“You mean besides Shirley? And Laura Jorgensen, because they’re both jealous?”

“Yes.” Hannah jotted down their names.

“Okay, there’s Martin’s mother. From what I heard, Babs didn’t approve of Brandi, but I’m not sure that’s a strong enough motive for murder.”

“I’ll put her on the list anyway. Let’s try to think of something less obvious. This could be the work of someone from Brandi’s past, or some Lake Eden person she knew that we don’t know she knew.”

“Huh?” Andrea looked mystified.

“Maybe someone from Lake Eden went to Vegas and met her there. And maybe they didn’t like the fact she married Martin,” Hannah suggested, thinking of Mayor Bascomb.

“Got it. It’s jealousy again.”

“A very powerful motive,” Hannah reminded her. “Other than the fact every woman here wanted to kill Brandi for looking so gorgeous, there have to be other motives. You talked to Brandi and Martin for at least a half hour before I came over to their table. Did you learn anything important about her?”

“I certainly did! Brandi’s mink coat wasn’t just any old mink. It was a Blackglama ranch mink stroller.”

“Stroller?”

“That’s a coat that comes to the knees. It’s what Mother used to call a car coat. And the price tag was twenty-two point five, not just twenty-two. Do you think someone killed her for her coat?”

“If they did, something scared them off before they could take it. Brandi was still wearing it when I found her and that’s why I didn’t see blood in the snow. The lining of the coat soaked it up.

Andrea’s face turned pale and Hannah reached out to steady her. “Are you all right?”

“I think so. I’m just sick about it, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry I was so descriptive. I shouldn’t have mentioned that part about the lining.”

“It’s not that. I was just thinking about what a waste it is. Martin probably couldn’t afford that coat in the first place and now he can’t even sell it back to furrier.” Andrea stopped and looked thoughtful. ‘I wonder if a really good dry cleaner could get out Brandi’s blood.”

“Maybe. Forget about the coat. When you were talking to Brandi and Martin, did you learn anything personal about her?”

Andrea thought about that for a moment and then she shook her head. “Not really. All she could talk about was how she’d given up her career to marry Martin.”

“Did she mention where she worked?”

“No, I was listening for that. She didn’t really give me any information at all, not even how old she was. It was like she didn’t want anybody to know anything about her.”

“That’s interesting.”

“That’s what I thought. It was almost like she was in the witness protection program, or something like that. She just didn’t say anything about her background. She did tell me all about their wedding, though. An Elvis look-alike performed the ceremony, and they did it at three in the morning at some wedding chapel on the Strip.”