"Maybe they brought the stuff up to the room," Amanda said. They headed toward the desk.
The clerk there wasn't the same one who had checked them in.
"I'm Mrs. Pryce. We just checked in and were waiting for a room to be ready.
"Oh, Mrs. Pryce," the clerk said, checking the computer. "We had your bags taken to the room. Here's your key," she said.
"Your Daddy must be there," she told Kristin. "Thank you...Tell the woman who was here before thank you as well."
"She just got called downstairs. I'm sure she'll be back shortly," this clerk commented.
They headed upstairs. A short while after they left, the French maid passed through the lobby again. There was something different about him this time.
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