CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FOUR: SUSPICIONS ARISE

Claire's eyes narrowed as she spotted a staff member weaving through the crowd, efficiently clearing away empty glasses. "I think we need to look closer at the staff, particularly the housekeeping crew. They have access to all the cabins." Mason nodded slowly. "Makes sense. They'd know when guests are out of their rooms for these events." As they discussed their theory, a young maid named Irina approached their table. "Excuse me," she said softly, her accent thick. "May I clear your glasses?" Claire studied the young woman's face, noting the slight tremor in her hands as she reached for their empty cocktail glasses. "Of course, Irina. How long have you been working on this ship?" Irina's eyes widened slightly, surprise evident in her expression. "Oh, um, about six months now. How did you know my name?" Claire smiled disarmingly. "I noticed it on your name tag earlier. Do you enjoy working here?" The maid's nervousness seemed to increase. "Yes, of course. It's a good job. If you'l