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out into the hall.
“I came to ask Prescott about … something.” Lexy leaned to the left to get a view of what Sylvia had behind her back.
Sylvia whipped her hand out from behind her back in one fluid motion and Lexy’s heart jumped into her throat.
“I came to drop off this invoice,” she said, indicating the piece of paper she’d been holding behind her back.
Lexy’s shoulders relaxed and she leaned against the doorjamb. Sylvia shot nervous glances at Prescott’s door.
“Hey Sylvia, I was wondering something,” Lexy said.
“What?”
“When we were out by the dumpster, you said something about hiding Dugasse’s body. Why would you say that?”
Sylvia’s eyes jerked over to Prescott’s door again before she louvered them back at Lexy.
“I did? I must have been so distraught that I didn’t know what I was saying.” Sylvia shrugged. “Why would I want you to hide the body?”
“That’s what I was wondering,” Lexy said, then she narrowed her eyes at Sylvia. “Did you get the head chef job … to replace Dugasse?”
“Yes. Prescott … I mean, Mr. Charles promoted me to head chef.”
“Congratulations. So it looks like Dugasse’s death was good for you in that respect. But I bet you miss him.”
Sylvia wrinkled her brow and Lexy leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “I heard you were very close with someone here.”
Sylvia’s face turned red and her eyes did more darting around. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Well, you know sometimes men in a position of power can be very attractive … even if they are married.” Lexy gave Sylvia her best ‘you can confide in me’ look.
Sylvia’s eyes grew wide. “What did you …”
“Well, sometimes things go wrong and people get hurt. And that might cause the wounded party to do something they wouldn’t normally do … you know out of passion.”
Sylvia glared at her. “Are you implying I killed Chef Dugasse because I was mad at him?”
“Oh no, I’m just saying bad things can happen sometimes when you get involved.” Lexy’s heart leapt into her throat when she saw the menacing look on Sylvia’s face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about but I do know that Dugasse got what he deserved … it just wasn’t at my hands.” Sylvia spat out the words, then brushed past Lexy and stormed off down the hall in the opposite direction of Prescott Charles' office, the invoice apparently forgotten.
Lexy stared after her wondering what she meant by ‘Dugasse got what he deserved’. Was Dugasse involved in something that got him killed?
Lexy stood in the hall, her lips pursed going over her exchange with Sylvia when she thought she saw a shadow moving under the door to Chef Dugasse’s office.
Who would be in there?
She crept down the hall. The door was open just slightly and she craned her neck, her heartbeat picking up speed at what she saw inside. Brad Meltzer had one of the desk drawers open and was rummaging through it.
Lexy held her breath. She stood off to one side and prayed Brad wouldn’t look over and see her. She watched as he pawed through the drawer, then moved on to the next drawer, then the next and finally started leafing through cookbooks that were stacked on the desk.
What was he doing?
Lexy stepped closer to the door and pushed it open. Brad jumped away from the desk, jerking his head in her direction. His eyes narrowed when he saw Lexy standing there.
“Looking for something?” Lexy asked.
She saw a ripple of anxiety cross Brad’s face, then he composed himself and looked down at the desk.
“I needed the schedule … chef made it out on Monday.” Brad picked up the sheet of paper that had been lying in plain sight on the desk and then started out of the room brushing past Lexy who was standing in the doorway, arms crossed against her chest. She stared after him as he went off down the hallway toward the kitchen.
Looking back into the room, she felt an icy
“I came to ask Prescott about … something.” Lexy leaned to the left to get a view of what Sylvia had behind her back.
Sylvia whipped her hand out from behind her back in one fluid motion and Lexy’s heart jumped into her throat.
“I came to drop off this invoice,” she said, indicating the piece of paper she’d been holding behind her back.
Lexy’s shoulders relaxed and she leaned against the doorjamb. Sylvia shot nervous glances at Prescott’s door.
“Hey Sylvia, I was wondering something,” Lexy said.
“What?”
“When we were out by the dumpster, you said something about hiding Dugasse’s body. Why would you say that?”
Sylvia’s eyes jerked over to Prescott’s door again before she louvered them back at Lexy.
“I did? I must have been so distraught that I didn’t know what I was saying.” Sylvia shrugged. “Why would I want you to hide the body?”
“That’s what I was wondering,” Lexy said, then she narrowed her eyes at Sylvia. “Did you get the head chef job … to replace Dugasse?”
“Yes. Prescott … I mean, Mr. Charles promoted me to head chef.”
“Congratulations. So it looks like Dugasse’s death was good for you in that respect. But I bet you miss him.”
Sylvia wrinkled her brow and Lexy leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “I heard you were very close with someone here.”
Sylvia’s face turned red and her eyes did more darting around. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Well, you know sometimes men in a position of power can be very attractive … even if they are married.” Lexy gave Sylvia her best ‘you can confide in me’ look.
Sylvia’s eyes grew wide. “What did you …”
“Well, sometimes things go wrong and people get hurt. And that might cause the wounded party to do something they wouldn’t normally do … you know out of passion.”
Sylvia glared at her. “Are you implying I killed Chef Dugasse because I was mad at him?”
“Oh no, I’m just saying bad things can happen sometimes when you get involved.” Lexy’s heart leapt into her throat when she saw the menacing look on Sylvia’s face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about but I do know that Dugasse got what he deserved … it just wasn’t at my hands.” Sylvia spat out the words, then brushed past Lexy and stormed off down the hall in the opposite direction of Prescott Charles' office, the invoice apparently forgotten.
Lexy stared after her wondering what she meant by ‘Dugasse got what he deserved’. Was Dugasse involved in something that got him killed?
Lexy stood in the hall, her lips pursed going over her exchange with Sylvia when she thought she saw a shadow moving under the door to Chef Dugasse’s office.
Who would be in there?
She crept down the hall. The door was open just slightly and she craned her neck, her heartbeat picking up speed at what she saw inside. Brad Meltzer had one of the desk drawers open and was rummaging through it.
Lexy held her breath. She stood off to one side and prayed Brad wouldn’t look over and see her. She watched as he pawed through the drawer, then moved on to the next drawer, then the next and finally started leafing through cookbooks that were stacked on the desk.
What was he doing?
Lexy stepped closer to the door and pushed it open. Brad jumped away from the desk, jerking his head in her direction. His eyes narrowed when he saw Lexy standing there.
“Looking for something?” Lexy asked.
She saw a ripple of anxiety cross Brad’s face, then he composed himself and looked down at the desk.
“I needed the schedule … chef made it out on Monday.” Brad picked up the sheet of paper that had been lying in plain sight on the desk and then started out of the room brushing past Lexy who was standing in the doorway, arms crossed against her chest. She stared after him as he went off down the hallway toward the kitchen.
Looking back into the room, she felt an icy
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