Chapter 36
Due to a bit of poor planning, not bringing an SUV, Paul sat up front and Kate was sandwiched in the back of Terry’s car. There was no way Paul could fit in the back with Rikka and Sam three across—Kate did little better.
Rikka sat in the center and was lost in studying Paul’s phone. Sam was as talkative as usual.
That left Kate speaking to the back of Terry’s head.
“So, Terry, what’s your working theory on how I killed a chef in New York and Scotland at the same time and kidnapped my brother while I was with you?”
“Who’s dead in New York?” Paul half turned to face her.
“A chef named Max Klugman was killed by a sugar sculpture in the main studio yesterday afternoon.”
“That’s weird.”
Kate wished she was sitting on the opposite side of the car so that she could smack her b
