Chapter 23

It wasn’t until later that afternoon when he was alone in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner that Greg realized Cisco had subtlety interrogated him all day without revealing a single personal detail about himself. Greg vowed to try to ferret out some information over dinner.

Greg bought a hearty red cabernet to go with the stew. He planned to serve it over rice because the recipe didn’t have potatoes.

They sat down to dinner exactly at eight pm as Cisco requested. “Can I sit at the table, Sir, or do you want me on the floor by your side?”

“Sit at the table, baby. I want intelligent conversation. I’m not going to get that with you seated on the floor. When we go to the club, I may have you sit on the floor, but not in the house.”