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center?”
“No. Simon Crane is the night auditor, but I don’t see him much at work. He’s off duty by the time I get in.”
“Where’s his office?”
“In the lower village behind the front desk. He covers late night check-ins or guest issues until the front desk staff arrives for the morning shift. He uses a computer there to process the night audit.”
“Are you friends outside of work?”
“We ski together once in a while. He’s an awesome skier.” A helicopter thundered past Jessica’s window and flew toward the Dragon’s Bowl. “Can I call and find out?”
Miller nodded.
“Ben, it’s Jessica. I saw the helicopter. Did you find him?”
When she heard Ben’s answer, she looked at the ceiling and blinked several times.
“Bad news?” Miller asked.
“No news. They’re widening the search. I thought, maybe…” Jessica cleared her throat. “What were you asking?”
“What about Simon’s wife? Does she ski with you?”
Right back on track. No sympathy for her. She reminded herself he was a cop and would investigate everyone even remotely close to the finance center. “No. Natalie’s not athletic.”
“That doesn’t present a problem for him?”
“This is a ski resort. There’s always someone around to ski with.”
Miller wrote in his black notebook, flipped back a page and read something. “How long has Eric Wilson worked here as a finance clerk?”
“Since December first.”
“Did you do a criminal record check on him?”
Shit. One more thing for Turner to reprimand her for. Maybe she could blame Kalin if this ended up being a problem. “Normally I would have, but he’s Australian. He brought his own paperwork with him.”
“Even though he’s a junior clerk, I’m surprised you’d bring him on without doing your own check. Do you think he could be the thief?”
“I guess it’s possible. I mean, it could be anybody, right?”
“Is he friends with Roy?”
Jessica had seen Eric talking to Roy on occasion, but she’d never seen them hang out. If only she could do something to help Roy now, instead of talking about whom he was friends with. “No.”
“With you?”
“No.” The back of Jessica’s neck tightened, and if she didn’t relax, another migraine would attack her. Miller’s questions were heading in one direction. He was looking at more than one suspect. He was looking at her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Thirty hours after the avalanche, Kalin kneeled on her office floor and stroked Chica’s back. She rested the side of her face on Chica’s silky belly and closed her eyes. The smell of Labrador combined with the dog’s rhythmic breathing gave her some comfort.
When Jack died, he’d died instantly, making her a widow at twenty-seven. He was already lost to her when she buried his body. Thinking of Roy buried beneath mounds of frozen snow…Had he known he might die?
Ben and the search and rescue team were doing everything they could to find Roy. She tried not to think the worst but couldn’t help herself. With the temperature so far below zero double digits registered on the display by her window, how could he possibly survive? Time to call her mom again with an update, even though she had nothing new to report.
The phone was in her hand when Constable Miller entered her office. Chica’s tail thumped in welcome, but she stayed with Kalin. Miller shut the door, sat in the guest chair and seemed at a loss for words.
The crack between the window and the frame let in a wisp of cold air, and the space heater fought to counter the frigid temperature.
Miller rubbed his hands together as if he was cold. He cleared his throat, then said, “This is a bit awkward.”
Kalin’s office door opened, and Constable Wagner joined them. She remained standing and leaned back against the door.
If they’d found Roy, Ben would have told her. Kalin shoved herself off the floor, turned up the heater until the humming indicated the little machine couldn’t fight much
“No. Simon Crane is the night auditor, but I don’t see him much at work. He’s off duty by the time I get in.”
“Where’s his office?”
“In the lower village behind the front desk. He covers late night check-ins or guest issues until the front desk staff arrives for the morning shift. He uses a computer there to process the night audit.”
“Are you friends outside of work?”
“We ski together once in a while. He’s an awesome skier.” A helicopter thundered past Jessica’s window and flew toward the Dragon’s Bowl. “Can I call and find out?”
Miller nodded.
“Ben, it’s Jessica. I saw the helicopter. Did you find him?”
When she heard Ben’s answer, she looked at the ceiling and blinked several times.
“Bad news?” Miller asked.
“No news. They’re widening the search. I thought, maybe…” Jessica cleared her throat. “What were you asking?”
“What about Simon’s wife? Does she ski with you?”
Right back on track. No sympathy for her. She reminded herself he was a cop and would investigate everyone even remotely close to the finance center. “No. Natalie’s not athletic.”
“That doesn’t present a problem for him?”
“This is a ski resort. There’s always someone around to ski with.”
Miller wrote in his black notebook, flipped back a page and read something. “How long has Eric Wilson worked here as a finance clerk?”
“Since December first.”
“Did you do a criminal record check on him?”
Shit. One more thing for Turner to reprimand her for. Maybe she could blame Kalin if this ended up being a problem. “Normally I would have, but he’s Australian. He brought his own paperwork with him.”
“Even though he’s a junior clerk, I’m surprised you’d bring him on without doing your own check. Do you think he could be the thief?”
“I guess it’s possible. I mean, it could be anybody, right?”
“Is he friends with Roy?”
Jessica had seen Eric talking to Roy on occasion, but she’d never seen them hang out. If only she could do something to help Roy now, instead of talking about whom he was friends with. “No.”
“With you?”
“No.” The back of Jessica’s neck tightened, and if she didn’t relax, another migraine would attack her. Miller’s questions were heading in one direction. He was looking at more than one suspect. He was looking at her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Thirty hours after the avalanche, Kalin kneeled on her office floor and stroked Chica’s back. She rested the side of her face on Chica’s silky belly and closed her eyes. The smell of Labrador combined with the dog’s rhythmic breathing gave her some comfort.
When Jack died, he’d died instantly, making her a widow at twenty-seven. He was already lost to her when she buried his body. Thinking of Roy buried beneath mounds of frozen snow…Had he known he might die?
Ben and the search and rescue team were doing everything they could to find Roy. She tried not to think the worst but couldn’t help herself. With the temperature so far below zero double digits registered on the display by her window, how could he possibly survive? Time to call her mom again with an update, even though she had nothing new to report.
The phone was in her hand when Constable Miller entered her office. Chica’s tail thumped in welcome, but she stayed with Kalin. Miller shut the door, sat in the guest chair and seemed at a loss for words.
The crack between the window and the frame let in a wisp of cold air, and the space heater fought to counter the frigid temperature.
Miller rubbed his hands together as if he was cold. He cleared his throat, then said, “This is a bit awkward.”
Kalin’s office door opened, and Constable Wagner joined them. She remained standing and leaned back against the door.
If they’d found Roy, Ben would have told her. Kalin shoved herself off the floor, turned up the heater until the humming indicated the little machine couldn’t fight much
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