happened between midnight and one.â
âShe tell you anything else?â
âWell, I had to chin for a while, bits and pieces, sheâs pretty sharp, had her eyes open. She says there were at least two intruders, maybe three.â
âShe knows this how?â
âShe doesnât know it, she thinks it. Maybe . Says she saw footprints from the terrace, dirt tracked in, and a different set with no dirt. Maybe. She was just spitballing. Cop talk.â
âRegular Chatty Cathy,â says Rachel. âYou mustâve turned on the old Gritchfield charm.â
âHey, she was stuck guarding an empty hallway. We were comparing notes. Technically, I was first on the scene.â
âWhat the hell were they after?â
âBeats me,â Gritch says. âIf they were looking for something, they either found it in a hurry or quit looking. They didnât go down the hall.â
âMaybe they were after her,â says Rachel. âLot of talk this morning. The general opinion is she was more than his housekeeper.â
âShe was,â I say.
âAhh,â says Rachel.
âDo me a favour,â I ask them both, âcheck out where the brothers were. They both had invitations to the dinner, neither one showed up.â
âNot a lot of togetherness,â Rachel says. âWe had twenty-seven at our last family gathering, and not everyone could make it.â
âThey all get along?â Gritch asks.
âHeck no,â she says, âbut they came. Itâs family.â
Housekeeping is located on the third floor, east side, close to the service elevators â supplies, equipment, lockers and dressing rooms for the maids and cleaning staff, and Mrs. Dineenâs office, from which she rules every aspect of the Lord Douglasâs domestic management. It isnât a part of the hotel I have need to visit often.
Two women in uniform are emerging from their cloister at the end of a corridor. The murmured conversation can only be about one subject.
âHi,â I say. âIs Mrs. Dineen in?â
âSheâs there,â says a woman whose name is, I think, Christine.
âItâs Christine, right?â
âMr. Grundy,â she says in reply. âYes. Weâve met. Twice.â
âBetter than my average,â I say. âUsually takes me four meetings to put a name to a face. Iâm not all that quick on the uptake. Iâm sorry, I donât know your friendâs name.â
The other woman has more important things to attend to than loitering in the hall with an interloper. Sheâs already headed for the service elevators.
âThatâs Tricia,â says Christine, who is moving past me. She looks over her shoulder toward Mrs. Dineenâs closed door and I know that the last thing on earth she wants is for that door to open.
I follow her to the elevators where Tricia (Iâm repeating the name in my head in a conscious effort to memorize it) is checking supplies and consulting a list of room numbers with notations of checkouts and special requests â extra towels, more coffee filters.
âHi, Tricia,â I say. âIâm Joe Grundy, youâve probably seen me prowling the halls. You know what happened last night, I guess.â
Triciaâs hair is cut short and square across the front; she keeps her voice down but speaks clearly. âWe donât know anything, for sure. Raquel was killed up in the penthouse. Thatâs all.â
âMust be a hundred rumours going around,â I say.
âJust gossip,â says Christine.
âMrs. Dineen doesnât encourage gossip,â says Tricia.
âIâm investigating a murder,â I say, although Iâm certain Mooney and Pazzano would characterize my intrusion otherwise. âWhat sounds like gossip right now could be helpful later on. May I talk to you for a minute?â
âGet on,â Tricia says, as the
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