caseâand itâs my job on the line now that sheâs vanished. Iâm not about to sit around. Sheâll be long gone before they start checking in this area.â
Calderon grunted, his most common form of communication. None of what the parole officer was saying surprised him. âWeâll do what we can.â
âWhen, or if, you find her, I want to know about it.â Lexington leaned closer. âSheâs armed and dangerous, and has already killed once. I donât want to chance her doing it again!â
Calderon slid back in his chair, his mouth firm. âIn this department, we know how to handle ourselves.â
Chapter 8
Angie was in Stellaâs Bakery in North Beach carefully going over a recipe for a Le Succès, a meringue nut layer cake, with the head pastry chef. She wanted to be sure all four cakes sheâd ordered were perfect. And heart-shaped.
The cake literally melted in the mouth, but it required more time and concentration than she wanted to give. For each cake, three heart-shaped layers of meringue, mixed with ground almonds, were baked separately. After baking, the layers were stacked, with caramelized almond butter cream spread over the bottom and middle layers and along the sides, and chocolate flavored butter cream on top. Slivered almonds were pressed against the sides of the cake and chocolate rosettes or other designs could be added on top for decoration. Angie was convinced the difficulty in making it was why French pâtissiers often wrote âLe Succèsâ on the cakes.
The chef was growing increasingly unhappy with each of Angieâs comments. Meringues turned crisp and brittle after cooling, so the cake was a bit of a tour de force, and she imagined the possibility of being criticized over each flaw was not a happy prospect.
Nevertheless, she was working to convince him to give it a try, sure the boys in Homicide would be ecstatic over it, when who should walk in but her old friend and sometime foe Nona Farraday, restaurant reviewer on the staff of Haute Cuisine , a regional magazine for gourmands. Once, Angie would have crawled through ground glass to get that job.
On top of that, Nona was everything Angie would have liked to be. Tall, thinner than a breadstick, with high cheekbones, big, round, green eyes, and silky straight blond hair, she could wear clothes like a Vogue model. Her lips were a lot poutier than Angie remembered, and she wondered if a little collagen hadnât been added. Basically, she was someone Angie could easily hate, and often did.
âAs I live and breathe,â Nona cried. She threw her skinny arms around Angie, bent slightly, and they air kissed. âWhatever have you been doing with yourself? I heard your name come up in connection with something, but for the life of me, I canât remember what.â
âMy name?â Angie asked in surprise.
âI know. Thereâs going to be an opening at Haute Cuisine .â She smiled demurely. âI guess someone mentioned you. You might want to apply. You might have some chance. Perhaps.â
âIf I were interested, Iâd take Bon Appétit âs offer.â
Nona reached for the countertop to hold herself up, then laughed. âI couldnât have heard right. I thought you saidââ
âI did,â Angie stated. âMy big news hasnât been announced in the papers yet, and Iâm still trying to figure out a date for my engagement party, but look.â She held out her hand.
Nonaâs mouth distinctly down-turned before she recovered with a big smile and a loud squeal. âCan it be?Youâre engaged! How wonderful. Is it the cop?â Nona asked.
âNone other.â
âHeâs so sexy, Iâll have to grant you that, Angie.â
âIsnât he? Iâm here ordering some special cakes for Homicide. That way, Paavoâs friends can enjoy our happiness.â
Nonaâs teeth
Ray Bradbury
Sarah Ferguson
Katheryn Kiden, Kathy Krick, Melissa Gill, Kelsey Keeton
Christy Goerzen
Lynne Rae Perkins
Bob Fu
Tami Hoag
Robert Goddard
Pavarti K. Tyler
Seline White