"I asked, but your father wouldn"t tell me. Uncle Ed wouldn"t say, either."
"So n.o.body knows?"
"n.o.body knew except your father and Uncle Ed. And they"re both gone now." Delores stopped and blinked hard, several times. "Of course Jack Herman knows, but..."
"But he might not be able to remember," Hannah finished her mother"s thought.
"That"s right. Poor Jack. Your father said he got the worst of it, and they dropped him off at Doc Knight"s clinic to get st.i.tched up. That was before the hospital was built. They didn"t want to take Jack home that way and scare Emmy half to death. Iris was just a toddler, and Emmy was expecting Tim any day."
Hannah made a mental note to talk to Doc Knight about the night he"d treated Gus. Perhaps Lisa"s father had said something about the fight.
"Is there anything else, dear?" Delores asked, glancing at the clock on the wall. "I need to pick up Carrie and go out to the mall. We want to find a little something for Jack"s birthday party."
"There"s just one more thing. Do you think there"s anyone in town who had a grudge against Gus? Maybe somebody who might have wanted to see him dead?"
Delores"s eyes widened. If she"d been depicted as a cartoon character, the little balloon over her head would have contained a drawing of a lightbulb. "Yes, I do! I don"t know why I didn"t think of it right away! Remember when I told you about Mary Sue Erickson?" She waited for Hannah to nod, and then she went on. "Well, that didn"t last long. Gus only went out with her twice. But right after that, he dated Bert Kuehn"s older sister."
Hannah was puzzled. "I"ve never heard of Bert Kuehn"s older sister. Does she live in town?"
"She doesn"t live anywhere, dear. Bert"s sister is dead. She died the night of the senior prom in a terrible car accident."
"You told me Gus was a drinker. Was he driving drunk?"
"Not according to the accident report. It said that Bert"s sister was at the wheel and her blood alcohol level was normal."
Hannah picked up on her mother"s phrasing. "But there was some question about whether Bert"s sister was actually driving?"
"Yes, there was. No one could prove otherwise, but the first person on the scene was the Jordan High baseball coach. He pulled both of them from the car before Doc Knight got there. Everyone in town wondered whether Gus had been driving and the coach had covered it up for him."
"Why would he do something like that?"
"To save Gus"s career and his reputation as a coach. It was a feather in his cap to have one of his ballplayers drafted. As a matter of fact, he left Jordan High the next year and got a job in college baseball as an a.s.sistant coach. I seem to remember it was somewhere in Michigan, but I"m not sure exactly which college."
Hannah flipped open her stenographer"s notebook, the one she"d designated as her murder book, to jot down the names. Bert Kuehn certainly had a reason to hate Uncle Gus, and both Bert and Ellie had been at the dance the night Gus was killed. They"d even brought six of their house specials from Bertanelli"s Pizza for the potluck dinner. "What was the baseball coach"s name, Mother?" she asked.
"Toby Hutchins. But I really don"t know where he went when he left Lake Eden. All I can remember is that his new team was the wolves, or something like that."
"Wolverines?"
"That"s it, dear. Do they play in Michigan?"
"Ann Arbor. The Wolverines is the team name for the University of Michigan athletic program."
"Really!" Delores looked impressed. "How do you know that?"
"It just stuck in my mind," Hannah said, settling for a half-truth. She wasn"t about to tell her mother that she"d worked to memorize the team names from all the big colleges to impress a boy she"d hoped to date in high school.
"I really don"t think you could track him down at this late date," Delores told her. "That was years ago, and I doubt he"s still coaching baseball."
"If he"s still alive, I"ll find him," Hannah said, more confidently than she felt. "Is there anyone else who might have wanted Gus dead?"
"I"m not sure. Perhaps one of the girls he stopped dating in high school carried a grudge."
"Who would that be?" Hannah asked, mentally adding her mother"s name to the list. Of course the way Delores told it, she"d dumped Gus when she"d caught him kissing another girl. That made her the dumper and Gus the dumpee, not the other way around.
"Oh, dear. I can"t really remember all the girls that Gus dated. He was the love-them-and-leave-them type."
"Could you get together with Marge and Patsy when you get out to the reunion, and see if they remember any names?"
"Of course. You know I want to help, dear. I"ll just take these yearbooks with me and see if they remember anybody. And I"ll see whether I can find any of his old cla.s.smates to talk to. Lottie Borge is here. She married a Herman cousin. And she was only a year behind Gus in high school."
Just then Luanne Hanks stuck her head in the door. "Lisa just called and she said to tell you that Iris tasted a cookie. She said she thinks they"re perfect."
"Great!" Hannah exchanged a high five with her mother.
