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couple! All we can safely say is we’re trying to keep two people who probably don’t want anything to do with each other from making a horrible mistake!” Stacy stopped for a red light and took advantage of the precious sixty seconds to rest her head against the steering wheel. “I just want this wedding to be over, and when it is…”
    “When it is, what?” Jeremiah demanded suspiciously.
    “Nothing.” She sat up and drove through the intersection, merging into the right lane and taking the turn towards the rolling expanse of The Highlands at Magnolia Crest. The emerald green of the pampered golf course shimmered in the distance, its beauty belying the dangerous feeling that nagged at Stacy with every passing mile.
    “We don’t want valet, do we?” Stacy asked when she finally faced the turn into the club house’s circular drive.
    “Of course we want valet! It’s the only time I can get people to do my bidding!” Jeremiah answered, pointing up the incline to the driveway.
    “You have a staff of six assistant florists! If you can’t get them to do your bidding, an eight-dollar-an-hour valet isn’t going to make that much difference in your life! Besides, somebody will know our car is here. How stupid would it be to try to make our escape, but then have to stand under that awning while they bring the car around? We should park around behind the delivery entrance to the kitchen.” She continued past the driveway while Jeremiah whimpered and cast a mournful glance at the ornate front doors, pulling up next to Jorge’s car behind the building.
    “Good, Jorge is here, and that means Miguel is here,” she said, breathing a small sigh of relief. She parked the car, gathered a few things, then walked over to the kitchen door and knocked loudly, knowing at that time of the morning the sound of running dishwashers might drown out all other noises.
    An unknown face appeared in the window for only a second before it disappeared. Just as Stacy raised her fist to knock again, Miguel appeared, looking very frightened. At first he shook his head frantically, but then he relented and opened the door barely wide enough for them to squeeze through. He doubled locked the door before ushering them past the whooshing dishwashers and into Jorge’s small office.
    “You guys? What’s up?” he asked with a pleasant smile. He waited expectantly for either of them to explain.
    Stacy explained briefly, her resolve faltering when she saw Miguel’s nervous expression and Jorge’s agreeable smile dissolve slowly into a panicked expression. He closed his eyes as he thought it over, then nodded his head.
    “No, I cannot send Miguel. He doesn’t know the boss as well as I do. But I’ll go stand watch. You have to try to help this girl, whatever the cost. I’ll make up an excuse to linger in the hallway while you sneak in and see what you can find out.”
    They tiptoed down the hallway until they remembered that sneaking around looked more suspicious than wearing a sign around their necks, stating their true purpose. Jorge carried his clipboard, ready to inform anyone who passed by that he was waiting for Mr. D’Argenzio to finish a phone call in his office. He wished Stacy and Jeremiah good luck before planting himself outside the door.
    “So where do we start, Columbo?” Jeremiah whispered, looking around to see if he could spot any cameras that might feed to a security office.
    “I don’t know. First, we should probably find out if someone was shot in here. I don’t even know of anyone who’s been reported missing. You look for clues, starting with the blood stain on the carpet.”
    “What do you mean, a blood stain? Ewww, that’s nasty!” he cried quietly, holding his hands in front of him and cringing.
    “There was a stain the other day, just like a blood stain. It was over here somewhere,” she said, her voice trailing off as she rubbed at the carpet with her shoe. Nothing.
    “What about this?” Jeremiah