Part 7 (1/2)
”Then we'll have the ribs. And we'll take all the quarters in the cash register and feed the slots.”
So Lisa had been talking to Herb. Hannah stored that away for future reference and walked back to the bakery feeling much better. Lisa was good company, and as far as anyone else was concerned, they were just going out to the casino to eat ribs and gamble.
It was time to call Norman. Hannah reached for the phone and punched out his office number. If Norman misinterpreted the reason for her call, Bill would owe her. She twisted the cord around her fingers as it rang several times and then Norman picked up.
”Rhodes Dental Clinic. Norman Rhodes speaking.”
”Hi, Norman. It's Hannah Swensen.”
”h.e.l.lo, Hannah.” Norman sounded pleased to hear from her. ”Did you call your mother yet?”
”My mother?”
”She called me this morning to ask if I'd seen you. She said she'd left a bunch of messages on your answering machine, but you hadn't called her back.”
”Guilty,” Hannah admitted. ”I didn't check my machine until this morning and then I was in a rush. I don't suppose you happen to know what she wanted?”
”Not really. But she did ask what my intentions were toward you.”
”What?”
”Relax, Hannah. My mother's the same way. It must be in the genes. They never stop trying to control your life.”
Hannah wasn't about to ask Norman what he'd said. She really didn't want to know. ”I've got a question for you, Norman. Did Ron LaSalle come in to see you yesterday morning?”
There was a long pause and then Norman sighed. ”I'm sorry, Hannah, but I can't tell you that. All information regarding a patient's visit is confidential.”
”Then Ron was was your patient?” your patient?”
Hannah heard a distinct gulp on the other end of the line. ”I didn't say that!”
”Of course you didn't.”
”Then why did you a.s.sume that he was?”
Hannah smiled, very pleased with herself. Perhaps she'd actually learned something in that required logic course she'd taken. ”If Ron wasn't your patient, you could tell me he wasn't. There's no breach of ethics in that. But you said that you couldn't tell me and that means he was.”
There was another beat of silence and then Norman chuckled. ”You're quick, Hannah. And you're right. I guess it can't do any harm to tell you now. Ron was my first appointment of the morning. He came in presenting considerable pain from a fissured molar.”
”A cracked tooth?”
”Yes, in layman's terms. I'm sorry, Hannah. I've got a patient in the chair and I can't talk now. Just hang on and let me check my schedule.”
Hannah waited, s.h.i.+fting from foot to foot. This was important. Norman might have been the last person to talk to Ron.
”Hannah?” Norman came back on the line. ”I'm booked solid this morning, but I don't have anyone scheduled for one. If you come in then, I'll tell you all about it.”
”You want me to come in?”
”I think it would be best, don't you? We really shouldn't talk about something this sensitive on the phone. I'll pick up salads and sandwiches at the cafe and we'll have lunch while we talk. I have something very important to ask you.”
Hannah made a face. The last thing she wanted to do was have lunch with Norman, but if she wanted to help Bill solve Ron's murder, she had to gather all the facts. And the one person left alive who could tell her what had happened during Ron's dental appointment was the dentist himself.
”All right, Norman,” Hannah caved in to the inevitable with all the good grace she could muster. ”I'll see you at one.”
Regency Ginger Crisps Do not preheat oven yet-dough must chill before baking.
cup melted b.u.t.ter (1 sticks) (1 sticks)1 cup brown sugar1 large beaten egg (or two medium, just whip them up with a fork) (or two medium, just whip them up with a fork)4 tablespoons mola.s.ses (that's cup) (that's cup) *** ***2 teaspoons baking soda teaspoon salt2 teaspoons ground ginger2 cups flour (not sifted) (not sifted) cup white sugar in a small bowl (for later) (for later)Melt b.u.t.ter and mix in sugar. Let mixture cool and then add egg(s). Add soda, mola.s.ses, salt, and ginger. Stir it thoroughly. Add flour and mix in. Chill the dough for at least 1 hour. (Overnight is even better.) (Overnight is even better.)When the dough has chilled, preheat oven to 375 degrees F., rack in the middle position.Roll dough into walnut-sized b.a.l.l.s with your hands. Roll the dough b.a.l.l.s in white sugar. (Just dump them in the bowl with the sugar and shake the bowl gently to coat them.) (Just dump them in the bowl with the sugar and shake the bowl gently to coat them.) Place them on greased cookie sheets, 12 to a standard sheet. Flatten them with a spatula. Place them on greased cookie sheets, 12 to a standard sheet. Flatten them with a spatula.Bake at 375 degrees F. for 10 to 12 minutes or until nicely browned. Cool on cookie sheets for no more than l minute, and then remove to wire rack to finish cooling. (If you leave these on the cookie sheets for too long, they'll stick.) (If you leave these on the cookie sheets for too long, they'll stick.) Served these at Mother's Regency Romance Club. They asked me for something from the Regency Period. Why not?
