CRAP. I’D BEEN SUMMONED.
I entered the private office sat opposite the CO at her poky little desk, bracing myself. The serious look on her face made my chest tighten.
“There’s been an incident I need to discuss with you.” The CO tapped her pen on the desk.
“Yes?” My voice quavered. I cleared my throat and spoke again. “Yes, Ma’am?”
“I believe it was supposed to be a Halloween practical joke, a trick instead of a treat, but the person involved wants to make a formal complaint. He thought he was going to die.”
I felt the blood drain from my face. There’s no way it could have killed him.
“Have you noticed any lemons missing? Possibly half a dozen or so.”
“Missing?”
“Yes. Your pantry is the most likely place to find them. Or do you use lemon juice in those squeezy bottles? Are any of t
