Cooks, Crooks and a Corpse (Baker Girls Cozy Mystery Book 1) by Maria Grazia Swan

Author:Maria Grazia Swan [Swan, Maria Grazia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2017-02-05T07:00:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

NO WAY. BILL and O’Neill were the same person? How could Brenda not know that? What about Sunny? What was that argument about? I looked around. Where did he disappear to? I just hated being so short, I couldn’t see a thing. I had to keep on moving and find him and Brenda too. Was she in cahoots with the investigator? She'd had his business card.

He wasn’t at the bar, but Tristan was, holding court.

Maybe O’Neill left. Wait. His phone was safely stored away. He would need to go ask Leta if he wanted it back. Bingo. All I had to do was post myself close to the kitchen and sooner or later he would have to come by. And that’s when I saw him. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry, strolling along the serving tables. He stopped by the first food table, Bland not Blonde, chatted with the hostess and grabbed some food from a platter. He stuffed it in his mouth. Good manners were obviously not part of his credentials. He munched and chatted, or so I assumed as I was too far away to hear what was going on.

At some point he must have had enough of the bland cuisine because he moved leisurely to the next table. If he kept the same pattern at some point he was bound to land feet from where I waited, trying very hard to blend in with the wall.

His second stop was at Allergy Alley and I found that rather ironic since he had been hired to work that very table. Instead he tried the same approach as at the first table, but Cathy wasn’t game. Even from the distance I could sense the frost hanging in the air. Dear old O’Neill must have missed it because he simply went on, carrying on a one way animated conversation while plucking finger food and stuffing it in his mouth.

What was he eating? He was either very hungry or not too choosy. At some point Cathy must have said something rather unfriendly to the guy who should have been working next to her, instead of showing up late and stuffing his belly. If only I could hear the conversation. He picked up a paper napkin and began to wipe his mouth, his hands, even the tip of his fingers, all while arguing with Cathy. Then abruptly he dropped the dirty napkin on the table and walked at a faster pace toward the last station, the one closest to the butler’s pantry and me.

My heartbeat went so crazy surely he would hear it. I was so totally focused on O’Neill, that he hadn’t noticed me was sort of a miracle. He stopped by the Anything Goes table and I knew something wasn’t quite the same as the first two stops. He lingered, taking time to check out every dish, every bowl. He finally picked up a small plate and piled some food on that.

I recognized my favorites, spinach balls and chocolate amaretti biscuits.

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