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  Andrea nodded. 'That's fine if Norman doesn't mind taking you.'

  'Oh, good.' Tracey slipped her hand in Norman's. 'Let's go, Uncle Norman.'

  'Uncle Norman?' Hannah asked when Tracey and Norman were out of earshot.

  'Tracey wanted to know what she should call him, and I couldn't think of anything else.' Andrea looked a bit embarrassed. ' 'Doctor Rhodes' was just too formal, you know? Tell me what happened, Hannah. You know how Bill is when he calls me from the field. He never tells me any details.'

  Hannah had just begun to tell the story again when the back door opened and Mike came out. He strode across the snow, greeted Andrea, and then he turned to Hannah. 'More bad news, I'm afraid.'

  'What now?' Hannah snapped. She was in no mood to be charitable to the man who'd just closed down her business.

  'You said that Janie Burkholtz was here with Connie Mac last night?'

  'That's right. They were baking when Norman and I left.'

  'Well, she's disappeared. I just called the inn, and no one's seen her since she left with Connie Mac yesterday afternoon. I sent one of the maids up to check her room, and all her luggage is gone.'

  'Oh, no!' Andrea's face turned pale and she reached out to grab Hannah's arm. 'Connie Mac's killer must have kidnapped Janie!'

  'Calm down, Andrea. A killer wouldn't stop at the inn on his way out of town to let Janie collect her belongings.'

  Andrea thought about it for a second, and then she looked a bit sheepish. 'You're right. I didn't think about that. But . . . what happened to Janie?'

  'We'll find her,' Mike promised. 'Our CIO pulled her picture from the DMV file and we put out an APB.'

  Hannah swallowed hard. She'd been around Mike long enough to know that when he started to speak in initials, it was serious business. Connie Mac was dead, she'd been an impossibly nasty boss, and now Janie was missing. Hannah didn't think for a moment that Janie had killed Connie Mac and fled town, but she couldn't blame Mike for being suspicious. 'Is Janie a suspect?'

  'I'm afraid so.'

  Andrea's face was still pale, but her eyes were blazing. 'Janie didn't kill Connie Mac. That's impossible.'

  'You could be right,' Mike backed off when he saw how upset Andrea was. 'Miss Burkholtz could have a perfectly innocent reason for leaving town, but we won't know what it is until we ask her.'

  Andrea didn't look entirely pacified, and Hannah decided to change the subject. 'Come on, Andrea. I have to go out to the inn. You and Tracey can come along.'

  'Hold it.' Mike reached out to grab her arm. 'Why are you going out there?'

  'I have to find another place to bake and Sally's got a whole bank of commercial ovens in her kitchen.'

  'You're not going out there for any other reason?'

  'I have to bake somewhere,' Hannah said, putting on the most innocent expression she could muster 'You're not going to tell me I can't use Sally's ovens, are you?'

  'No. As much as I'd like to, I can't legally keep you away from the inn. Just stay away from Mrs. MacIntyre's employees and don't talk to anyone connected with the case. That's a direct order, Hannah. If you interfere with our ongoing investigation, I'll charge you with obstruction.'

  Several retorts occurred to Hannah, but she was wise enough to voice none of them. She simply turned to her sister and said, 'Come on, Andrea. We've taken up enough of Mike's time.'

  Five minutes later, they were zipping through town in Hannah's cookie truck, heading fro the house that Lisa shared with her father. It was a slight detour, but Hannah wanted to tell her partner what had happened before she heard it from someone else.

  'Hannah?' Andrea asked, glancing in the back to make sure that Tracey was engrossed in one of the books she'd brought along for the ride.

  'Hmm?'

  'Are Sally's ovens the only reason we're going out to the inn?'

  'That's what I said.'

  Andrea looked disappointed. 'You mean you're just going to let Mike tell you what to do?'

  'He's an officer of the law, Andrea. He has the right to tell me what to do.'

  'But you're not going to listen, are you?'

  'Let's see. . . one of our oldest friends has been accused of murder, I'll have to scrub for hours to get the bloodstains out of my pantry floor, Mother's still made at me for finding another body, and Mike just shut down my business. What do you think?'

  Andrea gave a big smile of approval. 'That's just what I thought. I'll help.'

