"Where do we start?" you ask.

"Questioning the people who work at," Steve wrinkles his nose slightly. "California’s Best BBQ."

Matilda Wyatt answers the door on the first ring. She is a waitress at the BBQ joint.

"Is there something I can do for you?" she asks.

Steve takes out his ID and shows it to her. "I’m Detective Sloan," he says. "I’m looking into the death of Mr. Evan Brentwood."

"How can I help?" she asks as she invites the three of you in.

"We want to know when you left the restaurant last night," Mark says as he sits next to Steve on the couch. You remain standing but stand nearby.

"I think around eleven," she says. "I just had to get some sleep."

"Did you do anything to help with the tricks that were played against the rival restaurant?" you ask. Steve glances up at you with a strange look.

"I’m ashamed to say that I was," she replies. "Nothing dangerous, just a rat in the bathroom and a sign on the front door."

You purse your lips but say nothing. Steve only raises his eyebrows at the answer.

"Did you know that the bar bq sauce at the restaurant was spiked with salmonella?" Mark asks.

"Why would anyone do that?" Matilda asks.

"That’s what we’re trying to figure out," Mark says.

"Maybe they were testing it out to play on that other restaurant," Matilda says. "Bar BQ Bob’s has a better sauce than we do."

"Thanks," you say before you think, ‘What an idiot I am.’ "Uh, for your help so far…" you stammer as you stick your hands in your pockets.

All three people look up at you then go back to their discussion. "Did any one want to kill the boss?" Mark asks.

"No, he was great," she says. "We were having fun with the jokes and he was determined to put Bob’s out of business."

You bite your lip and hate what you’re thinking.