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Authors: Joanne Fluke

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“What’s in the crate?” Mike asked.
“It’s empty,” Delores told him. “I bought it for Sammy.”
“Sammy?”
“This Sammy.” Delores lifted a corner on the blanket so that he could see the puppy in her arms. “Sammy is Lisa’s new puppy, and he’s going to be staying here during the day.”
“I take it Sammy’s another police dog in training?” Mike asked, winking at Hannah. He was the one who’d told her that it was okay to bring Dillon into the kitchen as long as he was a police dog in training.
“That’s exactly what he is,” Hannah said. “Either that, or he’s a service dog in training. We’ll just have to wait for him to grow up a little before we decide.”
“Fox terrier?” Mike asked.
“That’s what Doctor Bob thought,” Herb said. “Grab the car keys, will you Mike? Once we get that crate in and set it up, Delores won’t have to hold Sammy any longer.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” Delores said. “He’s a little angel. He just licked my hand.”
Hannah stared at her mother in surprise. Delores seemed to be developing a soft spot in her heart for animals. Come to think of it, she was also getting much more compassionate about other people’s problems, and more generous with her friends. Something was changing her mother’s outlook on life, and Hannah liked the change.
Mike turned around to grab the keys. “What’s this?” he asked, noticing the envelope with the autopsy report. “It’s from Lake Eden Memorial Hospital.”
“Oh, it’s just something Doc Knight wrote,” Delores told him . “I didn’t have time to read it when I was out there this morning, so I brought it with me to read later.”
Smooth
, Hannah thought.
And everything you said was perfectly true and terribly misleading. That’s a real art form and I wish I could do it.
It didn’t take long for the men to bring in the crate. It took even less time for Hannah to grab the envelope with the autopsy report and slip it into a drawer.
When the men came in with the crate, Hannah had them put it in the corner and slip Sammy’s new dog bed inside. Then Herb settled the little dog inside.
“You can leave the crate door open,” Hannah told Herb. “I’m through baking for now, and I can keep an eye on him.”
“I don’t think he’s going anywhere right now,” Delores reported. “The minute he got settled in that bed, he closed his eyes, gave a big sigh, and went straight to sleep.”
Hannah glanced at the puppy in the crate. Her mother was right. Sammy was fast asleep. He looked warm and comfortable cuddled up in his new soft dog bed, and she found herself wishing that she were small enough to crawl into the crate and snuggle up next to him.
“Where’s your parka?” Delores asked, jogging Hannah out of her fantasy.
“It’s on the hook by the back door.”
“No, it’s not. And I don’t see it anywhere in the kitchen.”
Hannah glanced at the hooks by the back door. Delores was right. Lisa’s quilted coat and Michelle’s heavy wool jacket were the only things hanging there. “Don’t worry, Mother. It’s got to be around here somewhere.”
“I’ve heard
that
before,” Delores said, and then she laughed. “When you were a child, you lost at least one thing a week in the winter. You took off your parka, or your scarf, or your mittens and then you promptly forgot where you put them.”
“But they always turned up,” Hannah defended herself even though Delores seemed amused by the memory. “Don’t worry, Mother. I didn’t lose my parka. The only thing I’ve lost lately is sleep!”
Chapter Eleven
“
W
hat did Mike say when he saw Mother’s envelope from the hospital?” Andrea asked, turning on the access road that led to the Lake Eden Inn.
“What’s this?”
“It’s the access road for the Inn. Weren’t you paying attention?”
“I was, and I wasn’t asking you what this road was. I was repeating what Mike said. He saw the envelope with the autopsy report and he asked “
What’s this
?”
“Did you have to lie to him?”
“Not me. Mother answered Mike’s question, and she managed not to lie either. She said it was something Doc wrote, and she brought it with her to read later.”
“Smart.”
“It certainly was. Mother’s a master at skirting the truth.”
“That’s true, but Mike’s a detective. He was trained to be suspicious.”
“I know. I think he probably guessed what it was.”
“But then why didn’t he follow up?”
“Because he didn’t want to know for sure. If he’d known for sure, he would have had to take it. He told me a long time ago that only authorized people are allowed to have access to autopsy reports.”
Andrea gave a loud sigh. “That means Mike knows we’re investigating. And he’s going to read you the riot act about it.”
“No, he won’t. I think he knows it won’t do any good.”
Andrea chuckled. “Well, he’s right. Telling you not to investigate is like telling the wind not to blow.
They were very close to the Inn now. Hannah could see it through the trees. She expected Andrea to drive past the front and turn down the road that led to the parking lot, but she drove behind the building and parked her Volvo in a spot clearly marked for deliveries.
“You can’t park here,” Hannah said. “It’s just for deliveries.”
“I’m delivering you. You don’t want to walk all the way from the parking lot in those ratty blankets, do you?”
