Danielle’s face had the very same expression Hannah had once seen on a trapped rabbit. She’d freed the rabbit, but Hannah wasn’t about to let Danielle escape before she’d given her some truthful answers. “Let me see if I’ve got this straight, Danielle. Your husband was out of town, you spent the night with an attractive man who’s just a friend, and your friend just happened to get murdered this morning only minutes after you had coffee together?”

“I know it sounds bad.” Danielle sighed and all the bravado seemed to go out of her. “You’ve got to believe me, Hannah. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Does Boyd know that you spent the night with Ron?”

“No!” Danielle looked sick. “Please don’t tell him! Boyd would never understand!”

“I won’t have to tell him if you start being honest with me. If you and Ron weren’t having an affair, why were you with him?”

Danielle glanced at the door and then she looked down at her arm where Hannah’s fingers gripped it. She shivered and then she nodded. “All right. I’ll tell you, Hannah, but you’ve got to respect my privacy. I…I can’t let Boyd know where I was last night.”

“Deal,” Hannah agreed. “But if you know anything about Ron’s murder, I’ll have to give the information to Bill.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with Ron’s murder! At least, I don’t think it does. I lied to you, Hannah…Ron and I were more than just friends. He was my GA sponsor.”

“GA?”

“Gamblers Anonymous. We meet every Tuesday night at the community college.”

That confession threw Hannah for a loop. “You’re a recovering gambler?”

“Yes, but Boyd doesn’t know.” Danielle reached out and steadied herself against the wall. “Could we sit down, Hannah? I don’t feel very good.”

Hannah led her over to the couch and chairs that were arranged in a corner of the ladies’ room. When Danielle had taken a seat on the couch, Hannah pulled up one of the chairs. “You said that Boyd doesn’t know about your addiction?”

“No. He’s not an easy man, Hannah. He wants perfection from a wife. I think he’d divorce me if he ever found out the truth.”

Hannah suspected that Danielle was right. Coach Watson demanded perfection from everyone around him. He was hard on his team when they made errors on the playing field or the court, and he’d be even harder on Danielle. Danielle might be exaggerating when she said that her husband would divorce her, but Hannah was willing to bet that he’d be plenty upset. “You said you go to GA meetings every Tuesday night. Doesn’t Boyd ask you where you’re going?”

“I told him I was taking an art class at the college. I had to lie to him, Hannah.”

It was time to cut Danielle a little slack and Hannah knew it. “I can understand that. I’d probably do the same thing in your place. Were you at the GA meeting last night?”