Chef Lindsey Dardin sat in the empty dining room of the restaurant, the table covered in ordering forms and menus and employee schedules. She chewed mindlessly on the end of her pencil, not hearing Aaron walk in behind her. She jumped when she heard the chair move next to her. “Where were you?” Aaron chuckled as he sat down opposite her. Lindsey shook her head and waved at the paperwork in front of her. “I guess I’m not in the mood for this,” she frowned. “Everything okay?” Lindsey nodded. “Food costs at The Bourbon are spot on. But here? Something’s going on and I just can’t seem to figure out what. But I’ll get it.” “I have no doubt!” grinned Aaron. “You’re a pitbull when it comes to puzzles. I just stopped by to tell you that David Lathem has asked that we cater his gallery opening at The Atherton on Friday. Apparently, Audrey Atherton was supposed to take care of securing the food and she forgot.” Aaron used air quotes around the word. “David called?”
