Also, the answer was yes. If you counted me, Cass, Boner, Archer, and Jules. Not to mention Gina.
When it came down to it, it was a good question whether he had anything to do with Hypnos and Zeus or not. If they knew who I was, they might well come in here and eat. Watch me. Make plans against me.
Finally, I shook my head. "No one comes to mind. I have a lot of regulars, but I can't say anyone looks more suspicious than anyone else."
"What about your staff?" Getzoff slid a glance toward Cass.
"I trust my staff implicitly," I said, trying to keep my annoyance in check at the not very subtle accusation. "Especially him. Does he look like he'd murder someone?"
I gestured toward Cass.
"Looks can be deceiving," Getzoff pointed out, giving me a direct look.
Okay, touché. I'd give him that point.
Cass held his hands up in front of himself.
"I’ve never killed anyone, I promise." That was true, he hadn't.
Yet.
He'd been a party to several deaths, but never wielded the knife. Or the acid. Or the water.
Getzoff pressed his lips together, frustrated. "If you think of anything, contact me. Something is going on here and I want to know what it is."
"Honestly, so do I," I told him. "If we're in any kind of danger, I'd like to know about it. Should I be watching my back?" With him or in general. Take your pick.
"It's always a good idea to watch your back, Chef St. James," Getzoff said. He nodded, tucked his hands into his pockets, and strode back out the door.
"I trust him as far as I can throw him," Cass said softly.
"Me too," I agreed with a sigh. "I can't figure it out. Either he thinks we're into something, or he's trying to protect us, in a general ‘cops trying to look after the public’ kind of way."
"I don't think he knows which one it is," Cass said. "I know what instincts are like; they tell you something is up, but they don't tell you what."
"That's true," I said. "Mine are telling me not to trust him, but I want to think he doesn't mean us any harm."
"But you don't, do you?" he asked.
I rubbed my forehead with the heel of my hand. "I don't know what to think. He was definitely fishing for information. Trying to see if we knew anything about Toby Dent. Seeing if we'd make a mistake somehow."
"Do you think we did?"
"I don't think so," I said carefully. "I think we were vague and playing the victim or potential victim well enough to put him off our scent for now."
"Right." Cass toyed with the clip in his hair like he wanted to pull it out and let it fall over his eyes. He twisted his lips.
"I’m starting to think Jules is right. We should keep a low profile."
"That might be what they want," I said.
He blinked a couple of times before he grasped what I was getting at.
"You think there's a chance he was sent by them. To get you to back off?"
"If I was them, I'd try to scare us off," I said. "Then I'd wait, and make a move against us."
"When you asked if we should watch our back…"