(Tracey loves these as a bedtime snack with a gla.s.s of milk.)Yield: 6 to 7 dozen, depending on cookie size.
Chapter Nine.
Her shop was every bit as crowded as yesterday, and Hannah was relieved when the predictable eleven o'clock lull arrived. It was the time of day when Lake Eden residents decided that it was too late for a breakfast cookie and too early for a lunch cookie. The break gave Hannah time to gather her wits and continue her unofficial, but deputy-sanctioned, investigation. She put on a fresh pot of coffee, wiped down the counter until it was sparkling, and went through the swinging door to the bakery to talk to Lisa.
Lisa had just taken the last pan of cookies from the oven and she greeted Hannah with a smile. ”I'm finished with the baking, Hannah. And your plant's going to make it. Its roots just needed to be soaked.”
”Thanks, Lisa.” Belatedly Hannah remembered the instructions her mother had given her with the plant. African violets needed to be watered from the bottom and not from the top. She walked over to glance at the plant and saw that it looked much perkier. ”I think it needs a new caregiver. Take it home with you, Lisa.”
Lisa smiled, clearly delighted with the offer. ”It's a hybrid called 'Verona's Delight,' and it'll be just gorgeous when it blooms. Are you really sure that you don't want it?”
”I'm positive. It'll be a lot happier with you. Can you hold down the fort for me while I run next door to talk to Claire?”
”Sure.” Lisa whisked off her baker's ap.r.o.n and tied on the fancy one she wore when she handled the counter. ”Go ahead, Hannah.”
Hannah stepped out the back door and immediately s.h.i.+vered. The temperature had dropped at least ten degrees and the clouds were gray and ominous-looking. The radio weatherman had promised clear skies, but she'd been listening to a Minneapolis station and that was fifty miles away.
Claire's Toyota was in her parking spot and Hannah walked over to knock on the back door of Beau Monde Fas.h.i.+ons. Claire didn't open until noon on Thursdays, but she was obviously here.
”h.e.l.lo, Hannah,” Claire greeted her with a smile. ”Come in and I'll show you that darling dress. I had to pull it off the rack yesterday. Lydia Gradin asked to try it, but it wouldn't have been right for her. And Kate Maschler had her eye on it, too.”
Hannah felt immediately guilty. Because of her, Claire had lost a potential sale. ”You should have let one of them buy it, Claire. I haven't even tried it on.”
”But you will. And it'll be absolutely perfect. Come in, Hannah. I'll show you.”
Hannah sighed and stepped into Claire's tiny back room. There was an ironing board set up in a corner next to a stack of dress boxes ready to be a.s.sembled. The air smelled hot. Claire had obviously been pressing out the wrinkles in her new s.h.i.+pment, and Hannah followed her past racks of newly arrived clothing and stepped around the sewing machine that was set up for alterations. She was frowning as she stepped through the gap in the curtain that separated the back room from the dress shop. She knew she'd have to try on the dress that Claire had chosen for her. It would be rude to refuse.
”Here it is!” Claire opened the closet that held her most expensive dresses and removed a hanger that held a black silk c.o.c.ktail dress. ”Isn't it just darling?”
Hannah nodded. What else could she do? It looked like an ordinary dress to her, but she knew next to nothing about fas.h.i.+on, and Claire was the expert.
”Go right in and try it on.” Claire led the way to one of her little dressing rooms. ”Would you like me to help you?”
”No, thanks. I can manage.” Hannah walked into Claire's posh little dressing room and shut the door. ”Are you out there, Claire?”