But I barely noticed him.
My thoughts were racing.
Walt Henshaw.
Mrs. Kowalczyk.
The family that had complained about poor service.
Had customers experienced unauthorized charges after eating at Rosie’s?
Was that why so many regulars stopped returning?
I stood slowly and reached for my phone.
My first instinct was to return inside, reveal my identity, and fire Kyle immediately.
But then I realized that if the device disappeared, proving what I’d seen could become difficult.
So I stepped toward the side window and discreetly recorded the hostess area from outside.
Several minutes later, another customer approached to pay.
I watched Madison repeat the same suspicious movement beneath the counter.
Now I had something investigators could examine.
Suddenly, the restaurant door opened.
I quickly lowered my phone.
It was Amber.
She carried a white paper bag.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re still here,” she said. “Are you okay?”
