Page 66 of Millie's Cruise Ship Mysteries
“Such as?” Nic prompted.
“Drug paraphernalia and CBD.”
“You’re right. I remember now. Jeremy was upset because he said he needed his CBD for his epilepsy. You told him to go see Doctor Gundervan.” Millie slung her beach bag over her shoulder. “As soon as I change, I’m tracking Sharky down.”
While the others talked, Donovan grew quiet, tapping the screen. “I’ve requested corporate permanently disable your keycard. As you know, it could take up to twenty-four hours. I had to give them a reason for the request.”
“You told them it was stolen?”
“Correct. In case you’ve forgotten, it’s standard policy to be written up.”
Millie placed her hand on her forehead. “And deservedly so.”
“The idea of these troublemakers roaming freely with the card is concerning,” Patterson said. “You’ll need to put a temporary block on it.”
“Already done. It’s been deactivated. Corporate will confirm when it’s been permanently disabled.” Donovan told Millie to meet him in his office within the hour, and he would issue her a replacement.
“I’ll see you soon.” She swung by the apartment to freshen up and change into her work uniform. With time to spare before her hosting event and welcoming passengers back from a day of sun and fun, she had a single goal in mind—to find out why whoever had stolen her keycard had used it to get into the confiscated room.
Or maybe it was more of a confirmation, because she already had a hunch regarding who it was. If Patterson had ruled out Arturo Bautista, the next logical suspect was Jeremy Manning. If so, he would regret stealing her stuff, at least if she had anything to say about it.
Millie arrived at the maintenance department’s office. Instead of finding Sharky, Reef Savage, the night supervisor stood at the filing cabinet, his back to her. “Knock. Knock.”
Reef glanced over his shoulder, doing a double take when he saw who it was. “Hey, Millie.”
“Is Sharky around?”
“He and Fin are in port doing some shopping.”
“Sharky went shopping?”
“If you call picking up some of Fin’s favorite fish snacks shopping then I guess so.”
“He spoils that cat rotten,” Millie chuckled.
“If my best bud was my cat, I would probably spoil him too. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Maybe.” Millie briefly told him what had transpired. “According to Donovan, my keycard was used a short time ago to access the confiscated room. I have my suspicions, and if a certain substance is missing, I’m pretty sure I know who it was.”
“Substance?”
“CBD. Jeremy Manning, one of the passengers we rescued from the sinking yacht, had CBD on him. Patterson confiscated it and locked it up until we get back to Miami.”
“I’ll try to help you find it,” Reef said.
“Would it be better to wait for Sharky?”
“Nah.” He shoved the file folders inside the drawer. “He keeps a detailed list of what’s in there, all labeled and marked.”
“He’s extremely organized.”
“Sharky recently changed the access code but I’m pretty sure I remember what it is.” Reef caught up with her in the hallway.
At the end of the corridor they made a couple of quick turns before reaching the confiscated room, off the “beaten path” and in a section of the ship few crew members used or had need to.
Reef entered the code. The lock clicked and he swung the door open. “CBD you said?”
“Correct.”
