The waiter followed me to the third-floor storage room and wrestled with the doorknob. “I suddenly remembered someone mentioning a broken lock on a third-floor door that hasn’t been fixed yet. It must be this one.”
“Should we call a locksmith?” I asked.
“I’ll go find one. Could you please go to Room 10 on the second floor and get the key? It might work,” the waiter requested.
His request sounded reasonable, but Alice had said the waiter had asked her to fetch something herself, only to end up locked in the storage room.
Caution flared within me. “Can’t another staff member get it?”
“We have so many guests today, everyone is extremely busy. I hope you understand,” the waiter said earnestly.
“I can go take a look.” I carefully observed his expression.
He smiled amiably. “Your friend w
