“I think it’s domestic.” Andrea took another sip. “Am I right?”

Hannah decided it was time to switch to another subject. “You were incredible with Bill. I still can’t believe that he isn’t mad at me.”

“Bill can’t stand it when I cry.” Andrea gave a smug smile. “He just falls apart when my lip starts to quiver.”

“And you can quiver on command?”

“Of course.” Andrea’s smile grew wider. “I learned how to quiver right after Mother bought me my first bra. It always works with the guys.”

“You’re amazing,” Hannah said with real admiration. Because of her practice at dealing with doting men, Andrea had managed to avoid the lecture that they’d both deserved.

Hannah had done her best to explain things to Bill. She’d told him that they were so worried about Max, they’d simply had to check on him. And then, when they’d found Max’s Cadillac half-packed for his trip to the Tri-State Buttermakers’ Convention, they’d had no choice but to use his key to search his office at the dairy, the last place that anyone had seen him.

That hadn’t quite done it. Bill had still been upset about the fact that Hannah had led his wife into a potentially dangerous situation. But Hannah had posed a question: Wasn’t it lucky that they’d found Max’s body before the trail had gone cold?

Bill had reluctantly agreed, but he’d laid down some ground rules. The next time Hannah decided to follow up a lead, she should check with him first. Hannah had promised and she’d meant it. Finding two dead bodies was more than enough for one lifetime. But then Bill had started to ask questions about exactly why they hadn’t come out to the accident scene to get him earlier, and Andrea had gone into lip-quivering mode.

One glance at Andrea’s close-to-tears countenance and Bill had melted. He’d hugged Andrea and told her that he’d get a ride to Hannah’s condo so that he could drive her home. And then he’d assured her that he wasn’t angry with her or with Hannah.

“Moishe is a very comforting sort of pet.” Andrea’s fingers strayed toward the sensitive spot behind Moishe’s ear and he purred even louder. “It’s really amazing that he’s so domesticated, considering the kind of life that he used to lead. He’s just sitting here and purring. I never knew that he was so sweet.”

Hannah wasn’t about to tell Andrea how Moishe acted when he was hunting. She doubted that any small rodent or flightless bird would describe him as sweet. “I need to talk to you about Mr. Harris, Andrea. You said he was waiting at the Peterson property when you got there on Wednesday morning?”

“That’s right. I met him at nine-thirty, but he said he was there a lot earlier than that.” Andrea thought about it for a moment, and then her eyes widened. “Do you think he might have seen something?”

Hannah shrugged. “That depends on what time he got there. He didn’t tell you if he knew Max or Ron, did he?”