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Authors: Marlene Perez
Tags: Fiction, General, Family & Relationships, Family, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Social Issues, Interpersonal relations, supernatural, Girls & Women, Siblings, Friendship, School & Education, Psychic Ability, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Schools, High schools, Sisters, Interpersonal Relations in Adolescence
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said.
"Can I take a look at Circe's old office?" I asked. "Maybe there's a clue there."
"Of course," she replied. "And I wanted to introduce you to our new head chef anyway."
Bianca picked up on my hesitation. "Don't worry," she said. "He's nothing like Circe."
"Well, okay, if you don't think I'll be disturbing him," I said.
She led the way to the kitchen. "Pierre," she said to a round little man who kind of resembled Santa, if Santa had a fat black caterpillar of a mustache marching across his lip. "This is Daisy Giordano. She, er, interned here when Circe Silvertongue was head chef."
Interning was an interesting way to describe my time in the kitchen of Wilder's Restaurant. Shedding blood, sweat, and tears was another way to describe it.
He wiped his hand on his apron and then held it out to me. "The young detective? It's so nice to meet you. Bianca has been telling me we could use someone like you around here. I hear you are a talented chef yourself."
I shot a look at Bianca but managed to respond somewhat coherently. "Thank you." His cheery manner was the last thing I expected from an executive chef.
"Tell me, what are your plans for the summer?" he said.
"I don't have any yet," I said baldly, "although I work at Slim's part-time."
"A lovely establishment," he commented mildly. "I am thinking of starting a new cordon bleu program for talented college students."
"I'm not a college student," I said gloomily. "But I want to attend UC Nightshade in the fall."
"Excellent," Pierre said. "I was thinking of starting out small with a Saturday class. Perhaps a pastry class? Would you be interested?"
"Very much," I said.
"Pierre is one of the premiere pastry chefs in the United States," Bianca said.
He blushed modestly and waved away her praise, then clapped his hands together. "It is settled, then. I will contact you once the details are finalized."
"Do you mind if we take a look at Circe's old office?" Bianca asked. "Daisy is investigating something related to Circe and believes Circe may have left something there that would be beneficial."
He nodded. "I prefer to use the other office," he said. "That one still stinks of bad magic. I did pack up her things. The box is on the desk. Feel free to look through it."
Bianca escorted me to the office and then excused herself, saying her shift was starting soon and she needed to change.
I dug through the contents of the box. I found a couple of recipes in Circe's handwriting, an empty bottle of perfume, and a UC Nightshade mug Circe had been using to hold her pens and pencils. I'd almost given up hope when I spotted a familiar black pen.
My heart beat faster as I turned it over to look for the initials. BM. Success! I put the pen in my pocket and replaced the rest of her stuff before sealing the box back up.
I went through the kitchen and couldn't help but notice that the kitchen staff were all smiling, a marked contrast to the atmosphere when Circe had been in charge.
Pierre was showing something to the sous chef when I walked by, but he stopped what he was doing and said, "Daisy! Daisy, please wait. I have something for you."
I stopped and waited for him. He came huffing up and presented me with a pink pastry box.
"For you and your family," he said. "I hope you enjoy these. And please think about my class."
"I will," I promised him. I smiled and said goodbye, feeling more cheerful than I had in ages. I'd found Balthazar's pen and gotten a gift of delicious-smelling baked goods. A good day of detecting.
On the drive home, a thought struck me.
Rose had brought up the very real possibility that the Scourge was responsible for the attacks. Its members hated vampires and shifters equally and would have no qualms about killing as many paranormals as they could.
There had to be someone in charge of that heinous organization, which was the evil equivalent of the Nightshade City Council. The Scourge was behind my father's kidnapping. Did my dad know something?
Dad
"Can I take a look at Circe's old office?" I asked. "Maybe there's a clue there."
"Of course," she replied. "And I wanted to introduce you to our new head chef anyway."
Bianca picked up on my hesitation. "Don't worry," she said. "He's nothing like Circe."
"Well, okay, if you don't think I'll be disturbing him," I said.
She led the way to the kitchen. "Pierre," she said to a round little man who kind of resembled Santa, if Santa had a fat black caterpillar of a mustache marching across his lip. "This is Daisy Giordano. She, er, interned here when Circe Silvertongue was head chef."
Interning was an interesting way to describe my time in the kitchen of Wilder's Restaurant. Shedding blood, sweat, and tears was another way to describe it.
He wiped his hand on his apron and then held it out to me. "The young detective? It's so nice to meet you. Bianca has been telling me we could use someone like you around here. I hear you are a talented chef yourself."
I shot a look at Bianca but managed to respond somewhat coherently. "Thank you." His cheery manner was the last thing I expected from an executive chef.
"Tell me, what are your plans for the summer?" he said.
"I don't have any yet," I said baldly, "although I work at Slim's part-time."
"A lovely establishment," he commented mildly. "I am thinking of starting a new cordon bleu program for talented college students."
"I'm not a college student," I said gloomily. "But I want to attend UC Nightshade in the fall."
"Excellent," Pierre said. "I was thinking of starting out small with a Saturday class. Perhaps a pastry class? Would you be interested?"
"Very much," I said.
"Pierre is one of the premiere pastry chefs in the United States," Bianca said.
He blushed modestly and waved away her praise, then clapped his hands together. "It is settled, then. I will contact you once the details are finalized."
"Do you mind if we take a look at Circe's old office?" Bianca asked. "Daisy is investigating something related to Circe and believes Circe may have left something there that would be beneficial."
He nodded. "I prefer to use the other office," he said. "That one still stinks of bad magic. I did pack up her things. The box is on the desk. Feel free to look through it."
Bianca escorted me to the office and then excused herself, saying her shift was starting soon and she needed to change.
I dug through the contents of the box. I found a couple of recipes in Circe's handwriting, an empty bottle of perfume, and a UC Nightshade mug Circe had been using to hold her pens and pencils. I'd almost given up hope when I spotted a familiar black pen.
My heart beat faster as I turned it over to look for the initials. BM. Success! I put the pen in my pocket and replaced the rest of her stuff before sealing the box back up.
I went through the kitchen and couldn't help but notice that the kitchen staff were all smiling, a marked contrast to the atmosphere when Circe had been in charge.
Pierre was showing something to the sous chef when I walked by, but he stopped what he was doing and said, "Daisy! Daisy, please wait. I have something for you."
I stopped and waited for him. He came huffing up and presented me with a pink pastry box.
"For you and your family," he said. "I hope you enjoy these. And please think about my class."
"I will," I promised him. I smiled and said goodbye, feeling more cheerful than I had in ages. I'd found Balthazar's pen and gotten a gift of delicious-smelling baked goods. A good day of detecting.
On the drive home, a thought struck me.
Rose had brought up the very real possibility that the Scourge was responsible for the attacks. Its members hated vampires and shifters equally and would have no qualms about killing as many paranormals as they could.
There had to be someone in charge of that heinous organization, which was the evil equivalent of the Nightshade City Council. The Scourge was behind my father's kidnapping. Did my dad know something?
Dad
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