Chapter Seven
“Well, well, well, what have we here?” Vincent Ferrari’s voice calls from the entrance.
On the other side of the bar, Roxi freezes, as if she recognizes Vince. But she recovers so quickly, most people wouldn’t have even noticed. But I’m not most people, and my spidey senses are already on high alert. It’s an effort to raise a hand in greeting. “Good to see you, Vince. What can I do for you?” I keep my voice even. “Roxi, this is one of our members, Vince Ferrari. Can you pour him a glass of the reserve? Top shelf on the left.”
She nods, avoiding looking at either of us.
Ferrari, on the other hand, can’t keep his eyes off Roxi. He looks like a big bad wolf ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. For a second, I rethink telling Roxi she can’t carry in the bar. It takes all my
