TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHICKEN PESTO MURDER
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Chicken Pesto Murder
Book Five in the Darling Deli Series
By
Patti Benning
Copyright 2016 Summer Prescott Books
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**This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons, living or dead, places of business, or situations past or present, is completely unintentional.
CHICKEN PESTO MURDER
Book Five of The Darling Deli Series
CHAPTER ONE
Spring had well and truly sprung in the town of Maple Creek. The small town, nestled on the west coast of Michigan, was beginning to show signs of life again, with tiny green buds on the trees, and birdsong filling the air. Moira Darling took a deep breath, looking up at the clear sky before turning back to the delivery man. There was work to be done.
“I can take it from here,” she told him, nodding to the boxes of fresh goods piled neatly just inside the deli’s side door. “Thanks for helping me bring the boxes in. I’ll see you next month.”
Her goodbyes said, the owner of Darling’s DELIcious Delights slipped back inside the building and shut the door firmly behind her, pausing to double-check that it had locked shut before facing the boxes. Her hands on her hips, she considered the best assignment of tasks.
“How can I help, Ms. D?” Darrin, the lanky young man that had been working for the deli for over a year, poked his head through the door that led to the main part of the deli.
“Do you think you could take care of the dry goods? I’ll handle the perishable items. I’ve been meaning to clean out the freezer again anyway.”
“Sure thing.” He disappeared for a second—probably to tell Dante that he was on his own with the register—then strode into the kitchen, washed his hands, and grabbed a box cutter. “Let’s get to work.”
It didn’t take them long to get everything put away. Moira kept the kitchen well organized; everything had a place, and she knew exactly where those places were. The deli was her pride and joy, and she spent nearly as much time there as she did at her house. The kitchen, with stainless steel appliances, a gas range, and the six-foot-deep walk-in pantry, was like a second home to her.
“There’s someone at the register that wants to talk to you,” Dante, her other male employee, said as he walked into the kitchen. “I came back here to see if I could help Darrin while you’re up front, but it looks like you two handled unpacking everything already.”
“We’re pros,” she told him with a grin. “But feel free to help him break down the boxes. Put them in my car when you’re done; I might as well reuse them when Candice moves later this summer.”
“Will do, Ms. Darling,” Dante said. Darrin gave her a thumbs up, and the two of them got to work on breaking down and folding the cardboard boxes that the food had come in.
She was surprised and a bit concerned when she saw Detective Jefferson waiting for her by the register. Had something bad happened? Her first concern was for her daughter, Candice, who had left a few hours ago to go shopping in the city.
“Is everything all right?” she asked him, unable to keep the worry out of her voice.
“Everything is fine,” he assured her. “I’m not here for police business. Well, I sort of am. I’m sure you remember Detective Fitzgerald?”
She nodded. There was no way that she would forget the older, taciturn detective who had been on the force for as long as she could remember. She might not have the friendliest relationship with him, but she definitely respected him and his devotion to his work.
“He’s retiring this month,” Jefferson told her. “We’re planning a party for him on his last day. It will be an open event, and I’m hoping that we’ll have a good turnout. He’s really helped a lot of people during his time as a detective. Would it be all right if I left this flyer in your window? It’s got all the information for the party on it.”
“Of course.” She smiled. “And you can count on me to be there. Do you need catering or anything?” she offered. “I’d be more than happy to supply a platter of sandwiches, or a cheese and meat platter.”
“That would be wonderful,” he said, smiling. “Thanks for your support. I’m going to miss him. He was my mentor when I first started as a beat cop. I’m just glad that he’s not planning on moving away. Our chief left for Florida when he retired.”
“I hope he enjoys his retirement,” she said. “I’m sure he deserves it.”
After the detective left, she rejoined Dante and Darrin in the back to see how they were coming along with breaking down the boxes. She wasn’t sure how many Candice would need when she moved. She wasn’t even sure when her daughter would be able to move; she had been having trouble finding a good place to open up her business in Lake Marion, the next town over. Well, she had found a place, the perfect place, but the man who owned it had left town and his granddaughter, who ran the shop, hadn’t been very helpful when they wanted to get in touch with him. For her daughter’s sake, she hoped that the mess got figured out soon, though she couldn’t help but be glad that Candice would be living with her for a little while longer.
Her daughter had only lived away from home for two out of her twenty years, and those had been two of the loneliest years of Moira’s life. She had opened the deli during that time as a hobby, something for her to do so that she wouldn’t have to sit alone in her empty house all day. What might she do when Candice moved out for good? Maybe she should move to Florida and open some sort of shop there. She grinned to herself at the thought of herself in some seaside restaurant, serving up gator tail and shrimp instead of delicatessen-style soups and sandwiches. Somehow that just didn’t seem like her. No, she would miss the sleepy little towns that dotted the coast of Lake Michigan. This was where she had grown up and raised her own daughter. She didn’t plan on leaving it any time soon.
