Bab 60: Brick Wall

"Seriously? A brick wall?" For two weeks, Jessie had waited for Jackson to locate the naysayer who was out to murderize the bakery and Jessie's sense of accomplishment.

"Yeah." Jackson swigged at a beer and put his feet up on the bar table. "No local publication admits to printing the review. A dip dive into the internet didn't turn up an online source either. Yelp is investigating the reviews posted there, but all they will share is the source of the reviews were unique from one another and originated from different IP addresses. Until the investigation is complete, they're not budging on deleting them."

Jessie's head hurt so bad that she was sensitive to the lights over the bar. She shielded her eyes from the illumination, grateful the bar lights were the only lighting right then. She was out of savings and patience. The Flour Pot might have gotten more business if it had been a morgue catering to born-again zombies than it did now.