“It’s eight-thirty-five. Holly was supposed to text us at eight-twenty,” I said, worried. “Gianni’s so creepy!” “Even worse, I just saw his girlfriend walk into the hotel,” said Bootsie, who was facing the hotel lobby. She held up her huge tote bag. “My Breakers uniform is still in here. I think it’s time for Housekeeping to head up to Gianni’s suite.” Two minutes later, Bootsie emerged from the ladies’ room in her maid’s outfit, and we headed down a corridor to the elevators that led up to the guest rooms. A twenty-something girl with a blond ponytail in a Breakers uniform and nametag that read “Britney” was dusting the crown moldings outside the now-closed gift shop as we passed. She gave Bootsie a curious glance and rueful half smile, communicating that (A) Bootsie must be a new employee, and (B) it sucked to be working the evening shift, didn’t it? Just then, Bootsie grabbed my arm and turned toward Britney.
