Mr. Mustachio Gets Collared (The Mr. Mustachio Murders Book 3) by Dawn MacKinnon

Author:Dawn MacKinnon [MacKinnon, Dawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

Sam arrived at Gourmand between the lunch and dinner rushes. Quentin was working, along with a waitress who wasn’t Anissa. Upon being summoned at Sam’s request, Lorenzo stormed out from the kitchen, already angry.

“I’m trying to run a business,” he hissed, throwing an arm in the direction of the single occupied table where a bunch of people in suits sat at a business lunch that’d clearly gone on way too long.

“Pretend I’m a customer.” He took a seat at a table in the back corner, the one he’d sat at with Algernon, actually, and Lorenzo took a disgruntled seat across from him. Quentin hovered over them as if he were taking their order, though the way Lorenzo had his arms crossed suggested he wasn’t expecting to enjoy whatever he was ordering.

“You heard what happened yesterday?” Sam asked him.

“The health inspector has already been here this morning. And what did I tell him? That we made none of that food. None of it.”

“I told you we don’t do catering,” Quentin said.

“You told me you had to borrow the equipment. You didn’t tell me Gourmand hadn’t even made the food.”

“Of course not,” Lorenzo said. “Anything you say, they complain.”

“Where did it come from then?”

“Feeley. He got it from one of his other customers.” Lorenzo waved a vague hand. “I didn’t ask which. We don’t cater. I don’t make food to send away to church basements where the hot will be cold and the cold will be room temperature. My creations get eaten here, in my restaurant. So if Cobb wants us to cater Timothy Wallach’s funeral, then Cobb can provide the food.”

“So he had his brother-in-law do it? Including the cakes?”

“The cake,” Quentin said. “Singular. I bought a carrot cake at Costco, per the customer’s request.”

“Then why did you serve a sheet cake instead?”

“The carrot cake disappeared. I did buy it, though. I can show you the receipt.” He turned as if to leave, but Sam stopped him.

“I believe you.” Sam believed him because he’d seen the cake with his own eyes. “But you only bought the carrot cake? Not a sheet cake?”

“I’m not paying you for a sheet cake,” Lorenzo said. “There was no sheet cake on the order. If you bought a sheet cake, that’s your mistake.”

“I didn’t buy a sheet cake,” Quentin told him with a scowl.

“I’m not reimbursing you for a carrot cake that didn’t get served either. Give me back my money.”

Quentin’s face turned red and his hands clenched into fists. Lorenzo didn’t seem to understand how close he was to getting decked. He continued to lean back in his casually antagonistic way. Sam didn’t want to have to come between Lorenzo and a well-deserved fist, so he diverted Quentin’s attention with more questions.

“If you didn’t buy the sheet cake, then where did it come from?”

“I don’t know. It was on the buffet table, so I figured why not cut it up and serve it? Especially since the carrot cake had disappeared. People do bring things to events like that, like it’s a pot luck.

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