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way, I’ll say that
about the man. But that’s all I’ll say.”
__________
Finished with Marriott, Virgil
stepped out of the conference room and found Rosencrantz and Donatti seated in
the reception area, two empty plates of shrimp tails on the coffee table by
their knees.
“Get what we needed?” Virgil said.
“Right here boss,” Donatti said.
“All of Pate’s financial history with the bank.” He handed him a file folder.
“Okay, I want you guys out at the
scene to help with the canvass. Ron should still be there. Widen it out as far
as possible. All we’ve got so far is Sandy’s report of a white panel van of
some kind. If we can get a plate, or even a partial, we’d have something solid.”
The two men stood up and Donatti
picked up their plates, looked around for a trashcan, didn’t see one, shrugged,
and set them back down on the table.
“You know,” Rosencrantz said, “If
you let that Jamaican chef of yours, what’s his name, again?”
“Robert,” Virgil said.
“Right, right, Robert. If you get
Robert some of this shrimp, and he put some of that jerk sauce on them and sort
of sizzled ‘em up in a pan, you’d have something right there.”
Donatti was nodding. “He’s right.
That sauce of his is something. You’d pretty much have the crack cocaine of
shrimp.”
Virgil nodded right along with
them. “Yeah, I know. I’m already on it.”
__________
Before he left, Virgil found
Margery at her desk. “Margery, listen. I’ve got something I want to run by
you.”
“Sure,” Margery said. “But wait,
before I forget, here’s the number of the seafood place in Elkhart. They’re expecting
your call.” She handed him a slip of paper with the info. “They said, and I
quote, ‘as a favor to me and because you’re a new customer, they’ll move you to
the front of the line.’ They’ve got a truck coming to Indy today. If you could
call them soon enough, you’d be all set.”
“Hey, that’s great. But, uh, I
probably won’t have time to call them.” Virgil pulled one of his cards out of
his wallet and handed it to her. “Do me a favor? Call the number on this card
and ask for Robert. He’s my chef. Tell him I said to order whatever he needs,
okay?”
“Sure. That’s no problem. You said
you wanted to run something by me?”
“I do. Look, I usually don’t ask
this, but you seem to sort of have your ear to the ground around here, so I was
sort of hoping you could let me know if you hear of anything that might be, uh,
let’s say, out of the ordinary.”
Margery looked around, like
someone might be listening. “Like what?”
“Anything really. Something out of
place, someone acting strange, uptight, saying something out of character,
something they wouldn’t normally do or say. Don’t do anything about it, but
call me and let me know, will you?”
“Sure, sounds a lot like what I do
already.” She gave him a little eyebrow wiggle. “And, as long as we’re trading
favors, how about you do a little something for me?”
“Uh, maybe,” Virgil said, a little
skeptical. “What is it?”
“Oh don’t get all coppish on me.”
“No, no. I’m not. What is it?”
“Well, earlier I told you I was
thinking about retiring and spending some time on the beach.”
“Yeah? Boy I could tell you about
some great places in Jamaica. I go every February for a month.”
“No, no. I was wondering…your two
guys?
“Yeah?”
“Well, you know…the cute one. Is
he attached or anything? I was hoping you could put a word in for me.”
Virgil puffed out his cheeks.
“Margery, I’ll be the first to admit I’m not very religious, and I mean not at
all. But with God as my witness, I don’t know which one qualifies as the cute
one.”
Margery huffed a little. “You
know…the tall one. What’d you call him? Rosie?”
“He’s the cute one?”
Margery gave him a slow blink.
Twice. “Oh, honey, are you kidding me? I’d like to buy him a few of
about the man. But that’s all I’ll say.”
__________
Finished with Marriott, Virgil
stepped out of the conference room and found Rosencrantz and Donatti seated in
the reception area, two empty plates of shrimp tails on the coffee table by
their knees.
“Get what we needed?” Virgil said.
“Right here boss,” Donatti said.
“All of Pate’s financial history with the bank.” He handed him a file folder.
“Okay, I want you guys out at the
scene to help with the canvass. Ron should still be there. Widen it out as far
as possible. All we’ve got so far is Sandy’s report of a white panel van of
some kind. If we can get a plate, or even a partial, we’d have something solid.”
The two men stood up and Donatti
picked up their plates, looked around for a trashcan, didn’t see one, shrugged,
and set them back down on the table.
“You know,” Rosencrantz said, “If
you let that Jamaican chef of yours, what’s his name, again?”
“Robert,” Virgil said.
“Right, right, Robert. If you get
Robert some of this shrimp, and he put some of that jerk sauce on them and sort
of sizzled ‘em up in a pan, you’d have something right there.”
Donatti was nodding. “He’s right.
That sauce of his is something. You’d pretty much have the crack cocaine of
shrimp.”
Virgil nodded right along with
them. “Yeah, I know. I’m already on it.”
__________
Before he left, Virgil found
Margery at her desk. “Margery, listen. I’ve got something I want to run by
you.”
“Sure,” Margery said. “But wait,
before I forget, here’s the number of the seafood place in Elkhart. They’re expecting
your call.” She handed him a slip of paper with the info. “They said, and I
quote, ‘as a favor to me and because you’re a new customer, they’ll move you to
the front of the line.’ They’ve got a truck coming to Indy today. If you could
call them soon enough, you’d be all set.”
“Hey, that’s great. But, uh, I
probably won’t have time to call them.” Virgil pulled one of his cards out of
his wallet and handed it to her. “Do me a favor? Call the number on this card
and ask for Robert. He’s my chef. Tell him I said to order whatever he needs,
okay?”
“Sure. That’s no problem. You said
you wanted to run something by me?”
“I do. Look, I usually don’t ask
this, but you seem to sort of have your ear to the ground around here, so I was
sort of hoping you could let me know if you hear of anything that might be, uh,
let’s say, out of the ordinary.”
Margery looked around, like
someone might be listening. “Like what?”
“Anything really. Something out of
place, someone acting strange, uptight, saying something out of character,
something they wouldn’t normally do or say. Don’t do anything about it, but
call me and let me know, will you?”
“Sure, sounds a lot like what I do
already.” She gave him a little eyebrow wiggle. “And, as long as we’re trading
favors, how about you do a little something for me?”
“Uh, maybe,” Virgil said, a little
skeptical. “What is it?”
“Oh don’t get all coppish on me.”
“No, no. I’m not. What is it?”
“Well, earlier I told you I was
thinking about retiring and spending some time on the beach.”
“Yeah? Boy I could tell you about
some great places in Jamaica. I go every February for a month.”
“No, no. I was wondering…your two
guys?
“Yeah?”
“Well, you know…the cute one. Is
he attached or anything? I was hoping you could put a word in for me.”
Virgil puffed out his cheeks.
“Margery, I’ll be the first to admit I’m not very religious, and I mean not at
all. But with God as my witness, I don’t know which one qualifies as the cute
one.”
Margery huffed a little. “You
know…the tall one. What’d you call him? Rosie?”
“He’s the cute one?”
Margery gave him a slow blink.
Twice. “Oh, honey, are you kidding me? I’d like to buy him a few of
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