They couldn’t go scot free. I had to wait for the right moment. Then, just as I was thinking about what to do, the waitress came up again to take another of their orders.
David grinned, his voice loud enough to carry. “Yeah, bring us another round of those burgers and fries.”
I gritted my teeth, my pulse drumming hard. They deserved more than hot food, they deserved a hot lesson. I needed to get into that kitchen.
I kept my eyes on the counter until I saw my opening. The chef on duty got distracted when another customer waved him over. He turned his back for only a few seconds, but that was enough for me.
I slipped through the swinging door and into the kitchen, my heart hammering. The air was thick with the scent of sizzling meat and onions. I moved quietly, scanning the shelves unti
