“Her height, her weight, the size and weight of her organs, and a detailed description of scars and markings on her body.” Norman slid the report back into the envelope and leaned back in his chair.

“How much did she weigh?” Andrea asked quickly.

Hannah was puzzled. “What difference does that make?”

“It makes a lot of difference to me.” Andrea turned back to Norman. “Look it up for me, will you, Norman?”

Norman nodded and removed the papers from the envelope again. He flipped to the last page and read Doc’s description. “Female in her late twenties identified as Veronica Alice Ward.”

“Veronica?” Michelle repeated, before Norman could read on. “I thought Ronni was her real name.”

“It was a nickname, I guess,” Hannah said, turning to Norman again. “Please go on.”

“Victim was sixty-three inches in height, one hundred and eleven pounds, fourteen ounces in weight.”

“Almost a hundred and twelve!” Andrea exclaimed. “I’m an inch taller and I weigh only a hundred and ten.”

Hannah exchanged glances with Michelle. There was no reason to point out that the majority of Ronni’s weight had been muscle, and muscle was heavier than fat. That would have been cruel. Instead she decided to change the subject.

“Now that we’ve got a window for the time of the murder, it’ll be a lot easier to check alibis,” she said. And then she reached for the third envelope, the one with the crime scene photos, and drew them out to pass around.

To Andrea and Michelle’s credit, neither one flinched when it came to studying the photos. Perhaps they were getting used to seeing pictures of crime scenes. Or perhaps it helped that neither of them had liked the victim.

“Look at this last one,” Andrea said, passing the photo back to Hannah. “Do you think my flower looks silly?”

At first Hannah thought her sister had flipped round the bend. It was a photo of the back entrance of Heavenly Bodies, and there were two cars parked by the door. Hannah’s cookie truck was on the right, and Andrea’s Volvo was on the left. She studied the photo for another moment and noticed the flower in question. There was a red rose with the stem wound around the radio antenna on Andrea’s Volvo.

“Well, do you? You don’t have to be afraid of hurting my feelings. It’s not like anybody gave it to me for a present or anything. I just put it there when I took Tracey and her friends to the Minnesota Zoo last summer. Hundreds of people go, you know, and I thought it would make it easier to spot my car in the parking lot.”

“I think your rose looks good,” Hannah told her. “Winter’s so bleak, and it’s a bright touch of color.”

“I think it’s nice, too,” Norman said, looking at the photo over Hannah’s shoulder.