Rick had other ideas. He felt that Hannah and her friends should concentrate on the men Ronni had dated, especially if they were married or involved with other women. Rick was candid when he told Michelle that if he’d had the opportunity, he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t have killed Ronni for almost wrecking his marriage. But it wasn’t just the men Rick wanted them to investigate. He thought they should focus on the women and families who’d been hurt by Ronni’s flirtations. He said that if Jessica had been physically capable of doing Ronni in, he wouldn’t put it past her. And although he was sure that his mother hadn’t taken matters into her own hands, Bridget certainly had a motive, and so did any other mother who’d been embarrassed and hurt by her married son’s betrayal.

Four methods to follow to the killer, and Hannah knew there was no way they could accomplish them all. She had to choose which paths to explore and which to set aside. But Mike and Bill were veteran detectives, and they were supposed to know what they were doing. Rick and Lonnie didn’t have quite as much experience, but they’d worked on more cases than she had! She had to prioritize. There was no way she could spread herself that thin. But whose advice should she follow? No one had suggested going out to the gym and talking to the members of Ronni’s classes. Was that a waste of her time? Or were there clues to be found at Heavenly Bodies that would lead her to Ronni’s killer?

Hannah knew she had to stop thinking and get to sleep. It was twelve thirty in the morning, and she had to get up at five. Moishe never seemed to have any trouble getting to sleep. He was stretched out at the foot of the bed, snoring peacefully, making soft little noises. It was a peaceful sound, a familiar sound that usually sent her right off into the Land of Nod, but it wasn’t working tonight. She was too busy trying to figure out how she could accomplish everything that people expected of her.

She wasn’t really prepared for the phone to ring at twelve thirty-five, but she wasn’t terribly surprised either. She reached out to pluck the receiver from the cradle and answered, “Hello, Mike.”

“Hannah!” He sounded surprised. “How did you know it was me?”

Because you’re the only person who’d call me this time of night when you know I have to get up at five in the morning, she thought, but of course she didn’t say it. Mike had troubles of his own. “Just guessing,” she said instead. “What is it?”

“Did Norman give you my notes?”

“Yes, he did.”

“How about the books? Did you read them?”