“No. They’re not very warm. Are you going to drop me off and drive down to the parking lot by yourself?”
Andrea didn’t say a word. All she did was shut off the motor and reach for the handle to open the driver’s door.
“Sally’s going to be mad if she gets a delivery and this spot isn’t clear.”
“No, she’s not. While you were looking for your parka, I called Sally on my cell phone and asked her if I could park here. Now hurry and shrug off those awful blankets. There’s no way I’m walking into the Inn with someone who looks like a street person!”
Hannah sighed heavily and shrugged off the blankets she’d taken from the back of her cookie truck. “I just don’t understand what happened to my parka,” she said as Andrea opened the back door and they stepped inside, into the warmth. “I looked all over and it’s just not there.”
“Are you sure you wore it?”
“Of course I wore it. It was cold this morning.”
“Then maybe somebody took it?”
“Who?”
Andrea shrugged. “A thief opened the back door when you were using the mixer? When he saw that your back was turned, he grabbed it and ran off with it?”
“Why mine, when there were better jackets hanging there? Mine was really old. And that tear in the sleeve was already there when I got it from the thrift store. I still say it’s there somewhere. It just has to be.”
“We’ll look again later,” Andrea promised, leading the way to the lobby and crossing it to the cloakroom so that she could hang up her coat.
“Nice outfit,” Hannah said once Andrea’s coat was off and hanging on the rack. “It’s a good color on you.”
“Thanks.” Andrea turned around in a circle so that Hannah could see that the embroidered border of pink roses on the jacket of her wine-colored pantsuit went all the way around the bottom. “Who did you want to talk to first?”
“I’ll talk to Sally first to get her impression of the band.”
“That’s a good idea. Let’s see if she’s in her office.”
When they got to Sally’s office just off the kitchen, she was on the phone. Hannah and Andrea sat down in the chairs facing her desk and waited for her to end her conversation.
“They just walked in. Hold on a second and I’ll ask her.” Sally turned to Hannah. “Did you find your parka yet?”
“No.”
“No, she didn’t,” Sally said into the phone. She listened for a moment and then she smiled. “I’m sure she’d appreciate it. Come right out.”
Hannah waited until Sally had hung up the phone before she spoke. “That was Lisa, she found my parka, and she’s bringing it out to me?”
“No, no, and yes. It was your mother, she didn’t find your parka, but she bought you a new one and she’s bringing it out to you because she’s afraid you’ll catch a cold.”
“You don’t catch a cold from the cold,” Andrea said. “I heard that on television last night. You have to be exposed to some kind of virus.”
Sally nodded. “I heard that, too. It was on the medical segment of the KCOW Evening News.” She turned to Hannah. “Andrea told me you girls were investing the hospital murder last night. I’m guessing you’re here to talk to the band. Am I right?”
“You’re right.”
“Who do you want to talk to first?”
“You,” Hannah said, pulling out her steno notebook and turning to a fresh page. “Tell me your impression of the band.”
“Together as a group, or individually?”
“Individually.”
“Shall I include the newest band member?”
“There’s a new band member?”
“Yes. They held an audition, and they found a new keyboard player. He’ll be playing with them at the show tonight. I saw Eric in the hall right after the audition and he said the new guy was even better than Buddy.”
“Is it someone local?” Andrea asked.
“It certainly is!”
Sally gave a smile that reminded Hannah of one of the phrases Delores used in her Regency Romance books. She looked like
the cat that got into the cream pot
. “Who did they hire?” Hannah asked, unable to stand the suspense any longer.
“Devin Murphy. Bridget called me a little while ago and made a reservation for ten. The whole Murphy clan is coming out here tonight to hear him.”
“That’s just wonderful!” Hannah turned to Andrea. “You’d better call Michelle to let her know. She’s going to be very excited. And will you ask her to call Lisa and tell her that the band is going to play tonight? Her dad and Marge want to come out here for dinner and stay to hear them.”
“Sure.” Andrea pulled out her cell phone and got up from her chair. “I’ll call from the lobby. The reception’s better out there.”
“The band certainly moved fast,” Hannah commented.
“I’ll say! But that’s not surprising. Lee told me they’ve been looking for a replacement keyboard player.”
“Buddy Neiman was leaving the band?”
“That’s right. He gave notice the day after Dick and I heard them in Minneapolis. They were so good, we booked them to headline our jazz festival.”
“Did Buddy give any reason for leaving?”
“Not specifically. He told Lee he wanted to get out of the Minneapolis area for personal reasons, and he refused to discuss them. He wanted to leave right away, but Lee talked him into giving them two months to find another keyboard player.”
“How long ago did you hear them play in Minneapolis?”
“Give me a minute and I can tell you exactly.” Sally flipped pages on her date book and then she looked up. “Here it is. We went to Club Nineteen on the second Saturday in February.”
