in his hotel room, and there was no answer.”

“Maybe he was sleeping?”

“Bill’s been a cop for too long. Even if he’s dead beat, he always wakes up when the phone rings.”

“Well

maybe he stepped out for a minute to stretch his legs, or something like that.”

“At two in the morning?”

“Um

that is pretty late.” Hannah searched her mind for another excuse. “Maybe he couldn’t sleep and he went down to the bar for a nightcap.”

“The bar closes at one.”

“Oh. Well

maybe you dialed the wrong number.”