Chapter Fifty-Seven
By nine o’clock, Elio knew he wouldn’t be having a busy night. His eight reservations were already seated, with most on their main courses. They’d had half a dozen walk-ins as well, yet it wasn’t enough to half-fill the restaurant. There were too many staff on.
“They’re really busy over the road.” Martin took a bottle of red down from the rack for table fifteen. He poured two large glasses. “We’ve got to do something about it, Elio, they’re killing us here.”
Standing behind the bar, next to his assistant, Elio nodded. “Yeah, I know, but what? They’ve found an excellent chef. What can we do?” He liked Kate and Aidan, especially Kate. He didn’t want to do anything underhanded.
“What about the chef?” Martin whispered in his ear. “He’s foreign, right? Has he got the rig
