Grilled Rye Murder: Book 16 in The Darling Deli Series by Patti Benning Page B

a wonderful dog, and Adam seems like a nice kid.” Moira smiled at the other woman. “This is a neat place that you have here. I bet once school starts, a lot of kids will stop in after class. Do you own this place? What does the D in the store’s name stand for?”
    “I just manage the store, it’s a franchise,” Robyn said with a chuckle. “I wish I owned it—I’d be rich! The D stands for the owner’s name, Danehill. I guess he thought ‘Danehill’s Donuts’ just didn’t have quite the same ring to it.”
    The rest of their conversation went by in a blur to Moira. She did her best to act as normally as she could, but inside she was reeling. Danehill—that was the name of the person that had tried to buy Zander’s farm twice. Did David know that he owned a donut franchise? What on earth could Danehill want Zander’s property for? What would the donut man be willing to kill for?
    Itching to talk to David, she invited him over to her house for an impromptu dinner. She didn’t mention anything about the case to him; she had discovered long ago that it was easier to get him to talk if she caught him unawares with her questions. She would just slip the subject of Danehill in between talk of their wedding and plans for their honeymoon.
    First, though, she needed to figure out what she was going to make for dinner. A quick call to the deli solved that; she asked Allison, who had the afternoon shift, to put aside a couple of servings of the pot roast stew for her. Paired with some of the delicious bread from the deli and a fresh salad, it would make for a hearty meal—and best of all, she wouldn’t have to take any extra time out of her day for cooking. She had plenty of time to run her errands before swinging by the deli in the evening and picking up a nice warm meal to bring home to David. Sometimes things work out perfectly , she thought. Too bad it never seems to happen with the big stuff.
     

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    She had planned just to swing by the deli for the food and then hurry home to get everything prepared for David, but when she saw the refrigerated truck parked in the alley around back, she decided to stay for a little bit and help Cameron and Jenny unload. Even though they had been working for her for months, she still didn’t feel that she knew them as well as the others. Since they were responsible for most of the catering jobs, they didn’t spend anywhere near as much time at the deli itself as everyone else did. Still, they were part of the crew, and it never hurt to spend some extra time with her employees.
    “Hey Jenny, how did the job go?” she asked, setting down her purse next to the big take-home container of soup that Allison had waiting for her.
    “It went well, Ms. D. Shelby was happy with everything, and she even said to tell you that she was planning on hiring the deli to cater her other daughter’s open house this fall.”
    “That’s what I love to hear,” said Moira with a smile. “You and Cameron have been doing great here. I’m so glad I hired you.”
    “Thanks. I love this job, I really do.”
    The deli owner watched as the young woman walked away, noting that she still seemed unusually subdued. She must really be taking Zander’s death hard , Moira thought. I wonder if Cameron has noticed? She knew that the red-haired young man was smitten with Jenny, but wasn’t sure how much they really hung out outside of work.
    She got her chance to ask him soon enough. He was out in the refrigerated truck, taking inventory to make sure nothing was missing.
    “Hey,” she said, stepping up into the truck. She hadn’t once regretted buying it—the ability to transport their own food without renting a vehicle was wonderful, and she had been able to lower their catering prices too, once the truck had been paid off. “I heard the open house went well. Congratulations on another job well done.”
    “It was a piece of cake,” he said with a grin. “I love open houses. People are