place while you're on leave.'
Barbara stared at Hannah in surprise. 'She is?'
'That's right. You don't approve?'
Barbara looked very uncomfortable. 'It's not that Shawna Lee's incompetent. She's actually a very good secretary. But her people skills are… well… let's just say that I wouldn't have chosen her. What was she doing when you saw her?'
'She said she'd found some reports that were misfiled and she was putting them back in the proper place.'
Barbara began to frown. 'I certainly hope she didn't mention it to anybody, especially since she probably thought I'd done it.'
'I don't know about that, but she did think you'd done it. She was very understanding about it, though. She said she knew you'd worked for Sheriff Grant for years and you were bound to be shocked and upset over his murder.'
'That's true,' Barbara said, 'but I didn't misfile those reports. Sheriff Grant's the one who couldn't put a file back in its jacket. He was always pulling reports and taking them home with him. And he insisted on putting them back in the file drawer himself so I wouldn't know which ones he'd taken.'
'He was that secretive?'
'Oh, yes. He didn't want anyone to know his business, not even me. I used to call him James Bond.'
Hannah grinned at the comparison between the handsome, debonair James Bond and short, stocky Sheriff Grant. 'I'll bet you didn't say it to his face.'
'Yes, I did. He took it as a huge compliment. He was really into James Bond things. I think he fancied himself as some sort of super spy.' Barbara chuckled a bit over the memory. 'He really thought he was putting one over on me with those reports.'
'But he wasn't?'
'Heavens, no! I knew exactly which reports he'd taken. They were the ones that I found misfiled.'
Hannah laughed, but she sobered quickly as something occurred to her. 'Do you think the misfiled reports could have something to do with the big case he was working on to win the election?'
'Oh, I don't think so. If Sheriff Grant took them as part of his investigation, he would have kept them.'
Hannah drew in her breath sharply as she remembered a comment Shawna Lee had made. 'Shawna Lee told me she thought one report was missing.'
'Why did she think that?'
'Because there was one hanging file folder with nothing in it.'
'She's right. I never put a hanging file folder in the cabinet unless there's a report in it.'
'If you went out there and looked, is there any way you could tell which report was missing?'
Barbara shook her head. 'Sorry, Hannah. The hanging file folders weren't labeled. I really wouldn't have the slightest idea.'
Hannah sat there thinking for a moment. She had the sneaking suspicion that the missing report was an important clue to Sheriff Grant's murder, but she had no idea how to find it. 'It's a lot easier in the movies.'
'It sure is! And it's a lot more exciting and romantic, too.'
'I'm not that sure about the romance,' Hannah said, remembering the smoldering looks Shawna Lee had given Mike at Bertanelli's. 'I heard you were thinking about quitting. You're not going to do it, are you?'
'Well… I've been there a long time and the pay's not that good. I was doing some thinking about taking early retirement.'
'Please don't,' Hannah said with a frown.
'Why not?'
'Two words.
'I see. How about if Bill doesn't win?'
'Then Mike will keep the job of acting sheriff until the board elects a new one. And Shawna Lee will be his secretary.'
'So then
'Right. How about it, Barbara? You're not going to let us down, are you?'
'Well…' Barbara gave a little sigh. 'I guess I could go back for a while, at least until the new sheriff gets off to a good start.'
Hannah started to grin. 'Thanks, Barbara. We were hoping you'd stay at least for a month or so. That'll give Andrea a chance to explore other career options for Shawna Lee.'
'Other career options?' Barbara looked puzzled.
'That's right. Preferably something in a foreign country, or perhaps outer space.'
Chapter Eighteen
'Thought I heard you come in.' Lisa opened the swinging door to the kitchen and stuck her head in.
'It sounds busy up front,' Hannah remarked, hearing the sound of a multitude of voices from the coffee shop.
'It's packed. I just wanted to tell you I've got news on the Maschler front.'
'You do?' Hannah hung her jacket on the hook by the back door and looked at Lisa inquiringly.
'Come up front when you're ready and I'll tell you. They're all gossiping about Mike anyway and once you answer their questions, they won't pay any attention to us.'
'What about Mike? What questions?' Hannah asked in quick succession, freezing in the act of washing her hands.
'Babs Dubinski saw a blonde in Mike's Jeep last night and he was turning off the highway into his apartment complex. She told all the ladies when she came in to have her hair done, and they all came over here.'
'Why?' Hannah asked, even though she already knew the answer.
'To find out if you know about it. And if you don't, they want to be the first to tell you.'
'Give me strength,' Hannah murmured with a sigh. 'Just say you told me and now I know about it.'
Lisa shook her head. 'That's no good. I'll have to give them some kind of scoop, or they'll never leave.'
'Okay.' Hannah thought for a moment. 'Tell them I don't know for sure, but I think the blonde was Mike's temporary secretary, Shawna Lee Quinn. And I have no idea why she was in Mike's Jeep when he drove into his apartment complex.'
'That should work. As long as they have her name, they'll go back to the Cut 'n Curl and see what they can dig up about her. I'll come back and give you the all-clear when they leave.'
'Thanks, Lisa,' Hannah said, keeping her expression carefully neutral until Lisa had gone back into the coffee shop. Then she began to wash her hands again, scrubbing them much harder than necessary. She had to find out what was going on between Mike and Shawna Lee. And if Mike wasn't forthcoming the next time she saw him, she'd just have to run up the street to the Cut 'n Curl and sic Bertie and her customers on him!
Getting the all-clear took a while and Hannah had time to mix up a batch of Molasses Crackles for the next day. She'd just stashed the bowl in the cooler when Lisa poked her head in the door.
'They're gone. You can come up front now.'
Hannah wasted no time pushing through the swinging door and stepping into the coffee shop. She'd felt like a coward hiding out in the kitchen. She took one look at the glass serving jars behind the counter and gasped. 'What happened to all the cookies?'
'Bertie and her customers had four apiece.'
'I guess there's nothing like a little gossip to fire up the appetite.' Hannah poured a cup of coffee for