He headed for the kitchen, where he figured he’d find Liam mooching. He was right. Liam had a bowl of ice cream and was leering at one of the waitresses.

“Liam, I need you to delay leaving for a bit.”

Liam pointed his spoon at Bram. “I thought you left in the last helicopter.”

“Obviously I didn’t.”

Liam gave the waitress a slow smile. “No way do I mind at all. Take all the time you need.”

Bram shook his head. Liam must be working on having a woman at every stop. He grabbed a cup of coffee, then made his way to Roy’s office.

Angie was pacing as he entered. “Please sit down, Angie.”

She sat, but her leg bounced rapidly. “This has been a disaster! The room trashed, the bear, the Rinaldis’ son, now the contaminated water. I think someone hates me.” Her voice filled the room.

Or Roy. Or anyone who drank the water. Or even the Rinaldis. He decided not to mention the horses currently racing loose. After sitting behind Roy’s cluttered desk and placing his messenger bag on the floor, he pulled out a small notepad. “Who usually fills the water and coffee in the art room?”

“I have no idea. One of the waitstaff. Sometimes Roy himself if the others are busy.”

“Is the art room secure?”

“Locked? Didn’t used to be, but after this morning, we did lock it.”

“Who has a key?”

“Well, that’s the thing. Only the office, gift shop, and art room can even be locked. The keys are on a panel in the hall that leads to here. They’re labeled, but you do have to know where to look.”

Bram tapped his pen against the notepad. “Who knows about the keys?”

“Everyone. Everyone on the staff, that is.”

Someone tapped on the door.

“Come in,” Bram said.

Roy entered with a sheet of paper. “The list of staff and guests.” He placed it in front of Bram.

“Thank you.” Bram looked at Angie. “You can go now. Would you send Darby in next?”

Angie rose and hurried from the room.

Bram reached for the list of names but paused. A small pile of unopened mail rested on the edge of the blotter. The top one had a red stamp across it saying Final Notice. He glanced at Roy.

The older man snatched up the mail and dropped it into the trash container. “It’s nothin’. At least I’ll be able to pay everyone off now,” he muttered.

Bram picked up the list of names. “I see you’ve listed Liam Turner as staff.”

Roy let out deep breath. “Yeah, um, he fills in part-time when I need extra help. Corporate retreats with team-building exercises, for example, take extra staffing. I’ve even hired townspeople like Sam at times. At one time he was military.”

“Do you have employee records I can look at?”