Chapter 8

“But you don’t know how tall the person is,” remarked Byron, the sous chef. “It could go right over their head. I’d put something slippery on the floor, but mix it with some kind of dye so if they fell in it it’d get all over their clothes.”

Gretchen, their rotisseur, clicked her tongue. “They might have really good balance, and then when you clean it all up you’d just have a greasy stained floor. I’d make it look like someone committed suicide and have audio playing with really quiet demonic voices.”

“Geez, Gretch. We’re talking about setting up booby traps, not a haunted house.”

“Well, Halloween is right around the corner, and if you were a thief and walked in on that, would you stick around? I wouldn’t.”