Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Four

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR

Lou and Dayla are surprisingly friendly and despite their grim words, I do feel comfortable with them.

They help me sneak into the kitchen which looks so professional and modern that I’m left gaping like an idiot. But the smell of fresh food being cooked makes my stomach rumble.

“Lou,” Dayla glances at the woman next to me and Loud nods before heading towards a long counter which is covered in bread and what not. I’m standing there like a fool when Dayla grabs my head and hisses, “Duck!”

I fall to the ground and she pulls us both under the cloth of one the tables.

“Who are we hiding from?”

“No-”

“Me,” comes a booming voice as the cloth is pushed up.

I find myself staring into a monstrous looking face. Whatever scream built up in my throat is swallowed in fear.

“Ah, shit,” Dayla is too relaxed. “I should have known you weren’t on your break, Marty.”

Marty?

This is Marty?! The chef?!