Had he followed my instructions? I was stymied without his help. I flung open the door, intent on what I should find. I scarcely glanced at Rick, standing by the end of the bed. Yes, black-and-rose lacquered trays were there, on my bed, each with a crystal bud vase with a single creamy rose, two wineglasses, and a bottle of the finest California sauvignon blanc. There was also a stack of downy towels with the La Mariposa crest, a gorgeous embroidered black-and-yellow monarch. But where were the keys? They were most important of all. The keys were essential. Then I saw them, oversize, with wooden tags bearing their numbers, clutched in Rick’s fist. He held the keys, his long face closed and remote. I spoke as I moved, grabbing a tray, tucking the towels beneath one arm, holding out a hand for the keys. “I don’t have time to quarrel, Rick. If I don’t find the gold, Manuel will be arrested, charged, convicted. Do you think Maria Elena would rather keep Tesoros free of scandal or save Manuel?”
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