Winnie Griggs - Once Upon A Texas Christmas

Mr. Reynolds struck her as a scrupulously punctual person and she definitely didn’t think he was one to oversleep.

Ruby came down the stairs and Abigail immediately called her over. “Have you seen Mr. Reynolds this morning?”

“No, but I’ve been upstairs getting room three ready for a new guest.”

“Would you please keep an eye on the desk while I check on something?”

Abigail headed for the kitchen, where she found Della peeling potatoes. “Good morning. Have you seen Mr. Reynolds today by any chance?”

Della shook her head as she set down her knife and wiped her hands on her apron. “No, I haven’t. He’s not come down for breakfast yet. He didn’t eat much supper last night, either—sent his tray back with hardly a thing touched.”

Next Abigail followed the sound of the hammering and spoke to Mr. Hendricks, who also gave her a negative response. Beginning to really worry, Abigail decided it was time to take more drastic measures.

Abigail learned from Ruby that he’d moved into the first-floor rooms the Crandalls had vacated. She quickly headed for the suite and knocked. She waited several seconds, then knocked again, this time more forcefully.

When she still didn’t get a response, Abigail hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. Had he gone out to run an errand? She could be worried over nothing. But what if he hadn’t?

Then she heard a sound that raised the hairs on the back of her neck.

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