Free A Fishy Dish (A Hooked & Cooked Cozy Mystery Series Book 3) by Lyndsey Cole Page A

dead.” Jack made a feeble attempt at changing the subject, or at the least, lightening the mood.
    “The doctor already filled me in on your condition.” She shook the paper in Hannah’s face. “Well?”
    “It’s only a theory. I—” she decided to leave Samantha out of the equation, “I think it could be Matt White’s sister; back in town for the vigil tonight for Sally.”
    Pam stood with one hand on her hip and the other holding the paper up by one corner. “Where did this come from?”
    Uh oh, another tricky explanation. “Sean Payne sketched it last night at The Chowder House. Before all the drama started.”
    “He gave the drawing to you?” The wrinkles in Pam’s forehead deepened as she looked over the top of her glasses at Hannah. “It’s my understanding that he forgot it on the table where he was sitting alone and it was gone when he returned to get it.”
    “Oh. I guess it sort of fell into my lap when—”
    Pam put her hands up. “Stop right there before you make a complete idiot of yourself.”
    “Could you hand me my water?” Jack asked his daughter.
    Pam glared at him but did hold his water glass so he could sip through the straw. “I can’t believe you scared me half to death, and when I arrive, not knowing what I’d find here, you’re plotting with her .” Pam’s finger jabbed in Hannah’s direction. “Behind my back.”
    Pam liking Hannah was so not going to happen over their shared concern for Jack. As a matter of fact, it probably set the whole possibility back a decade, at least.
    “If I had this last night,” she jiggled the drawing for emphasis. “I would have known who she was when she was questioned outside The Chowder House. The name, Janice Jones, she gave didn’t ring a bell at the time. You’re gonna help me find this Janice Jones, Ms. Holiday. She described a man at the scene of the crime that matched Matt White’s description. With this new information about her, it means she identified her own brother in the back of The Chowder House at the time of the murder. She wasn’t some random person from the restaurant, but a possible suspect with a motive. A big motive.”
    Hannah sat in the chair, stunned into silence. Apparently it wasn’t Chef Belair who saw Matt White. Where was he? Pam must be completely shook up from worrying about Jack to let her wall down enough to share that much information.
    “At the vigil tonight,” Pam continued. “Your eyes will be working for me . Got it? And your lips are sealed.”
    Hannah nodded. “What about Chef Belair?”
    “He’s free. For now.”
    Hannah nodded. “What about Sally?”
    “Sally White? What about her? Are you going to tell me you saw her in town, too?” Pam’s voice was one decibel below complete hysteria.
    “No,” Hannah managed to squeak out. “Samantha Featherstone thinks Sally could be in town.”
    “That old lady who’s pretending to be a private investigator?” Pam snorted. “I did some research on her and it might do you some good to look into her background before you get too chummy.”
    Hannah looked at Jack, hoping for some details about that comment.
    He shrugged.
    Hannah stood up and reached for her drawing.
    Pam pulled the paper out of Hannah’s reach, folded it carefully and tucked it in her own pocket. “I don’t think so. This is evidence now.”
    Jack shooed Hannah away. “Thanks for checking on me. Skedaddle now so I can get some rest.” He winked.
    Pam turned her back to Hannah. Her method of dismissal.
    Hannah checked the signs in the hallway and found her way to the waiting room. Samantha was in a deep conversation with another hospital visitor as she beckoned Hannah to join them.
    “I’ve got a coffee here for you, too, my dear.” Samantha reached under her chair for Hannah’s coffee. “And guess who I have the pleasure of chatting with?”
    Hannah smiled at the woman sitting on the other side of Samantha. She wasn’t feeling particularly social, especially