Relaxer Can Be Murder

Joey scrubbed the wooden rolling pin. Cleanliness was next to godliness in his kitchen. It was his lucky pin. He had it when he was in culinary school. It was the best present he’d ever received from his parents. It was old and had tons of nicks, but he would never throw it away. He dried the pin and headed to the counter on the other side of the kitchen. He picked up the big ball of dough and began to roll the pin over it using short, precise strokes. The police had been there all morning. He hoped the intimidating yellow tape wouldn’t keep his customers away.
He wondered what happened over there. He’d told Macy several times to get a more sophisticated security system, but she thought what she had was good enough.

“Joey,” Brenda stood in the doorway. “Something awful has happened.”