“That’s all of them, Ms. D,” Darrin said as he came back to the counter from the kitchen.
“Thanks, you guys,” she said.
“No problem.” He and Dante traded a look, and Moira raised an eyebrow. They looked like they were planning something.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Well, we were talking while we worked,” Darrin began. “And I thought that since the deli has been doing so well lately, we might get even more customers if we extended the hours.”
“I’ve actually been thinking of that, but I really don’t want to be open much later than we are now. Things start to slow down the hour before close anyway, and I don’t think that enough people would come in for the extra hours we would all have to work to be worth it,” she told him.
“We don’t mean that we should stay open later in the evening,” Dante chimed in. “But open earlier in the morning. I think a lot of peop
le would come in if we offered some breakfast items.”
“Now that’s an idea,” Moira said, her mind already racing. Right now, the deli opened for lunch and closed shortly after the dinner rush. Breakfast might bring a fair amount of new customers in. “We would have to figure out a breakfast menu,” she added, thinking out loud. “And we would need a new supplier for eggs. We could start offering freshly squeezed juices; I’ve been meaning to buy a juicer anyway. The hours would be the most difficult thing to figure out. Would either of you be willing to work more?”
“Yes,” they said together.
“Especially during the summer,” Darrin added. “Since I won’t have classes.”
“And I can work as much as you want me to, Ms. Darling. Any extra hours are welcome,” said Dante.
“I’ll think about it,” she promised them. “I definitely do want to expand, I’m just not quite sure how yet.”
She had sent the two employees home and begun the task of cleaning up after a busy day when a familiar black car pulled into the parking lot. Moira smiled to herself when she saw David Morris get out of it and begin walking towards the deli’s front door. The private investigator had helped her more times than she could count since she had met him a few months ago. Even though he lived in Lake Marion, which was a good half hour away, he still managed to find reasons to visit her at work a few days each week.
They had gone on a couple of dates since he had first asked her out just over a month ago; she was glad that none of them had turned out as disastrously as the first one. Moira enjoyed spending time with David, but she wished that she didn’t have so much else going on at the same time. Between running the deli, helping Candice start her own business, and taking care of the house, she just didn’t have time for much of a social life.
She unlocked the doors for him, and leaned her mop against the wall. The floor was already nearly sparkling, but there were a few stubborn scuff marks that didn’t want to come off. If only she could afford to put new floors in, the place would look so much better.
“Hey,” she greeted the private detective. “What brings you to town?”
“I was just driving through,” he said. “I had to go to Wellsville for a case, and I decided to take the scenic route back.”
“I’m glad you did,” she replied with a grin. “It’s always nice to see a friendly face. Do you want anything to eat? I let the guys take the rest of the soup home, but I could make you a salad or sandwich if you wanted.”
“Thanks, but I’ve got some leftovers in the fridge that I should eat tonight,” he told her. “I just wanted to say hi… and to ask if you’re free tomorrow night.”
“Sure, after the deli closes, of course. Did you have something in mind?” she asked. She was glad that the deli wasn’t open very late; most evenings she could be home by eight and have a few hours before bedtime to finish whatever she hadn’t been able to get done in the morning. If she did end up extending the deli’s morning hours to include breakfast, she would have to rely more than ever on her employees. There was no way that she would be able to regularly work twelve-hour days without driving herself into the ground.
“Would you be interested in getting dinner with me at the Redwood Grill? I just closed another case, and I’d love to celebrate it with you,” he said, his blue eyes twinkling as they met hers.
“I’d love to.” A smile spread over her face. It sounded like work was going well for him too. It would be nice to spend an evening discussing their jobs; he might even have some good advice as to whether she should start serving breakfast or not.
“Great.” He returned her smile with one of his own. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”
CHAPTER TWO
“I think you should do it,” Candice said. Moira put the finishing touches on her hair before replying, making sure that no adventuresome strands would be able to escape during dinner.
“It will mean a lot of changes for both of us,” she said at last. “And once you leave, I’ll have to hire another employee. Maybe even two, considering how much you help out.”
“But you want to expand eventually, don’t you?” her daughter asked. “If breakfast ends up being a hit, then it could bring in the extra money you would need to open another place somewhere else. And if it doesn’t work out, you can always just go back to the normal hours.”
“You’re right, as usual,” Moira said with a laugh. “I’ll run it by David tonight and see what he thinks.”
