Chapter Ninety-Nine
Scott
 
     Mr. Moyes looked carefully at the decorated plate of food before it went to the customer's table when the waiter came and said: "Chef, the customer at table number nine wants to thank you for the food."
   Mr. Moyes went to table number nine with the waiter. The chef's surprise increased with every step he took forward; so did his confusion.
The customer at table nine was none other than Mr. Collins. Mr. Moyes was not happy to see his brother, but felt a fear that grew every moment.
   Mr. Collins put his hooked hands on the table in front of him; while he had a thin smile on his lips; he said: "Chef, your food was amazing." Then he reached for the inner pocket of his jacket; took out a packet and put it on the table and said: "I really liked the taste of the food and I want to give this to you as a token of appreciation."
   Mr. Moyes said in surprise: "Excuse me, sir, but I can't accept anything from a customer."
Mr. Collins, while holding the packet, stood in front of Mr. Moyes and put his hand on his shoulder; then brought his face close to the chef's ear and whispered: "Brother, you better accept it." Then he gave the packet and left.
Mr. Scott Moyes instead of going back to the kitchen went to the locker room of the chefs and while he leaned his head on his locker, opened the packet and found two plane tickets for the day after tomorrow at the earliest possible time to Paris; he took them in front of his eyes and stared at them for a few moments. He couldn't believe that Josh wanted him and his wife to return to Paris as soon as possible, but why? Did things get worse? Was Josh worried about his brother or had another plan? In the sentence that Josh said, he couldn't find any affectionate point. Mr. Moyes took a paper from the packet that read:
Great chef Mr. Moyes, this is my last favor to my younger brother. With these tickets, return to France as soon as possible and stay there. This is for your benefit, especially you, Scott. Never come back.
When Scott Moyes read that paper, his hands were shaking. With the same shaking hands and with anger, he tried to tear the letter, but he couldn't. Then he turned and opened the locker and put the letter and tickets in his bag and threw it into the locker; he closed the door firmly and locked it; Scott said to himself: "Did he find out what I did?!"