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it into a fine gourmet dish? That one still smarted.
    He sat back, focusing his attention on the contestants as they slammed the sealed containers on the counters and tore away the tops. Gilmore and Barrows pulled out large slabs of plastic wrapped brisket. Bolzano ripped off the top of his container.
    “Shit!” He thrust it across the counter until it tipped onto the floor and landed next to Gilmore. The younger chef let out a shriek and did a slow spiral faint onto the floor.
    As Jordan tried to understand what had happened, The Culinary Channel’s cameraman zoomed in on the container to get a better shot. The awful truth became evident on the overhead screens. An ear piercing scream came from somewhere in the audience. A commotion exploded with the media rushing forward while the chefs scrambled for the entrances, and the police tried to keep everyone in the room. Several people had their phones raised to catch videos of the bedlam. Detective Jericho charged through the crowd like the superhero flavor of the month.
    “Holy crap!” The mike dropped from Tom’s hand with a loud electronic screech. “It’s a dude’s dick.”
    A yelp of hysterical laughter rang out over the mayhem. “So much for your big, bad bratwurst, Max.” Olivia wiped her streaming eyes. She dropped back onto one of the chairs to catch her breath and held on to her sides between gasps. “At least someone’s knife work was up to par.”
    Gilmore’s partner raced to his side and knelt. “Brad, Brad.” He lightly slapped at the unconscious man’s face until he moaned, opened his eyes, and promptly passed out again. The distraught man fumbled inside his jacket pocket with one hand, presumably for his phone, while he smoothed back the red and black hair over the young man’s forehead. “Damn it, someone call 911.”
    The cameraman relentlessly captured the drama as it unfolded.
    “Don’t do this to me, Brad.” The chef’s head lolled back and forth. His partner’s hand came away covered in blood. “Oh, my god, he’s dying.”
    Jordan swallowed hard to keep down the chocolate chip cookies he’d snarfed up in the greenroom.
    The murderer had slated the deceased’s AWOL member for tonight’s blue plate special.

Chapter Three
    Tilly averted her eyes. She hadn’t been up close and personal with one in a long time, but she recognized the pathetic lump of flesh all the same. The missing piece of the Ethridge puzzle lay there in gruesome detail on top of the wrapped brisket. Her stomach gave a slow, nasty roll. The coffee burned in her throat like three kinds of hell as she watched everything unfold in fast forward and slow motion at the same time. Gray shadows edged her vision.
    “Come on, Matilda. Don’t you dare faint on me.” Jordan’s hissed command pulled her back to the insanity in the hotel ballroom.
    “I’m fine, I’m fine.” She pressed her fingers against her lips. The idea of vomiting in front of him held back the urge to hurl. He thrust a glass of water in front of her. Tilly shook her head at the idea of anything going into her stomach. “No really.”
    “You don’t look fine.” The concern in his voice caught her off guard. Sarcasm she could deal with, but compassion from him rang little alarm bells. She refused to be sucked into the worried depths of his dark eyes. Her heart trip-hammered. Heat built from her core and worked upward until her cheeks grew hot.
    “Thanks. I always look this way when, when…” She pointed to the screen and looked away. “I’ll be okay in just a moment.”
    “Everyone—sit—down.” The detective’s voice boomed over the pandemonium. “You, over there.” He pointed at Nick, who still manfully filmed away. “Turn that thing off.”
    The burly cameraman ignored the detective’s command with a shake of his head and kept his camera focused on the contents of the container. “Can’t, dude. I’ve got a job to do. Freedom of information, and all that.”
    The set of the