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  The worst part was that it was all Beatrice’s fault too. As such she surprised the girls with a little treat late on Thursday night, she had booked for the three of them a cabin on the lake in Kingstown - the very one they were supposed to stay at before their car trip went awry.

  The plan was to have a relaxing, carefree weekend. This included staying out of other people’s personal issues, regardless of how serious they may seem. A weekend for the girls, and nobody else, despite Detective Rogers asking if he could tag along.

  “It really is a beautiful site,” Stella commented as she sipped her champagne.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful sunset,” Beatrice agreed.

  “Oh, no dear. I was talking about the room service waiter that dropped our drinks off. Did you see the butt on him?”

  Beatrice chuckled at this, knowing that before the night was over Stella was sure to disappear. But this didn’t annoy her. She wasn’t even going to get frustrated with Sophie who had insisted on wearing her sombrero and greeting everyone by saying ‘hola.’ She wasn’t even angry at the fact that she had to drive the full eight hours to get here - they drove right through Mt. Morte without stopping this time.

  “Here, Sylvester,” Beatrice called out as her cat trotted from the room to the balcony. Beatrice scooped him up, nuzzling him before resting him in her lap. She had gotten the allergy shot the moment she arrived back home. There was no way she could give up her cat, and she hadn’t sneezed once yet.

  Even with the great sunset, the drinks, the friends, the cute waiter with the great butt and the fact that she could hold her cat without needing to break into a mountain of tissues, the best part of the vacation hadn’t happened yet. Beatrice hoped that it will never happen.

  They had been in Kingstown for exactly three hours and so far, no one had been murdered, at least not as far as Beatrice knew. She was even content to remain locked in her cabin all weekend, drinking her champagne and staring at the lake, if she had too - such was her commitment to the cause.

  In truth, nothing could ruin Beatrice’s mood today. Sometimes things were just too good.