"And Mike Kingston"s here and he says he wants to talk to you. Should I send him back?"
When Hannah nodded, Delores picked up her stack of yearbooks and headed for the door. "What does he want?" she asked as she pulled it open.
"He wants to pick my brain." Hannah gave a little laugh and waved goodbye to her mother. "And since I want to pick his, it amounts to a draw."
"Hi, Mike," Hannah said when he came through the swinging, restaurant-style door that separated the coffee shop from the kitchen. "I"m a little short on time. Do you mind if I mix up a batch of cookies while we talk?"
"I don"t mind, especially if you feed me." Mike flashed her his famous grin.
Hannah glanced over at the trays of cookies ready to be packed up and taken out to the birthday party. "I"ve got Raisin Drops, Mola.s.ses Crackles, Red Velvet Cookies, and Party Cookies."
"What are Party Cookies?"
"These." Hannah held up one of the pretty four-color pastel cookies she"d made earlier this morning. "They"re for Jack Herman"s birthday party tonight, but I"ve got plenty."
"I"ll take one of those and one of the Red Velvet Cookies. I"ve never had either one of them before."
"You got it!" Hannah said, grabbing the cookies and delivering them, along with a mug of black coffee.
"Thanks, Hannah. I expect you"ve been asking questions."
"Some."
"Did you find out anything?"
"Not much." Hannah started to melt chocolate for the Red Velvet Cookies to give her a few seconds to think. She didn"t want to tell Mike too much, but she had to tell him something. "Marge and Patsy talked to me right before dinner last night," she said.
"And?"
"They had some doubt that the victim, the man who claimed to be Gus Klein, really was their brother."
"Really?
Mike"s eyes widened slightly, and Hannah knew she"d handed him a nugget he hadn"t panned. "I guess Marge and Patsy didn"t tell you that."
"No. But it figures they"d tell you."
Hannah stopped in her tracks and turned, six squares of unsweetened chocolate in her hand. "I thought this was supposed to be an exchange of information, not a contest about who"s going to get all the clues and catch the killer first."
"It is an exchange of information! At least that"s what I want it to be." Mike looked very sincere. "Do you think I could be letting my ego get in the way?"
Duh! Hannah thought, but of course she didn"t say it. "What makes you say that?" she asked instead, unwrapping the chocolate, which was beginning to melt in her hand, dumping it into a half-pint measuring cup, and popping it into the microwave.
"It"s just that I pride myself on my interviewing techniques, and I can"t believe I didn"t pick up on something like that and pursue it."
Hannah glanced at him as she set the timer on the microwave. "Maybe it"s a girl thing," she said.
"And maybe I"m losing my touch and you"re just really good at this."
"Fat chance," Hannah told him, melting the chocolate squares and salvaging his ego simultaneously. "I"m just lucky, that"s all. And people talk to me because I was raised here. I"ve got the hometown advantage."
Mike considered it for a moment and then he said, "You"re right. That probably counts for a lot. I like these Party Cookies, Hannah. They remind me of something, but I don"t know what."
"Old-Fashioned Sugar Cookies."
"That"s right!"
"It"s close to the same recipe, but with different flavoring and pretty colors."
"Right. So let"s get back to the ident.i.ty of the victim. Why did Mrs. Beeseman and Mrs. Diehl have doubts about it?"
Hannah was stymied for a moment and then she realized that Mike was talking about Marge and Patsy. "It"s just that they hadn"t seen him for so many years," she tried to explain. "And both of them thought that his personality had changed since he left Lake Eden."
"It probably did. He was pretty young then, wasn"t he?"
Hannah did some mental arithmetic and came up with a figure. "He was in his twenties, I think."
"Point taken. You"re not the same person you were when you were twenty, are you?"
"I hope not!" Hannah said, without thinking. And then she was a bit embarra.s.sed over the vehemence of her answer. She"d been horribly naive at twenty, and she preferred to think that she was wiser and more sophisticated now.
"I bet you were cute!"
Hannah felt her heartbeat speed up as Mike flashed his knee-weakening grin. How could one man affect her autonomic nervous system so drastically? Then she remembered that he"d used the past tense. She was about to call him on it, when he spoke again.
"They had enough time to get a good look at him," Mike continued. "Did they think his physical characteristics matched their brother"s?"
"Yes, but they pointed out that any guy about the right age and height with blondish hair might have fooled them. Marge told me that Gus didn"t have any distinguishing physical characteristics or marks." Hannah stopped speaking, but she quickly convinced herself that telling Mike about the tattoo couldn"t hurt. "But he did," she said.
Mike"s eyes narrowed. "How do you know?"
