I couldn’t meet his gaze. I didn’t want my own thoughts to show. “No promises.” I took the file and headed to my cabin. Once there, I leaned against the door. This is my command—be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

The verse was helping. Maybe I could leave the God part out of it.

As I set the file on the copper-top table, Maverick and Holly’s salvo of barking heralded another earthquake. This time only the overhead lantern swayed slightly.

Opening the door, I found the dogs pacing on the porch. “I know what would soothe your nerves. Kibble.” I returned to the cabin, grabbed a scoop of dog food, and dumped it into their bowls. As I expected, they inhaled the food.

“Okay, dogs. We are not going to be afraid.” Neither dog looked up. “Yeah, jury is still out on that one. So . . . let’s just look at the facts. You know that earthquake? We could be at ground zero of a supervolcano.” Holly wagged her tail but didn’t look up from her food dish. “You do seem pleased by news of a potential existential disaster.” Hearing my own voice helped steady me. Maverick was too busy chasing the last nugget around his food dish to even look up. He captured and loudly crunched it.

I sighed and stepped back inside the cabin. The cleaning staff had freshened the room while I’d been out, replacing the throw pillows on the bed and putting away the coffee cup I’d left on the dish rack.

My closet door was open a crack. I strolled over and opened it. My suitcase was lying on its side.

My stomach tightened. I was sure I’d left it standing up.

After closing the door, I slowly moved around the room. Nothing else was disturbed. I rubbed, then itched my neck. Keep looking.

My wallet was in the Mule Shoe bag and currently locked in the art room. If someone was looking for money, they would have gone away empty-handed.

I tried to picture the room as I’d left it. No, that isn’t all that useful. Housekeeping had cleaned my room. What would the cleaning staff not disturb, but someone searching inadvertently rearrange? Like my suitcase.

Once more I circled the room.

This time I saw it. The magazines on the lower shelf of the end table were in a different order than I’d left them. I’d been reading about livestock-guarding breeds the night before. Now Rock & Gem magazine was on top.

At some point, maybe when I’d gone out to draw by the pond or been in the lodge, someone had searched my room. Who? Roy had dragged me into the lodge to look at rocks, then released me when Wyatt appeared and nodded at him. Was that the signal the search was completed?