She stared at the hotel manager, her voice steady. “What happened?”
“The guest in 901 reported his violin missing. We finally found it in the staff storage closet… but several of the strings are snapped.”
That made everything so much worse.
And, of all places, the violin had ended up somewhere only employees should be.
Larry’s eyes were blazing. “Are you the person in charge? I’ve already called the police. Just waiting for them now. Let me tell you, that violin is worth five million dollars. You better be ready for a lawsuit.”
Dorothea kept her tone soft, trying to calm him. “Sir, please, I know you’re upset. We’ll have to wait for the police to finish their investigation before we know what really happened. Still, to make sure tomorrow’s performance isn’t affected, I can call a violin repair specialist right away. Would that help?”
Larry bristled, not soothed at all. “Repair? Seriously? Do you think this kind of violin can just be fixed like that?”
Dorothea’s smile didn’t waver. “Honestly, I’m not an expert. I can contact some music shops, borrow a high-end replacement for you to use in the meantime.”
Everyone knew the orchestra had spare instruments, but Larry wasn’t about to let the hotel off that easily.
“No need. After our performance tomorrow, you better give me an explanation I’m satisfied with.”
Carola watched Dorothea with a smug little smile, clearly proud of the mess she’d set in motion.
Dorothea caught Carola’s eye for just a second. She already knew—Carola had to be involved somehow.
Eventually, the crowd drifted off. Walton arrived, late as ever.
“So, Dorothea, is everyone gone?”

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