Chapter 4 - The Poisoned Dish Discovered Before It Reaches The TableDominic stepped closer to the mahogany desk, placing a sealed glass vial of the contaminated broth down gently.
“If you had eaten the executive chef’s menu tonight, your heart would have stopped before dessert,” Dominic stated.
Ronan stared at the vial, a dark, humorless smile touching the corners of his tightly compressed lips.
“They thought I was getting soft just because I haven't dined publicly in fourteen years,” Ronan murmured softly.
“Who else touched the primary menu before Voss collapsed?” Ronan demanded, looking up sharply.
“Assistant kitchen manager Paul Rossi; he was seen hovering near the stockpots right before shift change,” Dominic replied.
“Find Paul, bring him down to the basement vault, and make sure he explains every detail of this contract,” Ronan ordered.
“And what about tonight’s dinner service? Do we shut down the restaurant immediately?” Dominic asked cautiously.
Ronan leaned back, catching the faint, unexpected aroma of slow-simmered oxtail drifting up through the floor vents.
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“No,” Ronan said, his nostrils flaring slightly as memories from fourteen years ago flooded his chest.
“Bring me whatever is coming out of that kitchen right now; something smells... familiar.”
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