The Cameron family erupted in outrage.

"Eight thousand for a meal? That's ridiculous!" Austin's son barked. "He might as well go rob a bank!"

"You can't let that brute charge whatever he wants," he told the officers. "Tell him to stop gouging us."

Officer Blaise had to admit, he'd laughed the first time he heard it too. Then he'd checked the receipt.

"We've verified. It's eight thousand," he said evenly. "We inspected the restaurant—raw ingredients alone run over six thousand. With taxes an