What are you doing?” Katie looked up at me, eyes wide and face flushed, and backed away from the table. I went to help her up, taking her arm. She was just a little plump—not a bad thing for an innkeeper—and older than me by a decade or so. She was a long-time Santa Fe resident, with golden hair starting to go to silver, set off by a cream-colored silk blouse and turquoise slacks. “I l-lost an earring the other day,” she said, still peering under the dining table as she leaned back on her heels. “I was just looking for it.” “The police searched this room pretty thoroughly. If your earring was in here, they probably took it away.” “Oh. Yes, I suppose you’re right.” She sounded forlorn, but allowed me to help her to her feet, brushing at the knees of her slacks. “Shall I find Bob for you?” “He went home to check on our guests.”
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