“Do you remember the name of the chapel?”

“I don’t think she mentioned it. She just talked about how good the minister’s Southern accent was and how much he sounded like the real Elvis when he got out his guitar and sang Love Me Tender in honor of their marriage.”

“The theme song from Titanic would have been more appropriate,” Hannah muttered, and immediately felt mean for saying it. Brandi might have been an opportunistic stripper who’d latched onto Martin for what she could get, but she certainly hadn’t deserved to die.

“So what do you want me to do first?”

Andrea’s question brought Hannah back to the here and now. “Will you try to find Shirley Dubinski? I really need to talk to her. Just give me the high sign when you do and I’ll come over to you.”

“You don’t want me to tell her about Brandi, do you?”

“Absolutely no. Mike said to keep it under wraps. He’s hoping that the killer will say or do something incriminating.”

The color fled from Andrea’s cheeks. “You mean … Mike thinks the killer’s still here?”

“Yes. That’s why it’s so important to be on our toes.”

“I will be … at least metaphorically,” Andrea said, levering herself out of the chair.

“You mean figuratively.”

“Whatever. I’ll go look for Shirley, but first I’m going to get another helping of dessert. I have a feeling I’m going to need all the chocolate I can get.”

With Andrea off locating Shirley, Hannah looked around for Michelle. She found her youngest sister sitting at the table that Lonnie had recently vacated.

Michelle stood up to greet her and whispered in Hannah’s ear, “Murder?”

“How do you know?”

“Lonnie’s upstairs guarding the front entrance, Mike’s talking to people in the room down the hall with the door closed, and every time I look around for you, you’re either deep in conversation with Andrea, or you’re running around like a chicken with your head cut off.”

“It’s true I was talking to Andrea, but I’m not running around like a chicken with its head cut off.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m … well, maybe I am,” Hannah conceded. “Do you want to help us investigate?”

“Of course I do. Who got killed?”

“Brandi. Did you get to talk to her?”

“Right after I left Mother and Winthrop. And we need to talk about him later. Anyway, I got over to Martin and Brandi’s table just as she was excusing herself to go to the ladies’ room.”

“And you went along?”

“Of course. You know how that goes here in Minnesota … you can’t go alone.”

“I know,” Hannah frowned slightly. She’d never understood why women had to go into the ladies’ room in pairs, but that’s the way it was in the Midwest.

“Brandi was talkative once we got away from Martin and the other people at the table.”

“What did she say?”

“A lot. She married Martin only five hours after she met him, and she grew up not very far from here.”