Fudge Cupcake Murder (Hannah Swensen, #5)(26)

"How about some coffee?" Hannah asked.

"Yes! I've been saving up my coffee allotment, Hannah. Yours is a lot better than my instant."

Hannah headed for the coffee pot. Everyone knew that instant couldn't hold a candle to real coffee brewed from scratch.

"Here you go." Hannah set the mug in front of her sister. "What brings you out so early?"

"I got a phone call from the supervisor. She checked the records for me."

"Fun in the Sun?" Hannah asked, reaching for her notebook.

"That's right. One of their representatives called Bill at eight-twenty and the call lasted one minute."

"Good. Just let me jot that down."

"The only thing is, I don't think it helps Bill any. I drove from our house to the school and timed the trip. It took me twenty minutes. Not that he did it, of course, but Bill could have killed Sheriff Grant at eight and gotten home in time to take the Fun in the Sun sales call."

"Wrong," Hannah said, flipping through the notebook until she found the right page. "I was standing right there in the parking lot while Mike looked for bloodstains. He found they were heaviest right next to Sheriff Grant's car and Mike said that's where it happened. Since the car was at least ten yards away from the Dumpster, it must have taken the killer at least a couple of minutes to drag Sheriff Grant's body there and put it inside."

"And if Bill had done that, he would have missed the Fun in the Sun call by a couple of minutes?"

"Absolutely."

"Thanks, Hannah." A relieved smile spread over Andrea's face. "Could the other call, the one from the roofing company, clear Bill completely if it came in at the right time?"

"Maybe. Didn't you tell me that you got home from the movie with Tracey at nine forty-five?"

"That's right. I looked at my watch when we got out of the car. I was feeling a little guilty because I'd kept Tracey up so late on a school night. I told her to go in the house, kiss her dad, and go straight to bed."

Hannah turned to a clean page in her notebook and crunched the numbers. "The second call could clear Bill if it came in at approximately ten minutes after nine. The time frame's tight, but that would do it."

"Great! I'm going to drive around and look at more roofs, Hannah. I've got to find out who made that second call."

"Take your coffee with you," Hannah urged, dumping the contents of Andrea's mug into a disposable cup.

"Thanks. I'll be back if I find anything."

Lisa waited until Andrea had left and then she turned to Hannah. "What's this about roofs?"

It took Hannah a moment or two, but Lisa caught on right away when she explained about the time frame and how the second telemarketing call could provide an alibi for Bill.

"I'll call Herb right away," Lisa promised.

"Are you going to ask him if he got the same telemarketing call?"

"That wouldn't do any good. Herb always hangs up the minute they say, And how are you this evening? I just thought that since he makes his rounds every hour, he could keep his eye out for roofing trucks."



Hannah had just finished baking an extra batch of Pecan Chews for a special order when the phone rang. Since Lisa didn't pick up right away, Hannah assumed that she was waiting on a customer and grabbed the wall phone in the kitchen. "The Cookie Jar. Hannah speaking."

"I'm glad you answered, Hannah."

"Hi, Mother," Hannah said quickly. Delores sounded a trifle breathless. "Where are you?"

"I'm at a pay phone on the street outside The Pink Giraffe. Guess who got that bear chair for Christmas!"

Hannah rolled her eyes heavenward. "Sheriff Grant is dead, Bill's the prime suspect, Norman's in Seattle and he could be playing spin the dental drill with his ex-fiancйe, and I'm on the outs with Mike. My life is pretty grim right now… and you want me to play guessing games?"

"I'm sorry, dear. Let me rephrase that," Delores sounded only slightly apologetic. "It's just that I'm so surprised. My friend at The Pink Giraffe said that they shipped the bear chair to Suzie Hanks!"

"Luanne's daughter?"

"Yes. What do you think that means?"

Hannah blinked. And then she blinked again. "I'm not sure, but I'll find out. Don't say anything to anybody until you hear from me, all right?"

"But… but… but…"

Delores was sputtering like a badly tuned motor and Hannah interrupted. "Calm down, Mother. It might mean nothing at all."

"But how could that be?"

Hannah thought fast. "Nettie's active in quite a few charities, isn't she?"

"You know she is."

"Let's say one of her charities decided to give a really nice Christmas gift to a needy child. Suzie Hanks would certainly fit the bill."

"That's true," Delores sounded thoughtful. "But why would Nettie tell Claire that she was looking for a present for a relative?"

"Maybe there were other people in Claire's shop and Nettie was protecting the child's identity. You know how touchy Luanne is about accepting charity."

There was a long silence. Hannah knew that her mother was thinking it over. The silence stretched out with only the faint crackles on the line, the earmarks of a long distance call. Finally Delores cleared her throat and spoke again. "You have a point, Hannah. And Nettie's smart enough to realize that Luanne would have packed up that chair and sent it right back if she'd known it was charity. But do you think that's really what happened? It seems pretty far-fetched to me!"