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totally leaving this to the authorities, I couldn't help asking, "What did you find?"
She shook her head, her blonde ponytail swishing behind her. "Nada."
"Fab." I shoveled some more eggs in.
"Don't you see?" she asked, blinking rapidly at me. "There should have been something there. I mean, he had zero papers in his desk, zero correspondence, nothing related to the casino."
"What are you saying?" I asked, the hairs on the back of my neck starting to prick again.
"I think someone's been in here. Someone cleaned his desk out of anything incriminating."
I opened my mouth to speak, but Britton was faster.
"And I don't mean the housekeeping crew."
I shut my mouth with a click. That had been exactly what I was thinking. Maybe it was possible that Ellie was overly zealous in cleaning out his den after he passed. Maybe the packing crew had got to the desk before Britton did. Maybe my dad hadn't wanted to bring his business home with him.
Or maybe Britton was right.
" I think someone was in my room last night," I blurted.
Britton gasped and pointed one hot pink fingernail at me. "Shut up. Was anything missing?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Not that I could tell," I said, then relayed the suitcase incident. "Obviously the housekeeping staff had been there, but I know they're under strict policy not to touch personal items. I highly doubt anyone would violate that just to zip up a suitcase."
Britton's eyes never left mine, but she stood and grabbed the glass carafe from the counter. "More mimosa?"
I put a hand over my glass. My head was spinning, and it wasn't even noon. "No thanks." I paused as she got up, taking in her outfit for the first time. "But I have to ask. What's with the legwarmers and tights?"
She beamed and ran a hand over the bright pink spandex leotard. "The 80's are coming back. This was in the shop window last week and Dickie said…" The smile tumbled from her face. "He said they were perfect for me since I'm an old soul and stuff." She cleared her throat and forced a pretend smile. "You should come with me to the Pilates class at the Medieval Torture Chamber this morning."
I choked past the bite of egg I'd just swallowed. "The what now?"
"The gym. Everything down there is state of the art. And the hot tub is divine." She released a soft sigh.
Now she's talking my language.
"I might have to check it out," I replied casually, trying not to be too committal to anything other than the hot tub.
"Anyway, you should totally tell Alfie about your room." She sat down across the table from me again and propped her chin on her hands.
"Tell him what? That I think someone zipped my suitcase?" I shook my head. "I'll just pay closer attention. I mean, it's possible I just didn't remember zipping it."
But Britton shook her head. "Uh-uh. No way. It's too much of a coincidence. Someone was in there, Tessie." She paused, pondering that thought. "You know, it had to have been someone with a master key, just like the heist in Carvell's room."
"Heist? Seriously, you need to lay off the TV dramas, Britton."
"He checked out, by the way. Carvell," she continued. "Said Mr. Price and all of the drama unsettled him, and he'd feel more comfortable at the Deep Blue."
"Really?" I dabbed my mouth with the napkin and draped it across my empty plate. The fact that the mysterious Mr. Price had cost us a client didn't sit well with me. And I'm sure it wouldn't have sat well with my dad, either.
And as much as I thought Britton was over dramatizing the incident in my room, the idea that Mr. Price might still be in my casino running around with a master key left me feeling just a tad too vulnerable for my liking. Maybe I would visit Alfie after all.
"Oh, shoot!" Britton said, looking down at her cell. "Pilates is starting in ten. I gotta get going." She paused, turning a bright-eyed stare on me that reminded me of a puppy waiting for someone to throw the ball. "Want to join me?"
"Um, yeah, not today. I, uh, I've got some
She shook her head, her blonde ponytail swishing behind her. "Nada."
"Fab." I shoveled some more eggs in.
"Don't you see?" she asked, blinking rapidly at me. "There should have been something there. I mean, he had zero papers in his desk, zero correspondence, nothing related to the casino."
"What are you saying?" I asked, the hairs on the back of my neck starting to prick again.
"I think someone's been in here. Someone cleaned his desk out of anything incriminating."
I opened my mouth to speak, but Britton was faster.
"And I don't mean the housekeeping crew."
I shut my mouth with a click. That had been exactly what I was thinking. Maybe it was possible that Ellie was overly zealous in cleaning out his den after he passed. Maybe the packing crew had got to the desk before Britton did. Maybe my dad hadn't wanted to bring his business home with him.
Or maybe Britton was right.
" I think someone was in my room last night," I blurted.
Britton gasped and pointed one hot pink fingernail at me. "Shut up. Was anything missing?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Not that I could tell," I said, then relayed the suitcase incident. "Obviously the housekeeping staff had been there, but I know they're under strict policy not to touch personal items. I highly doubt anyone would violate that just to zip up a suitcase."
Britton's eyes never left mine, but she stood and grabbed the glass carafe from the counter. "More mimosa?"
I put a hand over my glass. My head was spinning, and it wasn't even noon. "No thanks." I paused as she got up, taking in her outfit for the first time. "But I have to ask. What's with the legwarmers and tights?"
She beamed and ran a hand over the bright pink spandex leotard. "The 80's are coming back. This was in the shop window last week and Dickie said…" The smile tumbled from her face. "He said they were perfect for me since I'm an old soul and stuff." She cleared her throat and forced a pretend smile. "You should come with me to the Pilates class at the Medieval Torture Chamber this morning."
I choked past the bite of egg I'd just swallowed. "The what now?"
"The gym. Everything down there is state of the art. And the hot tub is divine." She released a soft sigh.
Now she's talking my language.
"I might have to check it out," I replied casually, trying not to be too committal to anything other than the hot tub.
"Anyway, you should totally tell Alfie about your room." She sat down across the table from me again and propped her chin on her hands.
"Tell him what? That I think someone zipped my suitcase?" I shook my head. "I'll just pay closer attention. I mean, it's possible I just didn't remember zipping it."
But Britton shook her head. "Uh-uh. No way. It's too much of a coincidence. Someone was in there, Tessie." She paused, pondering that thought. "You know, it had to have been someone with a master key, just like the heist in Carvell's room."
"Heist? Seriously, you need to lay off the TV dramas, Britton."
"He checked out, by the way. Carvell," she continued. "Said Mr. Price and all of the drama unsettled him, and he'd feel more comfortable at the Deep Blue."
"Really?" I dabbed my mouth with the napkin and draped it across my empty plate. The fact that the mysterious Mr. Price had cost us a client didn't sit well with me. And I'm sure it wouldn't have sat well with my dad, either.
And as much as I thought Britton was over dramatizing the incident in my room, the idea that Mr. Price might still be in my casino running around with a master key left me feeling just a tad too vulnerable for my liking. Maybe I would visit Alfie after all.
"Oh, shoot!" Britton said, looking down at her cell. "Pilates is starting in ten. I gotta get going." She paused, turning a bright-eyed stare on me that reminded me of a puppy waiting for someone to throw the ball. "Want to join me?"
"Um, yeah, not today. I, uh, I've got some
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