Chapter Sixteen
I lock the front door of the restaurant almost giddy with relief. Today’s lunch special was a hit, I’ve got three baking sheets full of perfectly prepped hors d’oeuvres waiting to be popped into the oven for tonight’s chamber meeting, and we’ve just survived a second visit from Mr. Nelson.
“I have to say,” the inspector had said a few minutes earlier, with an expression that suggested he was literally being forced to say it, “I’ve found no evidence to support the original complaint. I will be closing the file today.”
I lean against the counter and take a few minutes to revel in the victory, watching Mr. Nelson leave the restaurant and head out into the rain.
“He’s a very uptight young man.”
“Mom!” I yell, banging my elbow against the counter as I turn to her. “You have
