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figured as much,” he said as he jotted the information into his little notebook. “I wasn’t even going to ask.” There had been times that I would have loved to shred that notebook into confetti, but there was nothing I could do about it at the moment. “I’m surprised you and your sister didn’t have one of your famous movie nights and sleepovers.”
“Even that would have been too convenient for you,” I said. “I doubt you would have believed either one of us if we’d been playing Monopoly with the mayor.”
“There you go, talking about belief again. Eleanor, since you haven’t denied your public disagreement with the deceased, would you care to help me out here and speculate on anyone else who might have wished him harm?”
I could think of three other people, all members of my wait-staff now serving customers in the other room, but I wasn’t about to name any of them. “Sorry, I’m at a loss who might want him dead. I really didn’t know the man at all.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said as he flipped his notebook shut. “We’ll find them ourselves.”
“Good. When you do, I’ll be waiting right here for an apology.”
With a grin that reminded me so much of the boy I’d dated in high school, Kevin Hurley said, “Then you might be in for a long wait. We’ll talk again later, Eleanor.”
“Believe me when I tell you that I’m not looking forward to it.”
He turned and looked at me one last time and then said, “Now that I believe completely, regardless of what I said before.”
“Can you imagine the nerve of that man?” Maddy asked the second Kevin left the kitchen. “He was back here grilling you, wasn’t he?”
“Of course he was, but we’ll have to talk about it later,” I said as I pulled another pizza off the line, cut it, and shoved it toward her. “We have too many customers in the Slice right now to drop everything and worry about what Kevin Hurley is doing.”
“I know that,” she said, “but there’s no way that we can afford to let him accuse us all of murder.”
“I’m guessing he said something to you, too,” I said as I prepped another dough round. Knuckling the dough into place onto the pan wasn’t as fancy as tossing it in the air, and I doubted anyone would ever classify it as a “show,” but it had to be a faster and more efficient way to make pizzas in a hurry.
“Oh, yes,” she said. As Maddy picked up the waiting pizza, along with its twin, she headed out the door. “This makes things worse than they were before, Eleanor. We’re going to have to come up with a plan.”
I knew what that meant. Maddy and I had meddled into murder investigations in the past, and while it was never my choice, trouble seemed to continue finding me. Still, I wasn’t about to back down from a fight, and I wouldn’t stop digging into Judson’s murder.
Josh came in a minute later for the next load of pizzas.
As he grabbed two and headed back out, I asked, “Is it slowing down any out there?”
“Are you kidding? We’re being overrun.”
“Make an announcement,” I said, making an executive decision. “Tell anyone coming in that we’ve run out of dough, but if they’d like sandwiches, we’d be more than happy to make them.”
“They aren’t going to like that,” Josh said.
“The dough in the refrigerator is gone with this pizza,” I said. “We really don’t have much choice.”
“Use the fresh you made this morning.”
“That was gone quite awhile ago,” I replied. “Tell Maddy to do it if you don’t want to. She’s never been afraid to speak in public.”
“I’ve got it covered, Eleanor. I’ll tell them,” he said.
I slid the last pizza onto the conveyor and started to clean up my prep stations while I waited for sandwich orders. The sauce I made every week was getting low, and if we ran out of that, I wasn’t sure what we’d be serving, since that went on just about everything we made.
Maddy came back to the kitchen
“Even that would have been too convenient for you,” I said. “I doubt you would have believed either one of us if we’d been playing Monopoly with the mayor.”
“There you go, talking about belief again. Eleanor, since you haven’t denied your public disagreement with the deceased, would you care to help me out here and speculate on anyone else who might have wished him harm?”
I could think of three other people, all members of my wait-staff now serving customers in the other room, but I wasn’t about to name any of them. “Sorry, I’m at a loss who might want him dead. I really didn’t know the man at all.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said as he flipped his notebook shut. “We’ll find them ourselves.”
“Good. When you do, I’ll be waiting right here for an apology.”
With a grin that reminded me so much of the boy I’d dated in high school, Kevin Hurley said, “Then you might be in for a long wait. We’ll talk again later, Eleanor.”
“Believe me when I tell you that I’m not looking forward to it.”
He turned and looked at me one last time and then said, “Now that I believe completely, regardless of what I said before.”
“Can you imagine the nerve of that man?” Maddy asked the second Kevin left the kitchen. “He was back here grilling you, wasn’t he?”
“Of course he was, but we’ll have to talk about it later,” I said as I pulled another pizza off the line, cut it, and shoved it toward her. “We have too many customers in the Slice right now to drop everything and worry about what Kevin Hurley is doing.”
“I know that,” she said, “but there’s no way that we can afford to let him accuse us all of murder.”
“I’m guessing he said something to you, too,” I said as I prepped another dough round. Knuckling the dough into place onto the pan wasn’t as fancy as tossing it in the air, and I doubted anyone would ever classify it as a “show,” but it had to be a faster and more efficient way to make pizzas in a hurry.
“Oh, yes,” she said. As Maddy picked up the waiting pizza, along with its twin, she headed out the door. “This makes things worse than they were before, Eleanor. We’re going to have to come up with a plan.”
I knew what that meant. Maddy and I had meddled into murder investigations in the past, and while it was never my choice, trouble seemed to continue finding me. Still, I wasn’t about to back down from a fight, and I wouldn’t stop digging into Judson’s murder.
Josh came in a minute later for the next load of pizzas.
As he grabbed two and headed back out, I asked, “Is it slowing down any out there?”
“Are you kidding? We’re being overrun.”
“Make an announcement,” I said, making an executive decision. “Tell anyone coming in that we’ve run out of dough, but if they’d like sandwiches, we’d be more than happy to make them.”
“They aren’t going to like that,” Josh said.
“The dough in the refrigerator is gone with this pizza,” I said. “We really don’t have much choice.”
“Use the fresh you made this morning.”
“That was gone quite awhile ago,” I replied. “Tell Maddy to do it if you don’t want to. She’s never been afraid to speak in public.”
“I’ve got it covered, Eleanor. I’ll tell them,” he said.
I slid the last pizza onto the conveyor and started to clean up my prep stations while I waited for sandwich orders. The sauce I made every week was getting low, and if we ran out of that, I wasn’t sure what we’d be serving, since that went on just about everything we made.
Maddy came back to the kitchen
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