“Right next to you.” Mike gestured toward the car that was parked in the slot next to Hannah’s cookie truck. It was an old, faded green sedan with a fake convertible top that had ripped and was spewing out fiberglass stuffing.

Hannah just stared at the wreck in surprise. “Where did you get that?”

“It was Ronni’s new car.”

“Did you say…new?”

“Well, it was new to her. She bought it for five hundred dollars from someone at the bar where she used to work.”

“And it runs?”

“So far, so good. Ronni could never get it to run right. She was always asking for rides because it was broken down. It’s been sitting on the street outside the apartment complex for at least two weeks now, and I figured I’d better move it before it was towed away. But the funny thing is, it runs like a champ for me. I haven’t had a single problem with it.”

Surprise, surprise, Hannah thought, wondering how such a bright guy could be so naïve when it came to the excuses a sexy woman gave him.

“Anyway,” Mike went on, “I decided to use it after I came to see you last night and I had to park way out on the road. My Hummer’s too distinctive. There aren’t that many around town. But if somebody sees this car parked next to you in the garage, they’ll never guess it’s me.”

“True,” Hannah said, but she didn’t add the rest of the comment that ran through her mind. One look and they’ll think somebody abandoned it here, and they’ll have it towed away.

“All done,” Mike said, stepping back with Hannah’s screwdriver in his hand. He glanced down to see Moishe gazing up at him and turned to Hannah. “Do you think he knows we’re on to him?”

“Maybe. Moishe’s a really bright cat.”

“It’s for your own good, Big Guy,” Mike said, reaching down to pet Moishe’s head. Then he straightened up to face Hannah again. “Just flick that red switch on the base of the camera when you leave in the morning, and it’ll record six hours of activity.”

“Activity?”

“It’s state-of-the-art. It won’t record if there’s no activity at the food bowl. It’s motion activated.”

“So I won’t have to sit through hours of tape showing the food bowl and the doorway, and nothing else.”

“Exactly.”

“Thanks, Mike,” Hannah said, leading him to the door. “You really have to go now. I need to get some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a rough day.”

“You have a lot of baking to do?”

“I don’t have to do any baking. Lisa and Michelle are taking care of that. I have to meet Andrea out at Heavenly Bodies.”

“So you’re still doing your early-morning exercises,” Mike said, looking pleased.