Cosette: A Short Story

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“Cosette, how are things looking tonight?” Colter stepped up to the bakery counter and waited patiently for his usual: a double bacon, double perception breakfast biscuit with an over easy egg and a shot of fair-trade espresso. When we was a young monster hunter, the night was his playground. These days he had more knowledge under his belt, but far less ability to stay in-tune in the wee hours of the night. “Good, good…” she said, but there was an edge to her voice. “But…?” he asked, knowing that she would spill over. They had shared countless secrets over the years, nothing held back. When she handed him the small cup filled with piping hot espresso, he leaned over the bakery case. “I’m waiting.” “Fine.” She set her lips in a hard line and …show more content…

Cosette was waiting in the walk-in fridge. “There is someone causing trouble,” she said. “I don’t know who it is yet, but maybe you can help me. Look at this.” She pointed to large flats of smashed eggs, dead, lifeless bread dough, and trays of pastries that were so black they were indistinguishable. She rubbed her temples. “Someone visiting my bakery is out to get me.” Colter stood up a little straighter, and put a hand on Cosette’s shoulder. “I’ve got this. I’m not going to let anyone ruin you. I’ve got some friends I can talk to over at Petite Mort. Whoever came here and did this probably came from there. Maybe I can catch something telling on the surveillance tapes. It’s really too bad you don’t keep cameras in here.” “Too risky. You know that. My baking secrets don’t belong on camera,” she shifted uncomfortably. “If I can’t find something there, I have my ways.” She looked relieved, like a weight had been taken off her shoulders. “I guess this means no biscuit today, huh?” She shrugged apologetically, and Colter headed out into the night to Petite Mort. Usually Cosette was helping him do his job, tonight he was going to help her do

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