It was easy to smile at the adorably New England chic Mr. and Mrs. Thurston as I handed them their room keys, sunlight beaming into the foyer through the open door. I watched the happy young couple while they climbed the stairs to their room, ooh and ahhing over my place in their excitement to be here. Chatter from the dining room drifted toward me, the soft sounds of pots and pans in the kitchen while Betty whipped up fresh biscuits for afternoon tea, our second so far this week and met with great excitement by locals and tourists alike. The murder had added to our reach and notoriety and thanks to Daisy updating our social media with the successful resolution of Pete Wilkins's death we'd seen a huge surge in followers and calls for new bookings.
Who knew murder was big business?
My plan to start offering little extras in the last week since Peggy's arrest and my staff's new leaf turn had made things busier around here, but I wasn't complaining.