CHAPTER NINE
They arrived at Gino’s just as the lunch rush had apparently died down. Once inside, Kate’s stomach responded right away to the delicious smell of pizza and calzones. She could barely remember grabbing breakfast that morning seeing as how much of the earlier part of the day seemed to be nothing more than a blur.
“Hungry?” DeMarco asked.
“You read my mind.”
They approached the small booth adorned with a sign reading Please Wait to Be Seated. A teenaged girl greeted them with a smile. “Table for two?” she asked.
“And, if you don’t mind, we’d like to speak to a young man that works here. Is Davey here today?”
“No, not today,” the hostess said.
“How about the manager?” DeMarco asked. “Is he here?”
“Yes. Do you need to speak with him?”
“Yes, please,” Kate said. She looked
