Free A Fright to the Death by Dawn Eastman Page A

and I are engaged. First, she fell in love with my cooking, then she fell in love with me.” He grinned. “The family quarters are fairly spacious, so I stay with her most nights. I have a small apartment in town, but I haven’t seen it in a week.”
    Mac sat back in his chair. “So, who volunteered to stay?”
    “Well, Emmett is a single guy and he practically lives here anyway,” René said. “He’s a good worker and he wants his own restaurant someday. Kirk is also single and his boss had to get home to his wife. We had one housekeeper stay—there are only three of them and I think they drew straws.”
    “Where does the staff sleep in a situation like this?” I asked, thinking of my own rooming situation.
    “We have a couple of small rooms in the basement that we use for emergencies. They were originally for the servants when the house was built. Staying there for a night or two is one thing. I can’t imagine living there.” He wrinkled his nose.
    “Back to last night,” Mac said. “Can you tell us where you were?”
    “Right, sorry. Emmett and I made dinner. Fortunately, with this knitter convention, I knew ahead of time how manypeople I would be feeding for the weekend, so I’d purchased enough food to last. But, as you know, we still decided to limit choices to be sure the food would stretch and we wouldn’t end up serving grilled cheese sandwiches by the end of the weekend.”
    He shuddered dramatically at the thought of grilled cheese. We waited for him to continue.
    “I helped serve the meal, and then went down to the freezer to get the ice cream to go with the tarte tatin. I had just returned to the kitchen when the lights went out.”
    “We have a witness who went looking for you during that time. She couldn’t find you and said that Emmett didn’t know where you were.”
    René shrugged. “I don’t know why he would have said that. He knew where I went.”
    “Did you see anyone while you were in the basement?” I asked.
    René shook his head no. “I just went to get the ice cream and came back. I didn’t see anyone.”
    “What did you do when the lights went out?” I asked.
    “Unfortunately, it happens more than we would like so we have a protocol in place. Emmett and I checked the thermometers in the fridges and freezers and recorded it in the log. Sometimes it takes a little while to get the generator working so I keep track of the temp to be sure things aren’t defrosting and refreezing. Emmett grumbles, but I like to be safe. The health inspector is a stickler and having everything documented shows that I run a tight ship.” He sat back and his accent got a bit thicker. “Plus, I am attempting to have the restaurant rated by Michelin. I don’t want anything to interfere.”
    “So you and Emmett were together the whole time that the lights were out?” Mac asked.
    René nodded. “We were busy trying to stack dishes and get organized in the dark—we had a couple of portable lanterns. We heard noise in the hall and Wallace came to tell us about Clarissa—I went to find Jess and that’s when I met you in the hall.”
    Mac reached out to shake his hand.
    “Thanks for your time. Will you ask Emmett to come talk to us?”
    After René had gone through the kitchen door, Mac said, “What do you think?”
    “It seems reasonable, but he doesn’t have an alibi for the time of the murder. We’ll have to see what Emmett says about how long he was gone.”
    Emmett greeted us with a wide smile and a wave from the door. He was tall and lanky with short brown hair. He also wore kitchen whites but had left the hat in the kitchen. He sat in the chair that had been vacated by René.
    “René told me you’re talking to people about last night. I’m happy to help.” He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms.
    “As you probably know, we’re treating Clarissa’s death as suspicious. We’re just trying to get a picture of what happened,” Mac said. “Can you tell us what you