Chapter 10
Kate felt totally whipped, whupped, and wiped out by the time service was complete. The sun had long since set outside the tall windows along one wall of the kitchen. The tall trees along this side of the hotel were now softly lit by the lights shining out the windows.
Chefs sagged against counters or collapsed into chairs.
Their monitoring agents, who rather than being edged out had been recruited to help, looked little better. Only T-2—no, she wasn’t going to slip into Rikka’s nickname—only Terry had remained completely uninvolved, watching everyone and everything. It was just as well. If memory served, the man couldn’t boil water without burning the pot.
Kate poured herself a glass of whisky and passed the bottle around. Soon all of the cooks had a glass, though none of t
