Page 58 of Tiki Hut Tragedy
“Yep.”
“Unfortunately, I’m only able to access the folio numbers for the guys who work under me.SomeoneI know has access to every keycard number on board.”
“Me.” Switching screens, Millie logged into Majestic Cruise Lines’ staff site, entered her login information and clicked on the passenger portal. She typed Wendy’s name in the search bar and pulled up her information.
With a couple of quick clicks, she opened the account and drilled down until she found her account number. She copied and pasted it into the search bar and pressed enter.
The screen quickly filled with details listing the areas of the ship Wendy had visited. The spa, several trips to the galley for the various eating events, the dining room, the theater, a handful of stopovers at the casino and even the fitness center. “This woman gets around.”
Starting from day one, she scrolled through the screen, slowing her search when she reached theGrand Turk port day. It showed the exact time Wendy exited the ship and when she returned in the early afternoon. Despite examining every single stop, nothing popped up as a potential clue. “This was a bust.”
“Who’s next?”
Millie consulted her notes. “Hannah Pryce aka Hotshot Hannah.” She cleared the screen, tracked down the woman’s folio number, followed by her account number and entered it in the search bar. Starting on the first day, Millie scanned her movements all the way up until the most recent activity.
“How’s it going?”
“So far, I’m not finding anything.” Working her way down the list, Millie accessed the activity of all potential suspects. “This was a bust.”
Sharky peered over her shoulder. “What about Astrid?”
“Thanks for the reminder. I almost forgot.” Millie jotted her name on the list and returned to the passenger portal to find her folio number. Astrid’s folio number was the same as her account number, and Millie guessed it was because her cabin only had one occupant. Astrid’s activities popped up…pages and pages of them, even more than the contestants.
Sharky let out a low whistle. “This chick really gets around.”
“No kidding.” Millie enlarged the screen and began the tedious task of reviewing her activities. As she worked her way through them, she noticed a pattern—not about the various hosting activities, but about a spot Astrid frequented often.
She wasn’t the only one who noticed. “Astrid is a gambler.”
“Right? Look at how many times she’s visited the casino.” Millie thought about Brody, how he was in charge of casino security most evenings. Going back to the top, she noted the times Astridvisited…almost always in the evening between the hours of ten and midnight. “Is there any way to print off a copy of this?”
“Nope. No can do. Sorry, Millster. I can’t risk having a copy floating around.”
“I understand.” She scribbled the days and times on her scratchpad before wrapping up her search.
Millie logged out, double-checking to make sure she was no longer in the sites before gathering up her papers. “Other than finding out Astrid is a gambler, nothing hit my radar.”
“The one thing I know about you is you’re not a quitter,” Sharky said. “If you think someone killed Dixie, you’ll figure it out.”
Despite Sharky’s vote of confidence, Millie wasn’t convinced. So far, the only things she had to go on were Danielle overhearing a conversation between the contestants and the anonymous note she and Patterson had received.
The investigation took a backseat to work, and Millie dove into her afternoon schedule. Keeping with the tropical theme, she worked her way through the list of events—from the Stormy Seas Sailboat competition to the Limbo on the Lido, and even a salsa class, taught by Alison, one of the ship’s senior dancers.
Her break arrived, and she mulled over the disappointing search results, the lack of solid clues. She texted Annette and Cat, asking if they had time to meet up.
Annette texted back first.If you’re hungry, swing by the galley and grab a bite to eat. I have a special treat.
Cat:On my way.
Millie arrived first with Cat close behind. They found Annette seated at her office desk. “That was fast.”
“I don’t know about Cat, but I’m starving.” Millie made her way to the RTG, ready-to-go meal rack.
Annette stopped her. “I have some leftover lobster salad from the specialty dining room’s lunch menu if you’re interested.”
“Lobster?” Millie licked her lips. “I knew I was saving my appetite for something special.”
“Speaking of appetite, how did it go with Sharky?”
