The long-faced man sucked his teeth. "I don't know what the client is thinking, insisting we have to ruin her and record it before we can kill her. You can just tell a woman came up with a plan like this."
"If you've got a score to settle, just kill the person and be done with it. Why go through all this useless trouble?"
"The client calls the shots! Since we took the job, we have to do it their way."
"Besides, with a looker like that, you're the one getting the good end of the deal!"
At the base camp at the foot of the mountain, the two chefs, after a flurry of activity, finally finished preparing a dozen or so dishes. Dinner officially began. Those who had stools sat on them; those who didn't simply sat on the ground.
Felix Sherman went a step further, taking out an unused bedsheet and spreading it on the ground. He arranged all the dishes on it, and the guests gathered around in a circle to eat.
"It smells amazing! Mmm, this braised wild boar is delicious."
