Chapter 75
Kate was in the kitchen whipping egg yolks, sugar, and Marsala wine in a zabaglione pot. An Italian dessert was incongruous with rest of the meal, but they were going to serve it in a split cup with Dirk’s mousse, with just a hint of the chili from the first night’s mole sauce, topped with a slivered apricot that would also hark all the way back to that first meal she’d cooked. It would actually tie these last crazy days together up in a tight culinary knot.
Neat as…too neat!
All of the pieces came together at once.
Death Waits in the Dark. The sun was indeed setting outside the tall kitchen windows.
Swift, Silent, Deadly Death. Poison. But her kitchen was clean. Between her and the official taster, every single thing they’d sent to the Great Hall had been clean.
The attac
