JUSTICE Is SERVED (Food Truck 7)

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Author: Chloe Kendrick
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small piece of cake. After making hot dogs for 100, I hadn’t really felt like eating my own cooking. We had discussed going to a small bistro that had opened recently. It was far more fun to check out the competition when Land was with me.
    Of course, the women’s restroom was locked. The park closed down fairly tightly at dusk, and the sun was just tucked away under the horizon. I sighed and looked around. I wasn’t too concerned about traffic, so I tried the men’s room. No one was in sight, so I was fairly certain that I wasn’t interrupting anyone. Just in case, I knocked before entering.
    The plain cement walls and tiled floor echoed the squeak of the door opening. If I’d been a superstitious person, I would have worried about the noise and the general isolated feeling. It had all the makings of a horror movie. However, I was made of sterner stuff, like wanting my entire deposit back on the linens. So I pushed on.
    I walked to the sink and pulled a number of paper towels from the dispenser. I blotted at the stain, wondering who would have done this. Was this a real plea for help or a hoax perpetrated by someone with a wasteful sense of humor? I leaned towards the latter. Given the number of murders I’d been involved with, people would have known about my exploits and perhaps poked fun at a young woman who had experienced more death than some undertakers.
    Given my assumptions, I wasn’t particularly worried about the guests at the wedding. I would mention the incident to Gina, who would share a laugh with me. I finally thought I’d gotten most of the moisture out of the cloth and looked around. The park district had definitely not gone all out with the facilities. The mirrors over the sink were silver-framed, but they’d grown tarnished to the point that the frames were now dark. I looked at my reflection and saw how tired I looked. Catering events would not be in the future for Maeve Kinkaid, I thought.
    I looked over my shoulder and started. The body of a man lay on the floor just inside of the handicapped stall. The angle of the mirror was just so that I could see inside the stall if the door was open.
    He wasn’t moving. Great, I thought, this is just what I needed. A drunk guest who had been left by his friends. He’d probably come in here to use the restroom and had passed out before he could leave.
    I turned around and walked over to him. I gave his foot a kick, since I was still holding the tablecloth. He still didn’t move. I carefully put the cotton cloth over the edge of the stall wall and leaned down. Up close, he didn’t look healthy. His color was bright red with blue around his lips. That was never a good color. I took a wrist between my fingers and felt for a pulse. There wasn’t one. I put my fingers on his throat, like I’d seen people do in the movies, but there still wasn’t any pulse. His skin was cold and clammy.
    I snatched the tablecloth and sprinted back to the food truck. I was breathing heavy by the time I returned.
    “What’s up with you? Did you run all the way here?” Land looked slightly amused at my desire to leave the park quickly. Of course, he would think it had to do with his irresistible charm.
    I took a deep breath. “There’s a dead man in the men’s restroom. I wanted to get away from there as soon as I could.”
    “What were you doing in the men’s room?” Land asked, as if that was the most important aspect of this problem.
    “The woman’s room was locked,” I explained. “So I went into the men’s room. I just wanted a paper towel, and no one was around. I figured I’d be fine there.”
    He nodded, understanding my practicality. “So you saw a dead man when you walked in. Gun shot? Knife wound?”
    I shook my head. “Strangulation maybe, but I didn’t see any palm prints around his throat.”
    “Asphyxiation, then.” He nodded. “It could be a natural death.” He opened the door to the food truck, stepped down, and joined me. “Let’s

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