Cam finally put her fork down and sat back.
“I’ve always loved this place,” she told him, “It sure beats the stuff they served as Italian in there. All they ever served was spaghetti…without meatballs. I guess when you’re cooking for four hundred people, you do what you can.” Then she laughed. “None of those cooks could make it out here in the real world. I don’t think they know there’s a difference between a cook and a chef.”
“I’m sure they did the best they could.”
She grinned at him. “Maybe not. No one got poisoned.”
“I’m sure they wouldn’t put murderers in a kitchen.” Pauly motioned the waiter that he wanted the check.
“Now what?” he asked.
“Now we have to find out what this man wants with me.”
“Where do you want to start?” Pauly asked.
“Well, Maggie said whoever it is has been asking around both lesbian and gay bars. Maybe we should divide up the places and meet a little later.”