"You don"t need to know that. Let"s just say that four different people told me about one special physical characteristic that Gus had."
"And that characteristic would be...?"
"A tattoo. It was two crossed bats with a ball between them and it was on his left b.u.t.tock."
"And you know this for a fact?"
"Not me!" Hannah glared at him. "The people who told me about it said that he got it in high school and it was still there unless he had it removed in the intervening years."
"Hold on," Mike said, pulling out his cell phone. "I"ll call Doc Knight and find out. Thanks for telling me, Hannah. This could be important."
While Mike was waiting to be put through to Doc Knight at the hospital, Hannah began to a.s.semble her cookie dough. She mixed the softened b.u.t.ter with the sugars and beat them together until they were light and fluffy. Then she mixed in the baking soda and salt, and added the egg. Once that was incorporated, she mixed the sour cream with the red food coloring and added them to her mixing bowl. As she mixed them in, she half listened to Mike"s conversation with Doc Knight while she debated whether or not she should tell him about how Jack Herman and Gus had fought on the night that Gus left Lake Eden.
"Okay, then. Thanks, Doc." Mike clicked off his phone and looked over at Hannah. "The victim has an identical tattoo to the one you described."
"No," Hannah said, nodding her head.
"What does that mean? You said no, but you"re nodding yes."
"That means I came to a decision about something else, and I was acknowledging the information you gave me about the tattoo at the same time.
"Then the no you said was for the decision."
"Yes," Hannah said, shaking her head.
"Hold on. This time you said yes, but you shook your head no."
"That"s right. Yes, I came to a decision. And no, I won"t tell you what it"s about."
Mike drained the last of his coffee and stood up. "Thanks for the cookies. And thanks for telling me about the tattoo. I"ll let the family know we have positive I.D. I"d better go now. I"ve got a meeting with my team in twenty minutes."
"Take these with you." Hannah reached for the box of cookies she"d packed up for him to take back to the sheriff"s station. "And share them with your team. There"s nothing like chocolate to perk you right up."
PARTY COOKIES.
DO NOT preheat the oven yet. This dough must chill before baking.
2 cups melted b.u.t.ter (4 sticks) 2 cups powdered sugar (not sifted) 1 cup white sugar 2 eggs 2 teaspoons vanilla (or any other flavoring you wish) 1 teaspoon baking soda 1 teaspoon cream of tartar (critical!) 1 teaspoon salt 4 cups flour (not sifted) Food coloring (at least 3 different colors) cup white sugar (for later) Melt the b.u.t.ter. Add the sugars and mix. Let the mixture cool to room temperature and mix in the eggs, one at a time. Then add the vanilla, baking soda, cream of tartar and salt. Mix well. Add the flour in half-cup increments, mixing after each addition.
Divide the cookie dough into fourths and place each fourth on a piece of waxed paper. (You"ll work with one fourth at a time.) Place one fourth in a bowl and stir in drops of food coloring until the dough is slightly darker than the color you want. (The cookies will be a shade lighter after they"re baked.) Place the colored dough back on the waxed paper and color the other three parts. (You can leave one part uncolored, if you like.) Let the dough firm up for a few moments. Then divide each different COLOR into four parts so you have sixteen lumps of dough in all. Place a sheet of plastic wrap on your counter and roll each lump into a dough rope with your hands (just as if you were making bread sticks.) The sixteen dough ropes should each be about 12 inches long.
To a.s.semble, stack the dough ropes, two on the bottom, two on the top, near the edge of the plastic wrap. Squeeze them together a bit and push in the ends so they"re even. Flip the edge of the plastic wrap over the top and roll them up together tightly in one multi-colored roll. Twist the ends of the plastic wrap, fold them over on top of the roll, and refrigerate the rolls as you make them. When you"re all finished, you"ll have four rolls of multi-colored cookie dough chilling in your refrigerator.
Let the dough chill for at least an hour (overnight is fine, too.) When you"re ready to bake, pre-heat the oven to 325 degrees F., rack in the middle position.
Put cup white sugar (granulated) in a small bowl and have it ready next to your greased cookie sheets.
Take out one dough roll, unwrap it, and slice it into inch thick rounds. (Each dough roll should make about 24 cookies.) Place each round into the bowl of sugar and flip it over so it coats both sides. Position the sugarcoated rounds on a greased baking sheet, 12 to a standard sheet. Return the unused dough to the refrigerator until you"re ready to slice more cookies.
Bake the cookies at 325 degrees F. for 12 to 15 minutes, just until they begin to turn slightly golden around the edges. Cool them on the cookie sheet for a minute or two, and then transfer them to a wire rack to complete cooling.