There’s no way Earl killed Ross. The worst he’d do if he ran into Ross would be to hit Ross’s car with his snowplow and run him off the road.”
Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good to know! But still . . . sometimes people do terrible things in the heat of the moment and regret it later.”
“True, but Earl was nowhere near your condo complex when Ross was murdered.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because he was up on our street at a quarter to one, plowing out the church parking lot, and there’s no way he could have killed Ross at noon and gotten back to town in the snowplow that fast. I looked out the window at twelve forty-five and saw him working on the church parking lot. And he’d already cleared the street that runs past the church. After that, Earl cleared our circular driveway at the parsonage and he didn’t finish until one-thirty.”
“But he still could have driven out to my condo and killed Ross before three.”
“There’s nothing wrong with your math, Hannah. You just don’t know the whole story. After Earl cleared our parsonage driveway, I went out and invited him in for coffee. Earl was really cold. There’s a heater on the snowplow, but the wind was blowing and it’s an open cab. His feet stay warm, but the snow blows in when he’s plowing.”
“Did Earl tell you that?” Hannah asked, wondering if that was accurate.
“No, Carrie did. She tapes cardboard over the inside of the cab when she rides with Earl.”
That was good enough for Hannah and she quickly revised her timetable. “How long did Earl stay at the parsonage?” she asked.
Grandma Knudson smiled. It was what Delores would have termed the smile on the cat that got into the cream pot in one of her Regency romance novels.
“I gave Earl coffee and since he’d been out there in the cold since morning, I convinced him to have a tot of my homemade rhubarb wine with it. I make my own, you know.”
“I didn’t know.”
“There’s no reason you should. I don’t advertise it, or I’d have a lot more visitors at the parsonage. Rhubarb wine used to be my husband’s favorite treat. Every time he ate ice cream, he wanted my rhubarb wine poured over the top as syrup.”
Hannah started to grin. “You’re a woman of many talents, Grandma Knudson.”
“That’s exactly what he used to say! And Earl said it yesterday afternoon, right after his third glass. When he left me, he told me that he was going to Granny’s Attic to pick up Carrie because he’d given her a ride to town on his snowplow. And since Carrie had always wanted to drive his snowplow, he thought he might let her drive him home.”
“So Carrie was with Earl after he left you?”
Grandma Knudson nodded. “Lisa said they came in for coffee before they left for home and Earl ordered two coffees to go. That was past three, so Earl couldn’t have killed Ross.”
“You’re right,” Hannah admitted, reaching for her murder book and flipping to Earl’s page. She crossed out that page with a big x-mark and flipped to the next page.
“How about Bud Hauge?” she asked. “You told me you heard him say something about teaching Ross a lesson after my talk at church on Sunday.”
“He did, but Bud is all bark and no bite. Besides, he’s hobbling around on crutches. There’s no way he could have made it up your outside staircase.”
“What happened to Bud?”
“I’m not sure. All I heard was that it had something to do with a revival of the limbo at the Golden Eagle and Bud came in third.”
Two down, one to go, Hannah said to herself. She almost hated to ask and nullify her whole suspect list, but she had to know.
“How about Hal McDermott? You told me that he was pretty hot under the collar about Ross at the social hour after Sunday’s church services. Do you think it’s possible that he’s involved?”
“Hal’s got a temper on him, but I don’t think he has anything to do with it. You’d better check with Rose. I think Hal’s weekly poker game was yesterday afternoon and he wouldn’t miss one of those. Rose told me that Hal lost last week to Al Percy and he vowed to win it all back this week.”
Hannah was surprised. “I knew they played poker, but I thought it was just for chips or something like that. I never realized that real money