“I’m sure he’ll think it’s a great idea. Have a good time, Mom.” Candice gave her a quick hug as David’s car pulled into the driveway. “Say hi to Denise for me.”
Denise was the owner of the Redwood Grill, and she and Moira were now on friendly terms after a bumpy start to their relationship. She was glad; the two women had a lot in common. They were both business owners, they both worked with food, and they both had experience with lousy husbands. Her own ex had had an affair shortly before they divorced, and Denise was still trying to make a decision about whether or not she could trust her husband any longer. The two of them had begun getting together every Sunday evening to talk about the previous week over a glass or two of wine. Martha, another of Moira’s friends, had also started joining them occasionally.
“I will if I see her,” she promised her daughter. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” She grabbed her purse, bade her daughter a final goodbye, and opened the front door just as David reached the porch. She took his arm when he offered it, and the two of them made their way down the steps to his car.
“So, tell me about this case you just finished,” she said as the waiter walked away. She sipped the glass of merlot, enjoying the smooth, rich flavor. The waiter had suggested it to go with the sizzling cut of steak she had ordered, and she had once again been impressed by how well the staff at the Redwood Grill knew their stuff.
“Oh, it was a corporate spying case,” he said. “Nothing big, but I saved my client a few thousand dollars.” He grinned. “Not quite as fun as some of the cases I’ve worked on with you. It was mostly a lot of background checking various employees, and following people around for hours every day.”
“No wonder I haven’t seen you much this week,” she said. She worked odd hours on occasion, but it was nothing compared to the hours that David sometime worked. She didn’t know when he found time for sleep, not with the amount of time he spent driving around and tailing people. “And I wouldn’t say my cases have been fun exactly… more like terrifying.”
“Hmm… maybe fun wasn’t the right word,” he said. “I think ‘exhilarating’ is the word I was looking for. None of my other cases have been as exhilarating as the ones you’ve gotten me involved with.”
“That may be true,” Moira replied with a laugh. “Still, I can’t say I’m sorry that it’s been quiet lately. Business is doing phenomenally well. I’m actually thinking of extending the hours that the deli is open for.”
“Really?” he asked, leaning forward with obvious interest in his blue eyes. “That’s great news. Are you thinking about doing breakfast hours?”
“Yes.” She sighed. “But I’m not completely sure about it yet. I would need to come up with a whole new menu, find a few new suppliers, and would have to split about twenty extra hours a week between the four of us,” she said, referencing herself, Dante, Darrin, and Candice. “It would mean more work, at least for a while.”
“You would probably get quite a few new customers, though,” he said. “Especially if you served coffee along with something easy to eat on the run, like muffins or quiches.”
“Quiches?” Moira raised her eyebrows. “That’s actually a great idea. I was thinking of doing some sort of breakfast sandwich, but I think quiches would be even better. I could put different ingredients in each day, and I could even do mini ones to make them even easier to eat on the run.”
“Quiches it is, then,” he said with a laugh. “It sounds like you’ve got it all planned out already.” He paused to take a sip of h
is own wine before he asked, “How is Candice’s search coming along?”
“Not well,” she admitted. “She just hasn’t been able to find a place as nice as that little toy shop, and Henry still hasn’t gotten back to her.”
“That’s odd.” David frowned, his brow wrinkling in consternation. Henry was an old friend of his—an avid fisherman prone to taking unexpected trips to his cabin up north. “It really isn’t like him to be out of touch for so long.”
“Do you think something might have happened to him?” she asked tentatively.
“Well, his granddaughter still insists that he’s fine,” he told her. “And it’s not unusual for him to disappear for a while, it’s just that he’s always told me before.” He shook his head, as if trying to clear bad thoughts from it. “I’m sure he’s fine. He should be back soon, and when he is, I’ll remind him to talk to Candice straight away.”
“Thanks.” Moira gave him a quick smile. “It would mean the world to her if she could buy, or even lease, the toy store and turn it into a candy shop. I hope she can be all set up before summer is over.”
“Me too,” he said. “I’ll do what I can to help.” They both looked up when the waiter appeared, pushing the dessert cart ahead of him. David traded a glance with her, and then ordered two lava cakes. I’ll need to buy a bigger belt if I keep this up, Moira thought, but it was worth it. Not much could compare to good food and good company on a warm spring evening.
Once they had finished the scrumptious melted chocolate cakes, Moira excused herself, wanting to make a quick run to the restroom while David brought the car around. She kept her eyes peeled for Denise on her way back through the restaurant, finally spotting her friend chatting with an elderly couple seated at a small table. Not wanting to interrupt, she kept her distance until the redheaded woman had finished her conversation. Moira caught her eye and gave a small wave, and her friend glided over to her, weaving gracefully between tables and busy wait staff.
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