“What’s wrong?” Eden asked as soon as Patty had gone into the walk-in with a container of leftovers. “I just had the most weird-ass experience.” “How so?” Weird-ass experiences were kind of a way of life with her brother. Justin got off the counter and gestured toward his room with his head. Once there, he closed the door. Eden had a very bad feeling about this, since he rarely felt the need to close Patty, his number one helper, out of his life. “What?” Eden demanded. “I was questioned. Unofficially, mind you, by a police officer who wanted information on the kitchen at the lake.” He took a card out of his loose pants pocket and flipped it onto the table. “Detective Daphne,” he said with a hint of derision. Eden drew back slightly when she read the name on the card, then glanced up at her brother, her expression hard. “What kind of goings on?” “Drug trafficking.” It took her a moment to say incredulously, “They thought you were involved?” “It was damned hard to tell.
