**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.
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