Lisa motioned toward the door and Hannah turned to see her sister opening it. Andrea looked about as far from happy as anyone could get and for a brief moment, Hannah was puzzled. Then she remembered sending their mother to the Cut ’n Curl to “advise” Andrea on Tracey’s makeup and costumes. It had taken less than an hour, but the chickens had come home to roost. Her stylish sister had a frown on her face that looked every bit as rugged as the topography of the Pyrenees. Andrea was loaded for bear and Hannah harbored the unfortunate suspicion that she was Ursa Major.

“Well

all right,” Andrea conceded, choosing another of the chocolate truffles Hannah had stashed in the walk-in cooler for precisely this type of emergency. “I guess I forgive you, but it was a dirty trick fobbing Mother off on me that way.”

“I know. It’s just that I don’t like pain and Moishe was grating the skin on my legs like lemon peel.”

“That sounds painful,” Lisa said, giving Hannah her next line.

“It was. And I figured maybe Mother would relieve you and you could come over and see Moishe act.”

“I just came from the church and Reverend Knudson told me you’d already left. How did Moishe do?”

“He’s a natural born actor, at least that’s what Dean called him.”

“I figured he would be. He’s always posing, even when nobody has a camera.”

Lisa looked at Hannah and wiggled her eyebrows. Hannah wiggled back in a silent signal that Andrea was calm enough to answer their question.

“We need some information, Andrea,” Hannah told her. “And you’re the only one who can help us.”

“I am?”

“That’s right. Do you remember who sold the Hutchinson house, kitty-corner from Lisa’s old house?”

“I sold it. It was my first sale as a real estate professional.”

“Wonderful!” Lisa gave a relieved smile. “Do you happen to know where the Hutchinsons moved?”

“Someplace in Iowa. Do you need the street address?”

“Yes,” Hannah said. “Mary has a recipe for mini cherry cheesecakes and we need it for the cocktail scene in the movie.”

“Okay. Just hold on a second and I’ll get it for you.”

To Hannah’s surprise, Andrea took out her cell phone and punched in some numbers. While she was waiting, she took out her pen and her leather-bound notebook and turned to a blank page.

“I’m connected. Hold on,” she said to Lisa and Hannah, and then she punched in more information on the phone keypad. There was another wait and then Andrea started to write on the paper. When she was finished, she punched another couple of numbers and switched off the phone, dropped it back in her purse, and handed the page to Lisa. “Here you go. I got the phone number, too.”

“How?” Hannah asked, staring at her sister in amazement. “You didn’t say a word.”