**Warning: these entries may be graphic and, hopefully, frightening. Keep in mind this is merely fiction. No humans (or animals) have or will be harmed in the production of this blog. All names have been chosen at random and are not meant to represent anyone, living or dead. Any similarities are purely coincidental**
10/13/13 10:00 PM
Well, the Hemlock is real and Nikki is dead. As a sort of penance, I worked her shift and mine and Angela’s. (I also needed the money.) Nikki and Angela were best friends; or perhaps friends with benefits if the rumors were true. By the time I got off last night I was too damn tired to do anything but sleep. Today wasn’t much better with all the teary-eyed waitresses getting on my last nerve but Natalie was hostessing again. She hugged me and said I was kind for covering Angela’s shifts. God, she smells good.
In other news, I am in the clear. The hospital confirmed that Nikki died of Hemlock poisoning BUT they’re blaming it on her food. The chef’s special to be exact. As it turns out, quails can ingest Hemlock and it does not kill them; however, it will kill a person if they, in turn, eat the quail. Nikki stealing my roast quail was like divine intervention. There is no way for a chef to know if the quail was tainted so there’s no recourse for the restaurant. Quite the opposite, the distributor is the one who’s taking the rap and I get off Scott-Free. I nearly wet my pants laughing at this morning’s headlines. Every newspaper, not to mention all the local TV newscasts, jumped all over the story. Quail, the quiet killer. It’ll be too risky to use the Hemlock again so I’ve been researching other options for my old pal, Dick. Natural Neuro-blockers are pretty much out of the question. They do exist but they’re going to be much harder to come by so I may have to consider street drugs. Roofies would render a similar effect and are much easier to get my hands on. Now I just have to find a dealer I can trust-as much as anyone can trust a drug dealer, that is.