When asked, I spelled ReeAnn’s name for them.
Sergeant Beiner rocked back in her chair. “How long ago did you cater this event for Ms. Craig?”
“Little less than a month. July tenth, I think. No, wait, the eleventh. It was a Friday, and the group of people had all been visiting for a week at the Denver office of the AstuteCare HMO. ACHMO.”
“What group of people?”
“Human Resources. That’s what one of them told me. ACHMO is based in Minneapolis and that’s where the team was from.”
“Did any of them talk to you?”
I thought back. Steamed trout, vegetable frittata, coleslaw, wild rice salad with porcini mushrooms, fruit cup, chocolate truffles. Everyone had seemed to be in a good mood. “They were happy. Suz seemed pleased, too, with all her landscaping underway. She was pointing out the pla
