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to you later this afternoon.”
    Deirdre shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. Like I say, I’m doing okay for now. Good luck with the job search—I remember what that’s like.”
    Kit sighed as she headed to her car. A part-time barista job wasn’t much of a fall-back, but given the number of people she’d talked to over the last couple of days who had no openings at all, serving coffee for Deirdre might turn out to be her best bet.
    She checked her handwritten list of business names once again. Only a couple were left. She thought about doing eenie meenie but decided to just go for the nicest location, even if it was outside Konigsburg proper.
    She drove up Highway 16 for a mile or so, then turned onto the road to Oltdorf, a wide spot in the road about ten miles from Konigsburg. Early bluebonnets dotted the dark green on either side of the road, along with the occasional deep red of winecups. A few cows wandered through patches of prickly pear cactus, detouring around limestone outcroppings. The hills wore the olive green of spring. Kit was enjoying the view so much she almost missed the large white sign with its elaborate script letters: The Woodrose Inn .
    She turned onto a graded gravel road that was surprisingly smooth. The inn appeared around the first bend, sprawling across the hilltop, a three-storey, white wood-frame building with blue shutters. Wide galleries stretched around the first and second stories and wide stairs led down from the front door to a white gravel walk that twisted among the live oaks on the front lawn. Kit thought it looked like a stage set: Texas elegance and charm personified.
    The parking lot had the predictable mix of Suburbans and Mercedes, with the occasional pickup looking wildly out of place. She found a spot under a live oak that could shade her Civic from the afternoon sun and headed for the front entrance. Beyond the parking lot, the inn’s event center perched on a rolling hillside. With its white limestone walls and tin roof, it was classic South Texas architecture with what looked like a spectacular view from its plate-glass windows.
    Aunt Allie had suggested she try the Woodrose, based mainly on restaurant gossip. Resorts Consolidated, an international hotel chain, had just bought the place, and a new chef had taken over a month ago after the previous chef had been fired for letting the Woodrose’s four-star restaurant go to seed. Nobody had heard exactly what was going on at the place, but the word was the inn was looking for new people. Kit figured she was qualified for something at the lower management level. Plus a job at the inn with its solid reputation would look great on her résumé.
    She’d already spoken to the manager, a Ms. Morgenstern, about an interview. Morgenstern hadn’t exactly given her an appointment, but she’d said she’d be willing to talk to Kit if she dropped by during the afternoon. Kit didn’t know if that was good news or bad, but at this point she was ready for almost anything.
    The desk clerk looked to be around sixteen, but Kit figured that might be because of the red stretch jersey worn maybe a half size too small and the bright blue Capri pants. Her dark hair was spiked with acid green tips, and Kit could see the edge of a tattoo curling around the back of her neck. If this was the best the Woodrose could come up with for greeting guests, the inn really must be in trouble.
    “Can I help you?” the clerk asked her, without much interest.
    “I’m here to see Ms. Morgenstern,” Kit said crisply. “Is she in?”
    Capri Pants raised a pierced eyebrow, but picked up the house phone. “Ms. Morgenstern? Somebody to see you.”
    The woman who came out of the office behind the desk had Dress For Success written across her chest, at least figuratively. She wore an electric blue knit jacket over an ivory shell and black skirt, with at least four silver chains wound around her neck. Her black patent stilettos rose a good three inches.