When he noticed me, he glanced nervously toward the manager’s office.
“Boss, can we talk outside?”
We stepped into the alley behind the kitchen.
Luis hesitated.
“I’ve wanted to tell you something for months.”
“What is it?”
“You need to see how Kyle treats customers who look like they don’t have money.”
I waited.
“He and Madison, the new hostess, turn people away even when tables are empty. Sometimes they seat older customers beside the bathrooms and deliberately ignore them.”
My stomach tightened.
“What about the free-meal jar?”
Luis looked at me sadly.
“Frank, Kyle removed it months ago.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“Él dijo que hacía que el lugar pareciera barato. Había casi trescientos dólares dentro. Afirmó que entró en los fondos generales del restaurante”.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
Luis lowered his eyes.
“I tried. I called you in March. You said you were busy and would call back.”
