Pepper sat behind the carved desk in the lobby, studying the registration list on her computer.

"Hey, Cilla?" she called.

"What's up?" Cilla hurried in from the kitchen, carrying two iced teas.

Breakfast was over, the kitchen cleaned, and Mary Tierney was working her way through the bedrooms and bathrooms. The weekend guests had all left, and the next group wasn't due to arrive until the next day.

"When did all these reservations come in?" She continued to ...