Alex Harris 00 - Poisoned by Macko Elaine

Author:Macko, Elaine [Macko, Elaine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-09-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“I can show you to your seats now, if you’d like to follow me.”

John and I threaded our way past other diners to a table for two in the rear of the restaurant. One of the main attractions of Ginnalli’s was their open-fire pizzas, and I liked sitting close to the fire. The restaurant always smells of fresh garlic and tonight was no exception. I was hungrier than I thought despite all the pickles at lunch.

A young man came up to our table with a basket of small bits of fried pizza dough. He added some fresh butter and told us our waiter would be back shortly to take our orders.

Though an Italian restaurant, from the outside the place looked like a weathered fish shack complete with well-worn grayed shingles. The inside certainly smelled like an Italian restaurant but the requisite fishing net and glass floats adorned a side wall. This was, after all, New England and I guess they felt they had a style to uphold.

“I can never decide what to have. Now if I were Samantha, I’d order a couple of things and be done with it, but, oh, let’s see...” I read the menu. I knew every item on it by heart but still had a hard time deciding. “Okay, I’m going to have a caprese to start and then a marguerita pizza.” I folded the menu and put it to one side.

John smeared a piece of dough with some butter and smiled. “That’s what you always have.”

“Yes, and I know that you always get the pasta with four cheeses, which is the other thing I want. This way I can have mine and some of yours, too.”

“Well, maybe I’ll change this time just to be mean, and maybe that way I can actually get a whole dish to myself.”

“Won’t work.” I smiled at him over the breadbasket. “I like everything on the menu so whatever you have I’ll take a bite. Just consider me your official food taster.”

We came to Ginnalli’s often. It was the best Italian restaurant in town, probably the best restaurant in town, period. Papa Ginnalli believed no amount of garlic was too much and I wholeheartedly agreed.

After we placed our orders, I asked, “How’d it go today?” I hated asking too much, but John seemed so fed up with the family I suspected he welcomed the chance to unload on me.

“The same. I’m really getting tired of these people. May and June, no, June and May, as I’ve been corrected on several occasions, are really something. But I spent most of the day talking with Stuart.”

“Stuart? He wasn’t there Monday night. Did he come over on the weekend?”

“No. But he is part of the family and they definitely seem to want Mrs. Brissart out of the way, so he’s a suspect. He could have been working with someone else.” John sighed. “Though a conspiracy theory is rather farfetched. He’s full of himself. A trait, I might add, that he shares with everyone else connected with the family.

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