SixtyHector de Vile beamed and reminded himself of the old saying, “Revenge is a dish best eaten cold.”
If only Archie could see me now!
“Can I suggest the sweetbreads to start, perhaps followed by the duck and venison?”
Leilani Manolo’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I’m not sure I could eat that much.” She glanced toward her brother with a dimpled smile. “But I suppose Kaleo can help out.”
“Then we’ll follow that with apple fritters with wine sauce and crème brulée.”
Jack’s on Sacramento Street was the place where politicians and businessmen entertained their clients or got together to exchange city gossip, the fashionable French menu one of its many drawcards. The dark walls, numerous gilt carvings and ornate wrought-iron banisters gave out a clear message: “You have arrived. You’re o
