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The maid, Amy, answered the door.
Morgan blinked at her. “Where is Bixby?”
The maid looked at both of them, then to the police car. “Do you want Bixby?” she asked.
Morgan used his, “I’m an officer of the law” voice. “I was expecting him to answer the door.”
“He is not here.”
“Where is he?”
“At the airport.”
Morgan took a deep breath. “Why is he at the airport?”
“He gets to go to Europe. I get to stay and clean the house. I am very busy doing it. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Are Mr. And Mrs. Langlin in?”
“They are at the airport.”
Delavera stood to the side laughing. Morgan refused to look at her.
“I take it they are going to Europe?”
“They are rich. They can do whatever they want.”
“Ooookkayyyy. How about Lindsay Carol Davenport?”
“Do you mean the new nanny or the furniture?”
“Nanny.”
“She is at the airport too. I work here five years. She works here five months. She gets to go to Europe and I get to clean the house. Are you done? I have work to do.”
Morgan did not bother to answer her. He and Delavera headed to the car at a fast walk.
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