“What is it?’ Michelle asked, noticing Hannah’s frown.

“I’m not sure. There’s something niggling at the back of my mind.”

“Niggling.” Michelle looked pensive. “You use that word all the time. Is that like jiggling and nudging at the same time?”

“That’s exactly what it is! This time it’s a feeling that I should go to see Danielle again. But I don’t understand why. We found out everything we needed to know from her . . . didn’t we?”

“I thought so, but I don’t know for sure. Were you thinking that Danielle might know something more about Phyllis’s murder?”

“Maybe. Were you in school when Boyd Watson was hired, Michelle?”

“Yes, except he wasn’t the head coach. And I don’t think he was married to Danielle yet. They were just dating, and she used to come to all of his games. I know she wasn’t from Lake Eden because nobody at school knew her. And I think she was younger than Coach Watson was.”

“And was that when Phyllis was a cheerleader?”

“I don’t think so, but I’m not positive. Maybe you should ask Danielle.”

“I think I will.” Hannah was about to break her muffin apart and butter it when she felt a strange sensation. She dropped it back on her plate and put her hand to her cheek.

“Do you have a toothache?” Michelle asked her.

“No. No, I don’t. Everything’s fine, Michelle.” Hannah was smiling as she picked up her muffin again and began to butter it. Michelle would probably have her locked up in a padded room if she admitted she believed that their dad had been with her for an instant, just long enough to give her a kiss on the cheek!

* * *

At precisely nine o’clock, Hannah walked down Main Street with a bag of Red Raspberry Muffins in her hand, headed for Danielle’s dance studio. She’d remembered even more about her strange dream, or whatever it was, and today was eerily similar to the one her father had shown on the movie screen. As Hannah neared the dance studio, she wondered what would happen if she walked on past the glass door. Would her father somehow push her back and guide her to where he wanted her to go?

Even though she was curious about what would happen, Hannah stopped at Danielle’s door when she noticed the Christmas wreath that decorated the inside of the glass. It hadn’t been there when she’d visited Danielle yesterday, but it was there now. And it was exactly the same as the wreath that her father had shown her.