  -8-

  Lisa opened the door of her father's house, and she smiled as she saw Hannah, Andrea, and Tracey standing on the front step. 'What a nice surprise! Come on in out of the cold. I've got coffee and cinnamon-apple coffee cake in the kitchen.'

  As they followed Lisa to the cheery yellow kitchen in the rear of the house, Hannah silently blessed her for not asking what they were doing at her front door at seven in the morning.

  Lisa's father, Jack Herman, was seated at the table, finishing a slice of Lisa's coffee cake. When he spotted them, he held out his hand and gave a big welcoming smile. 'Hello there, friends. Did you come for a piece of Lisa's cake?'

  'Not exactly, but it looks delicious.' Hannah walked over to Lisa's father and shook his hand. Jack Herman had Alzheimer's, and even though he'd known Hannah all his life, there were times when he didn't remember her. 'I'm Hannah Swensen, Lisa's partner at The Cookie Jar.'

  'Of course you are, ' Jack said, giving her hand a squeeze. 'I recognized you right off today. And that's your sister?'

  Andrea reached out to take his hand. 'Andrea. And this is my daughter . . . '

  'Tracey.' Tracey interrupted her mother and promptly took the chair next to Jack. 'I'm four. How old are you?'

  'I'm older than that, but I used to have a daughter just your age. Did you know that?'

  'Lisa?' Tracey glanced over at Lisa and giggled.

  'That's right. Would you like to have a piece of her cake?'

  'Yes, please.' Tracey nodded and Lisa served her a piece. Once Tracey had tasted it, she looked up at Lisa and smiled. 'This is the best cinnamon apple coffee cake I ever had. When Daddy says it's okay for The Cookie Jar to open up again, you should bake this for breakfast.'

  Lisa looked confused and she turned to Hannah. 'The Cookie Jar is closed?'

  'Mrs. Mac got killer there,' Tracey explained, before Hannah could even think about answering, 'and Daddy and Uncle Mike put yellow tape over the doors.'

  Andrea shot Hannah and Lisa a warning glance and then she turned to her daughter. 'Tracey, honey, I really think it would be better if ' '

  'It's okay, Mommy,' Tracey interrupted, hopping down from her chair and retrieving her plate. 'I'll just go into the other room to finish my cake.' She started off toward the door to the living room, but then she turned back to Lisa's father to explain. 'Mommy never lets me listen when they talk about the really good stuff.'

  Jack Herman's eyes twinkled, but he nodded seriously 'I know just what you mean. Hold on a second and I'll go with you.'

  'They don't want you to listen either?' Tracey looked surprised.

  'I don't think so.' Jack picked up Tracey's glass of milk and pushed back his chair. 'I'll set up a tray for you in the living room. And when you're finished with Lisa's cake, I'll show you my animal collection.'

  'That would be nice,' Tracey said, beginning to smile. 'Are your animals real?'

  'They look real, but they're carved from pieces of wood. And they're much smaller than real animals.'

  Tracey nodded, stepping aside so that Lisa's father could lead the way 'Do you have a hippopotamus? They're my favorites.'

  'I don't remember. Let's go look and see.'

  Hannah, Andrea, and Lisa kept their lips zipped until Jack had left the room with Tracey. Then Lisa leaned forward across the table. 'Is it true?'

  'I'm afraid so.' Hannah sighed deeply. 'Connie Mac was murdered last night while she was baking the Winter Carnival cake. I found her in our pantry when I came in this morning.'

  Lisa shiver
ed. 'Good heavens! I didn't like her much, but . . . murdered?'

  'Somebody must have liked her even less than you did.'

  'I guess! What about Janie? Is she all right?'

  'We think so. The only problem is, Janie's disappeared.'

  It took a moment for this news to sink in. When it did, Lisa looked worried. 'You don't think she saw the murder and the killer . . . ?'

  'No,' Andrea said quickly. 'Janie packed up all her things and left the inn last night. Bill and Mike are looking for her to find out if she saw anything. As of right now, Janie's a suspect.'

  Lisa was frowning as she turned to Hannah. 'Are you going to prove that she didn't do it?'

  'Yes.'

  'That's good. Did they say how long we'd be closed down?'

  'Mike wouldn't give me a definite answer, but he admitted that it could be as long as it takes them to catch Connie Mac's killer.'

  'I don't like the sound of that.' Lisa looked very worried. 'I guess we'd better find another place to bake.'

