the crime. That much was known, but there were still irritating, niggling, frustrating questions to be answered.
Ross had been desperate for the money. Hannah would testify to that fact. But exactly why had Ross needed a hundred thousand dollars? It wasn’t to pay Tom and his investors back. Ross had already done that. There had to be another reason, a reason that Hannah had not yet discovered.
Then there was the matter of the locker key. She had looked. Michelle and Norman had looked. Mike had looked, and Mike’s team of detectives had looked, but no one had been able to find the storage locker that could be opened by the key that Hannah and Mike had found in Ross’s safe deposit box. Where was it? What was in it? Did it have anything to do with the reason Ross had so desperately needed the money?
Had Ross told the truth when he said that his wife needed the money to file for a divorce? Hannah needed to know. And did Ross’s wife have anything to do with her husband’s murder?
Hannah turned at the sign with an arrow that pointed toward Lake Eden Hospital. She drove down the snowy road, turned into the parking lot, and got out of her cookie truck. Her legs were shaking slightly as she got out of the truck and walked toward the hospital. She was early, but that was better than being late.
“Hi, Hannah,” Vonnie Blair, Doc Knight’s secretary, greeted her as she came in the door. “Doc sent me down to bring you to his office.”
“Thanks, Vonnie. Mother’s not here, is she?”
“Not today. Did you want to see any of the other Rainbow Ladies?”
“No, that’s all right. I couldn’t remember if this was her day to volunteer.”
Hannah breathed a sigh of relief as she followed Vonnie down the hallway. She’d deliberately chosen to see Doc on a day that her mother wasn’t scheduled to work.
“Hannah.” Doc stood up and came around his desk to give her a hug. “What can I do for you?”
“I need to ask you a couple of questions,” Hannah said, glancing at Vonnie.
“Of course. You can go on your break now, Vonnie. I’ll catch the phone while you’re gone.”
Once Vonnie had left and shut the office door behind her, Hannah gave Doc a thumbs-up. “Thanks, Doc. I was hoping you’d realize that I wanted a private conversation with you.”
“No problem. Or maybe it is. What’s wrong, honey?”
He’d called her honey. The unexpected endearment took Hannah by surprise and tears began to roll down her cheeks. She cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and blurted out the secret she’d been living with for weeks on end. “I’ve got to know the truth, Doc. I think that I may be pregnant.”
Baking Conversion Chart
These conversions are approximate, but they’ll work just fine for Hannah Swensen’s recipes.
VOLUME
U.S. Metric
½ teaspoon 2 milliliters
1 teaspoon 5 milliliters
1 Tablespoon 15 milliliters
¼ cup 50 milliliters
⅓ cup 75 milliliters
½ cup 125 milliliters
¾ cup 175 milliliters
1 cup ¼ liter
WEIGHT
U.S. Metric
1 ounce 28 grams
1 pound 454 grams
OVEN TEMPERATURE
Degrees Degrees British (Regulo)
Fahrenheit Centigrade Gas Mark
325 degrees F. 165 degrees C. 3
350 degrees F. 175 degrees C. 4
375 degrees F. 190 degrees C. 5
Note: Hannah’s rectangular sheet cake pan, 9 inches by 13 inches, is approximately 23 centimeters by 32.5 centimeters.
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Prologue
The meeting took place in a high-rise office building, twenty stories above the Vegas Strip. The five men wore fashionably cut business suits. There wasn’t a bodyguard in sight, the strains of an Italian aria did not fill the air, and no one’s name was Guido.
The tanned, blond man looked uncomfortable as he addressed the senior member of the group. “I’m sorry it