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happening in the kitchen.
She poked her head around the corner and saw Rachel pulling pans of chicken breasts out of the oven.
“Hi there, it smells wonderful,” Polly said.
Rachel jumped a little and looked up at her, then grinned. “Sylvie wanted me to try a new recipe this afternoon. We’re catering a birthday party tonight. Do you want to taste it? I made plenty.”
“I’d love to!”
“I don’t have anything to go with it, just the chicken. Let me put it in a container for you.” She placed a chicken breast in one of their takeout containers, then spread a sauce made with crushed tomatoes on it and sprinkled a crumbly cheese mixture over the top. “It’s kind of a bruschetta chicken. Let me know what you think. I’m making Jeff taste it too.”
“I’ll let you know. Thank you! I’m starving.”
Polly took the container and ran upstairs. Obiwan and the cats were sitting at the end of her bed when she came into the room.
“Don’t look at me. I’m not sharing any of this.” She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, then took out an apple and a container of cottage cheese. Cottage cheese went with anything. She grabbed a fork and sat down at the dining room table. The cats were already standing there and she looked at each of them, trying to catch their eyes.
“No. Get down.” When they refused to acknowledge her direction, she picked them up, one by one and put them on the floor. Luke attempted to return to the table, but after a second unceremonious push to the floor, he sat down to clean his belly, letting Polly know that he was unconcerned with her interference.
She opened her laptop and logged on, then took a bite of the chicken. Oh yes, that was perfect. Rachel was becoming quite a good cook. When she clicked to her email tab, her heart jumped into her throat. There was another email from “igotyou.” She had hoped that after the trouble last fall with broken windows in the kitchen and paint splattered over the front of Sycamore House, the person had gone away for good. There hadn’t been any other instances of vandalism since then and she could hardly believe the person was back.
Polly took a deep breath and opened the email.
Did you miss me pretty girl? I’d h ate for you to forget about me.
She slammed the laptop closed and jumped up from her seat. Running out the front door and down the main steps to the office, she pulled up short when she got to Jeff’s office.
“Did you get another one?” she asked.
“Another what?”
“Another email from the person who vandalized Sycamore House last fall. I just opened one.”
Jeff clicked to his email and scanned through them. “Nope. I don’t see anything.”
“Check your spam folder. Please?”
He clicked through and opened the folder. “No. Nothing here.” He looked up at her. “What did it say?”
“It asked if I missed him and said that he didn’t want me to forget him. Why didn’t he email you?”
“I have no idea. Nothing has happened around here, though, has it?”
“I’ll call Eliseo, but I haven’t noticed anything. Oh Jeff, I can hardly breathe.”
“I understand that. I wonder why he waited so long.”
She dropped into a chair and tears filled her eyes. “You know I just want to say the worst swear words ever right now, don’t you? I want to say them all in a row over and over.”
“I’m sorry.”
Polly leaned forward on Jeff’s desk, putting her head in her hands. “I don’t know what to do. Is he going to escalate? Will he hurt someone? Does he know about the hotel?”
“Breathe, honey. Call Aaron or Ken and tell them what’s going on. They’ll send more patrols around at night. We’ll leave the lights on and make sure things are safe. The rooms are full, so people are wandering around at all hours and if you keep your bedroom door open, Obiwan will alert you to any sounds that are out of place. Right?”
“You’re right. And I suppose if he does any damage out at the
She poked her head around the corner and saw Rachel pulling pans of chicken breasts out of the oven.
“Hi there, it smells wonderful,” Polly said.
Rachel jumped a little and looked up at her, then grinned. “Sylvie wanted me to try a new recipe this afternoon. We’re catering a birthday party tonight. Do you want to taste it? I made plenty.”
“I’d love to!”
“I don’t have anything to go with it, just the chicken. Let me put it in a container for you.” She placed a chicken breast in one of their takeout containers, then spread a sauce made with crushed tomatoes on it and sprinkled a crumbly cheese mixture over the top. “It’s kind of a bruschetta chicken. Let me know what you think. I’m making Jeff taste it too.”
“I’ll let you know. Thank you! I’m starving.”
Polly took the container and ran upstairs. Obiwan and the cats were sitting at the end of her bed when she came into the room.
“Don’t look at me. I’m not sharing any of this.” She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, then took out an apple and a container of cottage cheese. Cottage cheese went with anything. She grabbed a fork and sat down at the dining room table. The cats were already standing there and she looked at each of them, trying to catch their eyes.
“No. Get down.” When they refused to acknowledge her direction, she picked them up, one by one and put them on the floor. Luke attempted to return to the table, but after a second unceremonious push to the floor, he sat down to clean his belly, letting Polly know that he was unconcerned with her interference.
She opened her laptop and logged on, then took a bite of the chicken. Oh yes, that was perfect. Rachel was becoming quite a good cook. When she clicked to her email tab, her heart jumped into her throat. There was another email from “igotyou.” She had hoped that after the trouble last fall with broken windows in the kitchen and paint splattered over the front of Sycamore House, the person had gone away for good. There hadn’t been any other instances of vandalism since then and she could hardly believe the person was back.
Polly took a deep breath and opened the email.
Did you miss me pretty girl? I’d h ate for you to forget about me.
She slammed the laptop closed and jumped up from her seat. Running out the front door and down the main steps to the office, she pulled up short when she got to Jeff’s office.
“Did you get another one?” she asked.
“Another what?”
“Another email from the person who vandalized Sycamore House last fall. I just opened one.”
Jeff clicked to his email and scanned through them. “Nope. I don’t see anything.”
“Check your spam folder. Please?”
He clicked through and opened the folder. “No. Nothing here.” He looked up at her. “What did it say?”
“It asked if I missed him and said that he didn’t want me to forget him. Why didn’t he email you?”
“I have no idea. Nothing has happened around here, though, has it?”
“I’ll call Eliseo, but I haven’t noticed anything. Oh Jeff, I can hardly breathe.”
“I understand that. I wonder why he waited so long.”
She dropped into a chair and tears filled her eyes. “You know I just want to say the worst swear words ever right now, don’t you? I want to say them all in a row over and over.”
“I’m sorry.”
Polly leaned forward on Jeff’s desk, putting her head in her hands. “I don’t know what to do. Is he going to escalate? Will he hurt someone? Does he know about the hotel?”
“Breathe, honey. Call Aaron or Ken and tell them what’s going on. They’ll send more patrols around at night. We’ll leave the lights on and make sure things are safe. The rooms are full, so people are wandering around at all hours and if you keep your bedroom door open, Obiwan will alert you to any sounds that are out of place. Right?”
“You’re right. And I suppose if he does any damage out at the
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