  'We're working on that. Andrea and I are going to run out to the inn to ask Sally if we can use a couple of her commercial ovens.'

  'That's a good idea,' Lisa said, and then she turned to Andrea. 'I'll keep Tracey with me this morning. Dad loves kids, and we'll take her out to some of the Winter Carnival venues with us That'll give you two a chance to set up your headquarters out at the inn.'

  'Headquarters?' Andrea looked puzzled.

  'For sleuthing. If Sally lets us use her ovens, I'll handle all the baking. The sooner you can catch Connie Mac's killer, the faster we can get back into The Cookie Jar.'

  'Something sure smells good!' Andrea exclaimed as they stepped into the rustic lobby of the Lake Eden Inn.

  'And how!' Hannah began to smile. 'It must be Sally's breakfast buffet.'

  Andrea sat down on the long wooden bench that was attached to the boot rack and pulled off her boots. She placed them on the rack and unzipped her tote bag, preparing to switch to her shoes. 'Hurry up and I'll treat you to breakfast. I didn't get to eat this morning and I'm starving.'

  As Hannah joined her sister on the bench, she recalled that Andrea had eaten two large pieces of coffee cake at Lisa's. for someone who never did more than nibble at a slice of toast for breakfast, she was uncharacteristically hungry. Hannah had been off at college when her sister had been pregnant with Tracey, but Bill had mentioned pounds in the first month. Was the stork about to pay another visit to the Todd household?

  'What?' Andrea asked, intercepting Hannah's searching look.

  'I was just wondering why you're so hungry, that's all,' Hannah explained, shedding her boots and pulling on the pair of suede slip-ons she carried in her purse.

  'I'm not, you know.'

  'Not what?'

  'Pregnant. I saw that look in your eye. You were wondering if you were going to be an aunt again, weren't you?'

  Hannah laughed. She was caught dead to rights Andrea had always been able to read her expressions 'It did cross my mind.'

  'Well, forget it. It's just the cold weather. My body's telling me to put on an extra layer of fat for insulation.'

  'An extra layer?' Hannah glance at her thin and fashionable sister. 'You don't even have layer number one. There's not an ounce of fat on you.'

  'That's because I burn it all off. I have a very active metabolism. Remember how you used to make us oatmeal with brown sugar and chocolate chips when I was in high school?'

  'Of course I do.'

  'You really sold me on breakfast, Hannah. It's my favorite meal.'

  'Then why don't you ever make it?'

  'The last time I tried to cook oatmeal, it burned on the bottom and I had to throw away the pan. Toast and cold cereal is a lot safer. I can't mess that up.'

  Hannah tried to think of something kind to say, but absolutely nothing occurred to her. Andrea was a terrible cook.

  'Let's find Sally and offer to help her. That'll give us a chance to ask her some questions.'

  'Good idea.' Hannah stood up and followed Andrea past the old-fashioned reservation desk. She glanced at the wall of pigeonholes behind it and noted that there were no keys in the little cubicles. That wasn't a surprise. When she'd talked to Sally a few days ago, she'd mentioned that The Lake Eden Inn was fully booked with Winter Carnival guest, reporters, and the people in Connie Mac's entourage.

  Andrea pushed open the door to the large dining room. It was deserted, and she turned to Hannah in surprise. 'Where are all the people?'

  'They're still in their rooms,' Hannah told her. 'It's Saturday and Sally doesn't open the buffet until nine.'

  'But it's . . . ' Andrea stopped speaking and glanced at her watch. 'It's only eight. I thought it was much later than that.'

  Hannah reached out to pat her sister's shoulder. Andrea liked to sleep in on Saturday mornings and she never lifted her head from her pillow until nine. The fact that she'd arrived at The Cookie Jar at six-thirty was tangible proof of her sisterly devotion.

  The two sisters walked past the neatly set tables and headed straight for the inn's large industrial kitchen. As they pushed through the swinging door, Hannah started to smile. Sally's kitchen was her favorite place at the inn, combining modern stainless-steel restaurant equipment with homey touches that were Sally's alone.

  The floor was tile, a must for a restaurant because the health code required that it be kept spotless. But instead of the solid-color ones that most restaurateurs used. Sally had installed designer tile that simulated an old-fashioned multi-colored braided rug. The areas that weren't covered by the oval-shaped rug design were formulated to look like one you might find in an unusually large farmhouse kitchen.

