Oh if you look after the chapter you'll find something I stole off of Lorne's phone. Hey, if he puts his password the same place he puts me then it was bound to happen. His friend played around with some cover ideas, so take a look and let me know what you think. Just don't tell Lorne. I don't want him to get mad and kill me off or something.
In case you missed them here are the links to the other chapters. Love ya - Chrys
Prologue Chapter 1
Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
“I have news!” Chrys suddenly appeared on the far side of
the pass.
Spencer looked up from the plates he
was about to slide under the hanging heat lamps above warmed tiles. The hand written orders passed one way and
the food passed the other, hopefully never staying long under the lamp. “Do you know what time it is?” He was getting the strangest feeling of Deja
vous.
Chrys put her hands on the warm tile
along with her billfold. The ring on her
thumb tinked against the tile. She was
dressed in tight black trousers and the black dress shirt of the server’s
uniform. The top two buttons were
open. Her hair was tied back. “I have news about Leigh Park.” Her full lips formed into a bright
smile. “I got an ID on the victim.”
He ignored what his sister was saying. “It’s almost seven. We have reservations. You were supposed to start work at five. Izzy, foods up.”
Chrys’ hands dropped. She stepped back to let the server (who
probably arrived on time for work) to get her plates.
As he passed the plates across Spencer
eyed the billfold his sister left on his pass.
It held her book of order chits, all orders were hand written, and
probably a few pens. He hated them
leaving stuff on the pass. Right now he despised
his sister leaving anything anywhere.
Izzy said, “Fire table twelve,”
before walking away.
“Thank you,” Spencer responded. “Fire striploin medium, penne with butternut
squash, Alcrest salad.” The other cooks
called out that they had heard the order.
“On the pass in eight minutes.”
“Don’t you want to know who the poor
bastard was?” The warmth of Chrys’ face
had melted away. “There were two victims
by the way. They identified the head and
limbs, but one leg didn’t belong to him.
Not unless he had three or one majorly deformed penis. It was a woman’s leg.” Spencer had gone back to cooking. She wasn’t even sure if he could hear her
over the buzz in the quarter filled room, the noises the cooks made and the
sound of the exhaust fan above the equipment.
“Come on. I got this info even
before the press.”
“Who?”
Chrys smiled. He was getting the mystery itch. “His name was Joey Love. He had been arrested for drug possession, so
they got an identification quick from the fingerprints.”
“I meant, who gave you the
info?” Spencer had dropped the penne
noodles in the pot of boiling water on the back burner. He had butternut squash pasta sauce warming
in a sauté pan.
“A friend. I have friends who tell me things.”
Spencer stared at his sister. His fingers gripped the butcher’s-block
counter top so hard they hurt. “I
thought you weren’t going to be looking into this. You said you wouldn’t.”
“I can’t stop people from telling me
things.” Miss Innocent.
“Order in.” Hanni put a chit on the pass. “Are you working tonight, Chrys? I’m supposed to be bartending, not serving
your tables.” She wore the same shirt as
the other servers with the obvious addition of a gel push-up bra and a
mini-skirt, which barely hid anything, instead of the trousers.
“Whatever. You get bigger tips this way anyway. You have a reason to show off your ass too.”
“I’d rather be behind the bar getting
a view of your brother’s ass.” Hanni put
her nose close to Chrys’.
“You can keep your eyes and claws off
of him.” The two stared at each other a
long moment before the blond walked away.
Chrys kept staring at her. She
couldn’t remember the reasoning behind saving her life in the past. As she looked at her brother she wondered if
he had heard everything.
Spencer turned back to his
sister. He had heard every word. She had promised things and was going back on
it. They weren’t kids any more, but even
in adulthood promises had to mean something.
Plus she was now getting into his personal business. His eyes dropped.
He reached back and grabbed his tongs
from the oven door. They were an
extension of a chef’s arm like metal lobster claws. The tongs grabbed the billfold. With a flick of his wrist the leather bound
folder flew into the air. Pens shot
out. The chit bills fell free. The entire mess hit his sister’s arm before dropping
to the floor. Pieces of paper road air
waves under the closest tables.
Chrys stared at him. Everyone was probably watching her. She had to control her breaths. She had to control her emotions. Her teeth clamped down on her lip hoping the
pain would stop her from crying. She
dropped to her knees and started gathering everything. She had to crawl to get chits under the
closest table. She could feel Hanni
laughing at her.
“Get to work,” was all she heard from
the other side of the pass.
Chrys got to her feet. Her entire body shook. She tried counting. As she saw Spencer’s blue-green eyes she
forgot what came after four. Her hand
flicked out. The billfold Frisbeed over
the pass and toward her brother’s face.
He was fast enough to block it, but that just sent the papers doing
their dance onto the butcher-block counter and kitchen line floor. One chit landed on the stovetop and burst
into flame.
Yeah, everything was going to hell.
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