Part 14 (2/2)

”No. All of his home delivery customers were still asleep and we didn't meet anyone at the school. That's why I said I'd go along. Ron promised that no one would see me.”

”Was there any time that Ron was out of your sight?”

Danielle frowned as she thought about it. ”Only when he was loading the truck, but there wasn't anybody else around.”

”Then Ron didn't meet anyone at all?”

”No, I don't think...” Danielle stopped and her eyes widened. ”Wait! After Ron loaded up for his commercial route, he had to run back inside the dairy for another box of pens with the Cozy Cow logo on them. He was leaving them with every order and it was some kind of promotional thing. When he came out, he said that Max had better get a move on or he'd be late for the b.u.t.termakers' Convention.”

”Then Ron saw Max?” Hannah felt a p.r.i.c.kle of excitement. ”What time was that?”

”Six-fifteen. Ron asked me to check to make sure he was on schedule. He was so organized, Hannah. He...he had everything worked out to the minute so he wouldn't b-be late.”

Danielle's voice quavered and Hannah reached out to pat her on the shoulder. Danielle couldn't break down now-there wasn't time. ”You're helping a lot, Danielle. Ron would be very proud of you.”

”You're right. I think he would.” Danielle took a deep breath and let it out in a quivering sigh.

”Do you know why Max was at the dairy so early?”

”He was meeting with someone in his office.”

”Max was in a meeting at six-fifteen in the morning?”

”That's what Ron said. I don't know who was with him, Hannah. Ron didn't say.”

Hannah drew a deep breath. She wished she had time to think about how this new information fit into the picture, but there would be time for that later. ”Try to remember what everything looked like at the dairy when Ron drove in to reload the truck. Did you see any cars in the parking lot?”

”I know Ron's car was there. That's where we parked when we got there at four in the morning. I don't know about later, Hannah. The parking lot's in the rear, behind the building. When Ron came back to load up for the second time, he used the truck road at the side. That's where the loading dock is.”

”How about when you left? Did you drive around the building?”

Danielle shook her head. ”There's a turnaround on the side, and Ron used that. We didn't drive past the parking lot at all.”

”Thanks, Danielle.” Hannah walked over to unlock the door. ”You've been very helpful.”

Danielle gave Hannah a timid little smile. ”I feel really bad that I didn't ask Ron who was with Max in his office.”

”That's okay.”

”But it's important, isn't it?”

”It could be, but you had no way of knowing. Besides, we can always ask Max.”

”That's right.” Danielle looked very relieved. ”I'd better get back to Boyd. And I suppose you need to get back to Norman.”

After Danielle had left, Hannah sat down on the cus.h.i.+oned bench in front of the mirror and thought about what she'd learned. Ron had seen Max at six-fifteen, meeting with someone in his office. It could be something, or it could be nothing. Only time would tell.

Chapter Sixteen.

Hannah groaned as she approached Andrea and Bill's table. Somehow Delores and Carrie had found them, and both mothers were looking impatient. She felt like turning around and going back to the ladies' powder room, but her mother raised her hand and wiggled her fingers. It was too late. She'd been spotted.

”There you are, dear!” Delores gave her a wide smile. ”We're ready to take the pictures now.”

”That's just wonderful.” Hannah's reply sounded sarcastic, even to her own ears, and she smiled to take the edge off her words. She glanced at Norman. He didn't look at all upset about the upcoming photo session, but perhaps he was one of those lucky people who were photogenic. Hannah knew she wasn't. No trick of the light or instruction from the photographer could make her look good on Kodak paper.

The mothers led the way across the room. Norman left Hannah to take his mother's arm, and Bill followed suit with Delores. Hannah pulled Andrea back just a bit so that she could apologize. ”I'm sorry, Andrea. I didn't mean to be gone so long.”

”That's okay. You were right, Hannah. Some of the things that Norman said were really funny. We were having a good time until the mothers found us. They want us to pose, too.”

”Great.” Hannah was more than happy to have company in her misery. ”Maybe you'll make me look good by osmosis or something.”

Andrea laughed. ”Come on, Hannah. You know you look wonderful tonight. That dress is so perfect on you, it even makes your hair look nice.”

”Thanks...I think.” Hannah grinned. Then she realized that the mother brigade was turning down the hallway that led to the ladies' powder room. ”Where are they going?”

”I'm not sure. Mrs. Rhodes said she found the perfect setting for the pictures. I just hope we're not going to barge into someplace we shouldn't be.”

The group stopped at the end of the hall and waited for Hannah and Andrea to catch up. Then Carrie opened a door and ushered them into a large room lined with bookshelves. It was done in a masculine style, with leather couches and armchairs, a ma.s.sive wooden desk, and hunting prints on the walls. There was an incredible river-rock fireplace in the corner, and Hannah stared at it in awe.

”This is Del Woodley's den,” Carrie announced.

”Should we be in here?” Bill looked very uneasy. ”I mean, it's not off-limits to the guests, is it?”

Carrie shook her head. ”I asked him and he said it was perfectly all right.”

Hannah exchanged an amused glance with Andrea. Norman's mother was a lot like Delores. Not only had Carrie waltzed into Lake Eden's only formal affair with her camera, she'd even asked their host if they could use one of his private rooms to take pictures.

”Stand over by the fireplace with Bill.” Delores motioned to Andrea. ”We'll do yours first, just in case Bill gets called away.”

Hannah watched as her sister posed with Bill. Then Carrie decided that the two couples should stand together, and Hannah and Norman joined them. They arranged themselves obediently-Hannah and Andrea in front, Norman and Bill in back, while Carrie clicked away. Then she took another series with the four of them lined up in a row like soldiers, the ”girls” in the center flanked by the two ”boys.”

”Let's take a few on the couch,” Delores suggested. ”That always looks nice.”

Hannah suffered through more photos, wondering how soon Norman's mother would run out of film. As soon as this ordeal was over, she had to pull Bill aside and bring him up to speed. Bill was tracing Ron's movements on the morning of the murder and he didn't know that Ron had gone into the dairy at six-fifteen and seen Max Turner in his office. It might not relate to Ron's murder at all, but it was a new piece of information and Bill could ask Max about his early-morning meeting.

”You look distracted, dear.” Delores waggled a finger at her. ”Concentrate on looking pretty and say cheese.”

”Gorgonzola,” Hannah muttered under her breath, and Andrea started to giggle.

”You're moving, Andrea,” Delores warned. ”Carrie can't focus if you're moving.”

Hannah rolled her eyes just as Norman's mother snapped the picture. Didn't Delores know that most cameras were auto-focus these days? If she had to endure another minute of flashes and admonitions about smiling from her mother, she was going to explode in sheer frustration.

”We'd better take that one again.” Delores turned to Carrie. ”I think Hannah squinted.”

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