Chapter Eighteen
Dayton
Dayton opened the door and stepped from the garage into the kitchen. Normally he’d be met with bright lights, steaming pots on the stove and the smell of Adolphe’s cooking. Instead, the darkness of the kitchen surprised him, and the lack of activity was strangely disquieting. He glanced to the far corner of the counter where Adolphe always hid his drink while he cooked. Hmmmmm…that was odd; no drink. He tried to recall him asking for time off, but could remember no such conversation. At least Lupe had been there. He could always tell; not a dish left in the sink, ever. Bobbie had once said Lupe insisted on taking taken care of every last detail at the house before allowing herself to leave and catch her bus. Since Bobbie had started learning a little Spanish, Dayt
