Twenty“Here it is. With one day to spare. The d’Oro 1869 Zinfandel that will get the world talking!”
Aristide presented himself before Will Davenport with a self-mocking flourish, like a courtier making a presentation to the king. “I hope you haven’t changed your mind about representing us in the last two days.”
He carefully lowered the crate containing a dozen bottles onto the front office desk and took a step back. “Hot off the Central Pacific and the Oakland ferry. Specially freighted from Sacramento under the eagle eyes of one of our cellar men. I can guarantee this consignment is contaminant-free.”
He straightened up from discharging his load and instantly saw he’d badly misjudged Will’s mood.
His normally bland fairness was marred by a dark frown. He had a smear of black ink on h
