explosion of colors and prints that she stuffed into her room, I didnât think the shapeless brown and gray garments she wore were a good alternative.
Not my problem, I reminded myself, and put on my helpful face to see what they wanted from me.
Luckily, Our Lady of Chintz didnât object to the location of the Christmas tree, as long as she was allowed to decorate the bits visible in her room to match her design scheme. I gave her my blessing.
Tomás handed me a note from Eustace saying that effective immediately, Tomás and Mateo were on Randallâs payroll, and unless I had any objection heâd have them get started repairing the wall Clay had destroyed.
â SÃ, â I said to Tomás. â Gracias .â
He flashed me a quick smile and hurried back to the master bedroom.
Princess Violet had lost her key to the house. Again. Iâd deduced as much when I saw her holding her frilly pink purse.
âIâm so sorry,â she said. âI could have sworn I left it on the dresser in my room.â
âWhy donât you just keep it on your key ring?â I asked. I was already headed downstairs to the locked cabinet in the coat closet that served as my on-site desk. Iâd learned to keep a few spare keys there.
âI have one on my key ring,â she said. âMy main key ring. But I canât find that today. Iâm using my spare key ring. And itâs really a nuisance, because the car key I have on my spare key ring is a valet key that doesnât open my trunk andââ
âHere you are.â I handed her a key. âTwenty dollars deposit.â
She continued babbling about her key ringsâapparently she had three or four, each containing a slightly different assortment of keys. I waited until sheâd rummaged around in her purse and found two fives and a tenânone of them in her wallet. I wrote out a receipt, handed her the top copy, and put the money and the carbon in my locked cash box.
Randall Shiffley strolled in while I was completing this transaction.
âIâm soooo sorry,â Violet said, as she tucked the key into her purse. âIâll try to hang on to this one.â
She scurried back upstairs.
âCan you get a few more keys made?â I asked Randall.
â More keys? We must have enough keys floating around for half the town to have one.â
âI suspect we could find most of them if we searched Violetâs house, her car, and her purse,â I said. âLetâs just make sure the place is rekeyed as soon as the show house closes.â
âAlready on my punch list.â
That was one of the things I liked about Randall. His punch list was the equivalent of my notebook, and I knew that anything on it was going to get done, and on time.
âThe bank had a lot of problems with squatters and vandals before we started working here,â he went on, âso theyâre pretty hyper about security. Speaking of vandals, is Clay still here?â
âI chased him out.â
âSorry, Stanley,â Randall called. âNot here.â
I turned to see Stanley Denton, Caerphillyâs leading (and only) private investigator, standing in the foyer.
âIâll check on that damaged wall,â Randall said as he headed upstairs.
âHey, Stanley,â I said. âWhat do you need Clay for?â
âGot some papers to serve on him.â
âI didnât know you did process serving,â I said.
âNot my favorite kind of work,â he said. âBut it pays the bills.â
âWhatâs Clay getting served for, or are you allowed to say?â
âNo big secret,â he said. âClay and one of his former clients are suing and countersuing and filing charges against each other like crazy. Almost a full-time job lately, serving papers on the two of them. She says he didnât finish her house and what he did was all wrong; he says she