Chapter 8
Mr. Trevor's special Valentine's Day dinner was waiting for us when we came in the door and made a welcome distraction to our lack of progress on the investigation. He had done far more than just made lava cakes. There was baked chicken with creamy rice and asparagus drizzled in a buttery lemon sauce that was so filling I feared I'd have no room for dessert.
But when he brought out homemade whipped cream and fresh raspberries, I decided I could make the room. I slid my fork into the side of my lava cake and watched the chocolate ooze over the raspberries.
"This is perfection, Mr. Trevor," Sophie said with her mouth full.
"Really?" Mr. Trevor said with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't think I could top a surprise visit from an old friend bearing beignets."
"Those were good too," I
