“No Tamlyn tonight?” Dino asked.
“I’ll have you know, we have yet to go on a date.”
“You’re losing your touch.”
“I’m giving her time to settle in.”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself.”
“Have you decided if you’ll be joining me this weekend?”
“I will. Viv won’t. She’ll—”
“Still be in Barcelona?”
“—be in Sydney.”
“Australia?”
“Do you know another?”
“I’m sure there must be at least one.”
“If there is, that’s not the one she’s going to. What’s the dress for the party?”
“Formal, I believe.”
“Then I will pack appropriately.”
A hostess appeared and told them their table was ready.
After they were seated and had ordered, Dino said, “I forgot to tell you. We IDed the guys who attacked your friend Paul Weston at Liesel’s.”
“He’s not my friend.”
“Friend of your client’s then.”
“No friend of my client, either. Which works out well since he wants nothing to do with her, too.”
“How did she take that?”
“I told her she could do a lot better than him, and that seemed to satisfy her.”
“I didn’t realize doling out relationship advice was one of the services you provided.”
“It happens more than you can possibly imagine. Who were the attackers?”
“Snapper Pope and Jimmy Lavine.”
“Snapper? That’s a real name?”
“It’s on his driver’s license.”
“What do they have to say for themselves?”
“Nothing yet. They appear to have left town.”
“That’s not helpful.”
