POV: BRIGAIL
Brigail pushed through the kitchen door at Fiordilatte with five minutes to spare and both eyes barely open.
Terry waved his filleting knife from across the room. She held up a finger and pointed toward the break room. He nodded and went back to his fish.
Holly was already in there, reapplying lipstick in the locker mirror.
"First night at the Mandalay," Holly said without turning around. "How was it?"
"Fine." Brigail hung her bag and pulled on her chef's whites. "Uneventful."
Holly turned and looked at her directly. Brigail kept her face neutral and focused on gathering her damp hair into a ponytail.
"What is that look?" Holly asked.
"What look? I'm not making a look."
"You're making a look, Brigail. You're making the look of someone who had a very eventful night and
