When the waitress returned with their coffee, Bass asked, “You Rhonda?”
“You’re not bill collectors, are you?” the waitress asked with a laugh.
“We’re police detectives,” Macky said.
The response appeared to catch Rhonda off guard. “Is it about Michael? My nephew?”
“I don’t know,” said Bass. “Why don’t you tell us about your nephew?”
“I only pulled him out of school because we needed someone in the kitchen,” Rhonda began. “The cook didn’t come in today and poor Ricky has been working his fingers to the bone back there the last couple days.”
“We aren’t on truant duty,” Bass said. “We’re looking into the death of Edie Love.”
“Oh, yes. Her. I should have realized that.” Rhonda’s red face blushed redder with embarrassment.
“Did she get along with her co-workers?” Macky asked.
“Oh, yes
