I was tempted to dump the container’s contents into the sink. Instead, I drew in a deep breath, took a spoon from the silverware drawer and removed the lid, giving it a stir. Chicken soup, chunks of chicken, carrots and celery, and grains of rice.
My stomach made whimpering sounds, and I was suddenly too hungry to wonder what mind games Vincent was playing with me. I removed my suit jacket, rolled up my sleeves and washed my hands, then poured a portion of the soup into a bowl and put it in the microwave to reheat.
While I was waiting, I went into the music room to select a CD. I always enjoyed listening to music while I ate, and I chose The Look of Love, one of my favorites of Diana Krall, and loaded it into the CD player.
I was about to return to the kitchen but jolted to a stop once
