“Good girl!” Delores beamed at Hannah. It made Hannah feel about six years old, but it was a very nice feeling.

“We’ll check on Vonnie Blair,” Carrie volunteered. “Delores and I have to go out to the hospital tomorrow to give blood. They’re having another drive. And on the way back, we’ll stop to see Immelda at the rectory.”

“I can take care of Gail Hansen,” Norman said. “She’s scheduled for a checkup tomorrow afternoon.”

“That’s it, then,” Hannah flipped the page, “except for one thing that only Andrea can do for us.”

Andrea looked surprised. “What’s that?”

“I need to get the surveillance tapes from the cameras at Heavenly Bodies on the night that Ronni was murdered. I know there won’t be any footage of the murder. We would have heard about that right away. But I’m hoping we can spot something that Detective Parks and the rookies didn’t notice.”

“Done,” Andrea said. “I’ll ask Bill to bring them home.”

“Thanks. That’s all I have then.” Hannah closed her notebook.

“But I thought you were going to give us something exciting to do,” Delores complained. “Talking to Vonnie when we go out to give blood doesn’t quite cut it, dear.”

“I know. But I really don’t have any…” Hannah stopped and glanced at Norman. And then she started to smile. “I do have something. It’s a real clue, and you’ll have to be careful how you play it. As a matter of fact, you’ll have to go undercover at a bar in Anoka.”

“Undercover at a bar!” Carrie turned to look at Delores. “We can do that, can’t we?”

Delores laughed. “Of course we can.”

“You may have to make a real friend of the bartender to get information,” Hannah told them.

“Not a problem.” Delores looked supremely confident. “It’s the type of assignment that’s absolutely made for us. Tell us all about it, dear.”

Chapter Twenty-One

“Andrea!” Delores pulled her daughter away from the curtain that ensured their privacy. “A good wife doesn’t spy on her husband.”

“If not me, who?” Andrea countered, causing Hannah to cringe at the grammatical infringement.

“If not you, me,” Michelle said, putting her eye to the crack where the curtain met the wall. “Where is he sitting?”

“To the left of the fountain. Right now he’s alone. She was sitting across from him, but her back was to us and I never really had the chance to see anything but the back of her head.”

“What did that look like?” Hannah asked.

“Blond hair, fairly short. It looked like an expensive salon cut, but it’s hard to tell from this far away. They just finished their entrées, and I think Bill just ordered coffee.”

“Cops drink a lot of coffee,” Michelle said. “Lonnie says they go through hundreds of dollars in coffee every week.”