“Why, thank you, Goldy. I don’t really need this. I work for H&J.”
“Today you did double duty for Goldilocks’ Catering, and you deserve the gratuity.”
When I returned to the dining room to collect the salad plates, the guests were discussing Dusty Routt.
“Do you think one or more thieves might have murdered her?” asked Michael Radford, the divorce attorney.
“I wonder if she could have been helping the thieves,” Ookie Claggett said. I wanted to drop a plate of vegetables in her lap, but refrained.
Richard Chenault shook his head. “That’s my niece you’re talking about.” He sighed. “She worked hard, but she wasn’t always able to keep up. So I guess it’s possible she fell in with the wrong crowd, but I hate to think that might have been true. I just hate to think it.”
“She didn’t fall be
