“Because he could be Ron’s killer!”

“He’s not.” Hannah shifted into second gear. “Norman has an alibi. He was treating another patient when Ron was killed.”

That seemed to take the wind out of Andrea’s sails and she frowned. “Okay. Maybe he’s not Ron’s killer, but there’s no way you should go out with him!”

“Relax, Andrea. It’s not like it’s a real date or anything. He’s just picking me up and we’re going to the party together. Norman’s very nice.”

“No, he isn’t. It’s not like you to be wrong about people, but this time you really blew it. While you were having lunch and accepting dates with this…this person you think is nice, I hit pay dirt in the storage room. I’ve got the goods on Norman Rhodes.”

“What goods?” Hannah took her eyes off the road for a moment to glance at her sister. Andrea looked very proud of herself.

“I’ll show you the minute we get back to The Cookie Jar.”

Hannah’s eyebrows shot up and she had all she could do to navigate the turn on Third and Main. “You’ll show me? You didn’t steal anything from Norman’s office, did you, Andrea?”

“It wasn’t exactly stealing. I know I promised not to take anything, but this was just too good to leave behind.” Andrea sat back and gave a smug smile. “I’ll tell you this much, Hannah. Mother didn’t do you any favors when she introduced you to Norman. And he certainly isn’t the man she thought he was!”

Hannah didn’t ask any further questions. It was clear her sister wouldn’t tell her any more until they’d arrived at The Cookie Jar. She turned into the alley, averted her eyes as she drove past the spot where Ron had breathed his final breath, and pulled into her parking spot.

When they came in the back door, Andrea was grinning like a Cheshire cat, and Hannah was beginning to feel very uneasy. She hoped that Andrea had found something trivial, like a patient’s complaint that he’d been overcharged, or a stack of unpaid bills.

“Tell Lisa you’re back and we need to be alone,” Andrea advised as she hung up her coat. “Hurry up. This is important.”

Hannah wasn’t about to argue. She dashed into the shop, told Lisa to please handle the counter for a couple more minutes, and filled two mugs with coffee. Andrea didn’t need the caffeine since she was jazzed enough as it was, but Hannah figured she might need a boost before all this was over. She raced through the swinging door to the back room, set the coffee mugs down on the work island, and slid onto a stool close to her sister’s. “All right, Andrea. This has gone on long enough. Out with it.”

Andrea was obviously enjoying this moment. She opened her purse with a flourish, pulled out a large manila envelope, and pushed it over to Hannah.

“What’s this?”

“Open it,” Andrea instructed. “And then tell me again how nice Norman is.”