Hannah thought about Benton as she raced down the highway. He’d always enjoyed having money. From first grade on, Andrea had come home from school talking about Benton’s new leather backpack, or the complete set of Disney movies that Benton’s parents had bought for him, or the souvenirs that he’d brought back from his summer vacations. Benton had been the most popular boy in the class because he’d treated his classmates to the luxuries their parents couldn’t afford. “Give them things and make them friends” had been his motto.

Benton’s family wealth had been even more apparent in high school. Then Benton had dazzled the girls, Andrea included, by picking them up in his shiny new convertible and showering them with expensive gifts. The huge bottle of perfume that he’d given Andrea for Christmas had been just one example. Delores had priced it and she’d told Hannah that it had cost over two hundred dollars.

Hannah doubted that Benton’s habits had changed in the years since he’d been gone. She was sure that he was still buying friendship with his money. What if all the cash that he used to impress people suddenly started to dry up? Would that be a strong enough motive to kill the person who’d threatened Benton’s whole way of life?

There was a slow truck ahead and Hannah pulled out to whiz past him. Yes, Benton could be the killer. He was smart enough to have arranged the whole thing, and people had murdered for a lot less. And Benton didn’t really have an alibi for the times of the murders. Unless he could come up with a plane ticket that proved he hadn’t landed at the airport until after Max and Ron had been murdered, Benton Woodley was the number one suspect on Hannah’s list.

Actually, Benton was her only suspect. Hannah sighed deeply and tromped even harder on the accelerator. She had to find Bill at the open house and tell him her new theory. Bill didn’t know that Del Woodley had put up his ring for sale and he’d never guess that Del had borrowed money from Max. She couldn’t expect him to solve the case unless he had all the facts.

Hannah’s foot lifted from the gas pedal again as another thought occurred to her. Exactly how would she manage to get Bill alone? Mike Kingston would be there and he was Bill’s new supervisor. And Bill had warned her not to let on that she was helping with the investigation. It was true that Mike didn’t start until Monday, but he’d be there at the open house. She couldn’t just barge in and announce to Bill and Mike that she’d solved the case.

The truck had turned off and now there was no one behind her. Hannah hit the brakes and peeled another U-turn. Going out to the sheriff’s station had been a bad idea. She’d have to wait until Bill got home tonight before she could tell him that she knew who the killer was. But what should she do now? It was only three-thirty and the rest of the afternoon stretched out ahead of her.