Leo. All the conflicting emotions she’d felt the night before came crashing back over her. She picked up her phone. “Hello?” “Mandy, it’s Leo. I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could come by the restaurant later today—or I could stop by your office if that would be more convenient. I stayed up late last night after you left, going through family pictures and scrapbooks. I found a box of old photos of my dad and I thought you’d like to choose one for the article.” How could she say no to that? Mandy agreed to stop by the Fifteenth Street restaurant later that afternoon. After working on a couple of reviews and going over her schedule for upcoming reviews due within the following months, she drove to Leo’s restaurant. As he’d instructed, she walked around to the back and entered through the kitchen door. “Leo!”