Hannah calculated quickly. “So Buddy was leaving the band right after they played here?”
“That’s when the notice Buddy gave Lee was up. So, yes. Unless Buddy reconsidered and he hadn’t told Lee yet, he was leaving the band right after they finished our gig.”
Hannah scribbled a few notes, and then she flipped to a fresh page in her notebook. It was time to move on to another subject. “I know they’ve been here for less than a day, but will you give me your impressions of the band members so far?”
“Of course,” Sally agreed quickly. “For what it’s worth, I like Tommy the best.”
“Tommy Asch,” Hannah said and waited until Sally nodded. “Why do you like him best?”
“He seems the most genuine, and he doesn’t have an oversize ego like Karl does.”
“Karl’s too full of himself?” Hannah used an expression that was common in Lake Eden.
“I’ll say! That young man thinks he’s Art Blakey and Max Roach all rolled into one, and he doesn’t have one tenth the talent they did.”
Hannah understood. She knew a bit about the legendary jazz drummers. “What do you think of Tommy’s wife?”
“Annie’s as sweet as they come. She told me she helped the bus driver rescue the puppy.” Sally stopped and looked slightly worried. “She also told me that you took him. How’s that working out?”
“It couldn’t be working better. Lisa adopted him.”
“That’s perfect! The last time she was out here with Herb, she told me that Dillon needed a companion dog.”
Hannah glanced down at her sheet again. “How about Conrad Bergen?”
“Connie’s okay, and he’s going to be very popular out here. He’s so handsome, he’ll have plenty of the Lake Eden girls trying to pick him up. I know a couple of my younger waitresses tried last night, but that didn’t work. Lynnette stuck out her claws and ran them off.”
“Let’s talk about Lynnette.”
“That girl is big trouble. Last night she was hanging all over Connie, but this morning she switched her attention to Karl. I was there at rehearsal, and there was some heavy tension going on between Connie and Karl. Lynnette seemed to enjoy setting the two of them against each other. She’s an instigator, pure and simple.”
Sally stopped speaking, and her eyes seemed to focus at a point just above Hannah’s head. She gave a little nod, and then she made a thumbs-up gesture.
Hannah stared at her, thoroughly mystified. “What does
that
mean?”
“It means I approve.”
“You approve of the fact that Lynnette is an instigator?”
“No!” Sally gave a little laugh. “Did you forget that the window behind you looks out on the kitchen?”
“I forgot all about that window. Did someone show you something?”
“Yes. It was a Pucker Up Lemon Cake, and it looked just wonderful. They have to check with me before I’ll let them put it on the dessert cart.”
Hannah made a note to try the cake the next time she came out to the Inn for dinner. Then she got back to business. “Let’s talk about Eric. What do you think of him?”
“I didn’t really get any strong impression of him. He’s not sinfully good looking like Connie, but he’s not bad looking, and my waitresses seem to like him. A couple of them told me he was really funny. I know he cracks jokes during their performances, and I don’t think they’re rehearsed. He’s just really quick on his feet.”
“How about Drake?” Hannah asked, since Sally hadn’t mentioned him.
“I’m not sure. Drake seems to be a nice boy, and I know he’s the youngest member of the band. He’s talented, and he seems very serious about his music. He’d be a handsome guy if he lost a little weight, but I don’t think he really cares that he doesn’t get very much female attention. I don’t know if that’s because he discourages it, or because he’s totally focused on the music.”
“Lee’s next. Tell me about him.”
Sally’s eyes narrowed, and she frowned slightly. “I don’t like him,” she said.
“That sounded pretty definite for a first impression.”
“It wasn’t a first impression. I dealt with him when Dick and I booked the band. He’s very cold and businesslike, and I’m almost sure he’s got money.”
“From managing the band?”
“Maybe, but I don’t think they’ve hit it big enough for that. My guess is that Lee has another source of income.”
“An illegal source?”
“I wouldn’t put it past him. I don’t think Cammy would be that interested in waiting on him hand and foot, and doing the other things she does for him if money weren’t involved. He’s really not very nice to her, you know.”
“I didn’t know. Give me an example of what you mean.”
“She said something last night about the bus driver and how awful she felt that he was dead, that he was almost like a father to her. I was bartending and I heard the whole thing. It was plain that she was grieving, but Lee just told her to shut up and stop bellyaching about it.”
“That’s cold.”
“You bet. And the surprising thing is, she did exactly what he told her to do. She put on a smile and didn’t mention the bus driver at all for the rest of the night. Lee’s got some sort of control over her. I’m just not sure what it is.”
Hannah jotted a few more notes, and then she stood up. “Thanks, Sally. You’ve been a big help. Can I get a list of the band’s room numbers?”

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