Do you think we can fit it in?” Lexy asked Cassie who was bent-over the stove, retrieving a baking sheet full of peanut butter cookies. “Sure. We can do those next.” Cassie squatted down and opened one of the bottom cabinets, her blonde spiked hair sticking up from behind the door. “And you can tell me what’s going on with the Regis Banks death.” Lexy’s stomach clenched. “Why? Did you hear something?” “No.” Cassie retrieved a large, stainless steel bowl and put it on the marble topped island in the center of the room. “I was just wondering how it was going.” “Oh. I was afraid Norman had written that article.” “He hasn’t. I asked my cousin down at the paper and she said he told her he was working on something secret but still had to chase down some facts.” Cassie grabbed milk, eggs and unsalted butter from the fridge. Lexy brought over the sugar, cornstarch and a vanilla bean. She split the bean down the length. The scent of vanilla perfumed the air. She carefully scraped the seeds out of the bean pod while she filled Cassie in on her talks with Olivia and Lawrence.
