At this rate, it’ll be nighttime before I’m able to fuck Harley.
“Wow, we’re more popular than the President and the First Lady,” Harley says.
“Tell me about it.”
I check my phone.
I frown at the text from Grazie Mille’s new interim manager.
Melissa
Sorry to bother you on a Sunday.
Kazimir
How can I help you?
Melissa
I haven’t contacted the owner yet, he’s next on the list. Since you’re in the city and representing him, I reached out to you first. This is an emergency.
I squint at my phone, a sensation of dread tightening my stomach.
Kazimir
What’s going on?
Melissa
The police and the FBI are here. They asked me to close the restaurant. All patrons were ushered out.
My head jerks back.
Kazimir
Is it in relation to the former manager?
Melissa
No, it’s in relation to a female patron who’s been coming to the restaurant on the regular.
Melissa
The police and the FBI have been tailing her for months.
Kazimir
Tailing her? As in, she’s a criminal?
Melissa
She’s been under surveillance as a person of interest. Those are the police’s words, not mine.
Kazimir
What for?
Melissa
