Jonathan nodded, his weary eyes crinkling with stress as he explained that Mrs. Foster, the woman from dinner the night before, was missing some very expensive pieces of jewelry, and Beth was in charge of cleaning theirsuite.
“I knew something was wrong as soon as I entered the room,” Beth said, her voice shaking. “I’ve met the Fosters. They seem like a put together couple. When I went in to clean, their room was amess.”
“I don’t want them to blame her. She would never do this, sir.” Jonathan’s worried gaze flickered between us and Beth, who looked ready tocry.
“I don’t think you will have to worry about that,” Marv said reassuringly. “You’reinnocent.”
“Begging your pardon, sir,” Jonathan said. “But innocent people go to jail all thetime.”
“I can’t go to jail!” Beth cried out, fat tears filling her eyes and streaking down hercheeks.
“That won’t happen,” Tex jumped in. “We’re working on figuring out who is behind the thievery. We will figure it out before anyone leaves theisland.”
“What if you don’t?” Beth sobbed. “I did not know of the stealing. Then I heard from some of the managers that this has happened before. I do not want to beblamed.”
Beth put both of her hands to her face and leaned over, continuing to cry in her lap as her father-in-law attempted to soothe her. The guys shared a three-way look. Marv sighed before he stood up and clasped Jonathan on theshoulder.
“Do not worry, friend,” he said. “We will make sure this is taken careof.”
When Beth looked up, still teary eyed, I caught her attention and smiled. “Trust them,” I said. “Trustus. We willhelp.”
The guys all looked at me. Beth’s whole body shook as she pulled in a nervous breath and nodded. Marv ushered Jonathan and Beth back out into the hallway and they were excused to go finish their duties. The front door closed, locking me in with the guys and a whole lot of pressure to find out who was stealing from the guests of SwerattIsland.