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 for 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 mad 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.”
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