Cooking With Love by David Horne

Author:David Horne
Language: fra
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-05-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Eventually, the two of them went back to the hotel. They were surprised to see how long they'd been stalking Falconer. It was already late afternoon so they ordered a late lunch or early dinner—they weren't sure which—and sat at the little hotel table to try and figure out what they'd actually learned over the last two days.

An hour later, Dafydd had rested a hand on the stem of a wine glass while the other held his head. "I'm not sure any of this means anything," he admitted, his head pounding.

"There has to be something in all this," Edgar whined.

"Just that your hometown is actually a bit seedy," his lover tried to tease.

"Well, I figured that much. Nowhere is this idyllic."

The two of them chuckled and then Dafydd shook his head again. "Let's go over it again."

Edgar sighed but agreed. "We know that everyone else bought their ingredients in the morning and checked them in before the competition started. Apparently, considering no one else got sick, only mine were tampered with, which means any of the chef's, except you, had access and could have opened my bottle and put the arsenic in it."

Dafydd nodded. "And, considering you've been the winner for two years running and are the hometown favorite, any one of them would have had motive to want to ruin your reputation."

"Yes, but which of them would be willing to do something like this?"

"Well, what do we know about them?"

Edgar thought for a second. "We know next to nothing about Vera Longshanks...other than she might not actually exist."

Dafydd snorted. "Right. Other than that, she seems to be a perfectly sweet old lady who most of the town loves."

"And we know that Falconer Sparrow is a sham—"

"Well, that could be considered a matter of opinion."

"Cutting up raw fruits and vegetables and lightly searing them in various liquids does not constitute cooking," Edgar insisted.

"Okay, fine. What do we know about him that might actually pertain to this case?"

"He sleeps around?"

"Hmm," Dafydd said, rubbing his aching forehead. "I'm not sure that's quite the same kind of motivation that would lead someone to poison people. What about Llewellyn?"

"I grew up with him. Of course, we ran in different circles and he was off at school most of the time. He's snooty and full of himself."

"And likes the older ladies, apparently."

"Right," Edgar said with a goofy grin.

"What else? Is he capable of something like this?"

Edgar shrugged. "I don't really know him that well, not anymore. I know he is used to getting what he wants and doing what it takes to do so. That usually means subtly threatening reprisals to certain local politicians and business owners, financial threats, not physical ones or anything like that."

Dafydd's brow furrowed and his eyes glazed over in thought. "Politicians," he mumbled and then looked up at Edgar. "You know someone we've completely forgotten about?"

"Who?"

"The mayor. He was the only other person that had access to the tent the whole time."

"Oh yeah, but why would the mayor want to discredit me?"

"I don't know," Dafydd admitted.

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