  The long wall that Sally's kitchen shared with the dining room had a window that ran from the stainless-steel counter all the way up to the ceiling. This meant that Sally's kitchen staff was always on display, and they were dressed to take full advantage of that. The women wore frilly caps that satisfied the health department's requirement for head covering and were patterned to match their bib aprons. The men were also on display in colored chef's coats and matching toques. The color scheme changed every day, and today's theme was green.

  'There's Sally,' Hannah said, directing her sister's attention to the far wall, where Sally was removing a tray of freshly baked popovers from the oven.

  Andrea nodded and her face lit up in a smile. 'Popovers! Sally makes the best popovers in the world!'

  'I heard that.' Sally looked pleased as she walked to a clear space at the long stainless-steel counter and tipped the popovers out in a napkin-lined basket. 'Pull up a stool and have one while they're hot.'

  'Do you have time to join us?' Hannah asked.

  'They can get along without me for a few minutes.' Sally passed the basket of popovers to Andrea and set out a tub of butter and a jar of apricot jam. 'What took you so long? I thought you two would be out here an hour ago.'

  'You know?' Hannah was surprised. The sheriff's department never released the news of a murder until after the family had been notified.

  'Of course I know. I was listening to KCOW radio in the kitchen and it was the lead story at five-thirty.'

  'Five-thirty?' Hannah was astonished. She hadn't found Connie Mac's body until ten to six. 'But . . . that's impossible!'

  'You know that, and I know that, but you'd be surprised how many people actually believe in them.'

  'Time out.' Andrea held up her hands. 'It's obvious that you and Hannah are talking about two different things. You first, Sally.'

  'Okay. At five-thirty this morning, Jake and Kelly announced that Ezekiel Jordan's ghost was haunting the halls of the Lake Eden Inn, looking for revenge.'

  'Revenge for what?' Hannah asked the obvious question.

  'For losing his prized rosewood desk in one of F. E. Laughlin's poker games. You see . . . '

  'Wait a second, Sally,' Andrea interrupted. 'Is that the same desk Mother has in her re-creation?'

  Sally nodded. 'Ezekiel and Dick
's great-great-grandfather were contemporaries a hundred years ago. When Dick and I found the desk up in the attic, we assumed that F. E. bought it after Ezekiel died, but Francine uncovered the story about the poker game.'

  'Your stepmother's still here?' Hannah asked. She'd met Francine at Sally and Dick's Christmas party. Francine had planned to stay for a couple of weeks to help out with the new baby, but little Danny was almost two months old.

  'Everything worked out so well, Dick and I invited Francine to spend the winter with us when she's not baby-sitting with Danny, she's researching Dick's family for him on the Internet. That's how she found out about the poker game and Ezekiel's desk. Do you want the long story or the short story?'

  'The long story.' Hannah jumped in before Andrea could open her mouth. 'Tell us about the poker game.'

  'It happened almost exactly a hundred years ago. F. E. and his cronies came out here to do a little ice fishing and hunting. They always played poker on Saturday nights and they invited some of the notables in town to drive out and get in the game. Ezekiel Jordan came out to play, but he wasn't a very good poker player and he ran out of money early.'

  'So he bet his desk?' Andrea looked shocked.

  'That's right. Francine found the slip of paper he tossed in the pot with a bunch of F. E.'s other papers.'

  'Go on,' Hannah urged her.

  'F. E. won the pot, and the very next, Ezekiel loaded up his desk and hauled it out here. On his way home, a winter storm blew up and Ezekiel caught a bad chill. If you know your Lake Eden history, you can guess what happened next.'

  Hannah thought about it for a moment and then she nodded. 'Ezekiel died of a lung ailment, didn't he?'

  'That's right, three days after his trip out here. He blamed F. E. because he got sick, and he told everyone in town that the poker game was rigged.'

  'Was it?' Andrea wanted to know.

  'I don't know,' Sally shrugged, 'but it's certainly possible, especially if F. E. wanted that desk bad enough. He could be ruthless.'

  'So what happened next?' Hannah did her best to get them back on track.

  'Ezekiel swore on his deathbed that he'd come back for his desk and take revenge on everyone who played in that poker game.'