were murdered,â she said. âThey sayâthe Ghost Lady says that some of their spirits still haunt Bayfield.â
She doesnât care for a high-profile burglary, my inner voice said. But cold-blooded murder and ghostsâthatâs something she can get behind?
We were so intent on what Cassie had to say that we didnât notice when Connor reentered the dining room.
âOh, no,â he said. âYouâve been on one of Maggieâs ghost tours.â
Cassie sat back in her chair. She seemed embarrassed.
âIs any of it true?â Alice asked.
âNot very much,â Connor said. âBut Mags was never one to let the facts get in the way of a good story. Iâll give her credit for one thing, thoughâshe knows more about whatâs going on in Bayfield than anyone.â
âPerhaps she knows what happened to McKenzieâs violin,â Heavenly said.
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I was a little surprised that Heavenly was the first to leave the dining room. Soon the remaining guests followed suit, leaving me alone. When Connor retired to the foyer to help the sixty-something couple check out, I made my way into the kitchen. I found a woman cleaning pots and pans while she hummed to herself.
âBreakfast was wonderful,â I said.
âThank you. Butâ¦â She wagged a finger at me. âNo recipes.â
Her smile made me smile.
âI wouldnât dream of trying to re-create your meal,â I said. âI donât handle failure very well.â
âOh, itâs not that hard.â
âHave you been working here long?â
âA couple of months. I cook Wednesday through Saturday in the mornings here and then at Hill House in the evenings.â
âLong days.â
âNo, no,â she said. âIâm here starting at about six and done by nine-ish. Iâm at the restaurant from four through ten at night, when we stop serving, so itâs only a nine-hour day with a six-hour lunch break, and I get Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday off.â
âWere you responsible for the garlic chicken penne I had last night?â
âI wasnât cooking, but ⦠it is my recipe.â
âDelicious.â
âWeâre going to be real good friends, I can tell.â
âMy name is McKenzie.â
âConnor mentioned you. Youâre investigating the violin thing.â
âI am.â
âWhat can I do for you?â
âYou said you arrive here at six?â
âUsually. Sometimes earlier, sometimes later, depending on how complex the menu is that day.â
âYou were here at six when the Stradivarius was stolen?â
âThe cops asked me that. So did the FBI. I was here at six, well, more like a quarter to. I didnât see anything, though; I didnât hear anything, either. Sorry. I was too busy battering pots and pans. Besides, I almost never leave the kitchen.â
âDid you see any strangers lurking about? Perhaps when you arrived that morning?â
The cook spread her hands wide.
âSorry,â she said again.
âAbout the chicken penne recipe.â
She laughed heartily.
âNice try,â she said.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
I returned to the Peacock Chamber and reviewed the police reports that Mr. Donatucci had given me, just to be thorough. Everything the cook said coincided with what she had told the authorities.
I was deciding on what to do next when I heard a knock on my door.
âWho is it?â I asked.
âCaroline Kaminsky.â
âCome in.â
The door opened and Heavenly swept into the roomâit was the correct word, swept. She closed the door and leaned her back against it. Damn, she was a fetching lass.
âGood morning, Caroline,â I said. âWhat can I do for you?â
âMcKenzie,â she said.
Heavenly opened her arms wide and came toward me. She hugged me and I hugged her back because, well,
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