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going and coming.
    â€œThen what?” Sherri asked.
    â€œI met up with Rhonda and Sadie. We put our stuff away, clocked out, and went home to supper. Had to be back here before six-thirty, so we didn’t waste any time. Rhonda’s a stickler for the whole family sitting down to eat together. She had the meal on the table right at five. That’s when her husband expects to eat. Rhonda’s got two grown sons living with her. Bounced right back on the apron strings,” Dilys added in a disgruntled voice. “Too shiftless to go out and find a place of their own to live. A couple of lazy louts, if you ask me.”
    Dilys had been quick enough to provide that information, Liss thought, and wondered what the Snipes boys had done to offend her.
    â€œDid you see anyone on your way down from the tower suite?” Sherri asked. “Either a guest or another hotel employee?”
    â€œI already told you. No. Can I go now? This storm is getting pretty bad. Can’t you hear the way that wind is howling?”
    Liss frowned. The weather was awful. Foul enough, she supposed, to account for the nervousness of all three members of the hotel’s housekeeping staff. Their uncooperative attitudes probably had less to do with the missing brooch than it did with resentment at being questioned by the police when they were already anxious about getting home.
    â€œWe’re done,” Sherri said. She waited until the door closed behind Dilys before turning to Liss. “How long till the supper finishes up?”
    â€œIt will be a while yet.”
    Sherri stood and stretched. “Talking to hotel employees has yielded nothing. Zip. Nada. If MacMillan wants his brooch back, then his friends are going to have to cough up alibis. I suppose I’ll have to talk to them all.” She consulted the list lying on the table. “That’s thirty-two people at the supper. Plus the hotel has another eight guests who aren’t with SHAS.”
    Liss gave a low whistle. “You’ll be here all night. Do you always go to this much trouble for a single piece of jewelry?”
    Sherri laughed. “I can’t answer that. This is the first time it’s come up. But the MacMillans strike me as the type to make a stink if they think their complaints aren’t being taken seriously. I figure I’d better dot all my i’s and cross all my t’s.”
    Pete, who had been standing by the window, let the drapes fall closed with a soft whoosh. “Getting bad out there, all right.”
    â€œThen we’d best have Sadie in.” Sherri grimaced.
    â€œYou want me to stay for moral support?” Liss asked when Pete left the room to fetch the third housekeeper. “Or to run interference?”
    â€œI shouldn’t have let you stay just now, during the interview with Dilys.” Sherri sent her an apologetic look. “Not exactly by the book.”
    â€œPolice business and none of mine?”
    â€œPretty much, yeah.”
    Liss tried to give in graciously, but it hadn’t been that long ago that Sherri had welcomed her help in solving a case. Liss couldn’t help feeling a tiny flare of resentment at being left out of the investigation.
    She turned in the doorway to look back at her friend. It was only fair to warn her. “Sherri? Be careful with Sadie.”
    â€œWhy?” Sherri’s eyes narrowed and a wary expression came over her features.
    Liss grinned. “Because she’s already threatening to tell your mother on you.”

Chapter Five
    S adie LeBlanc, Ida Willett’s bosom buddy, stomped into the room two seconds after Liss departed, preceded by the overpowering smell of the musky perfume she always wore and followed by Pete Campbell. Under the florescent lights in the conference room, Sadie’s face appeared more deeply lined than Sherri remembered. The shriveled skin had a grayish cast, but it was blotchy, too. Sadie looked at least ten