Raphael was overseeing the operation of the new machinery for de-stemming and crushing the grapes prior to fermentation. The equipment had just arrived, after approval of the new line of credit Caterina had rushed to arrange with Elsa Williams’s bank in San Francisco.
With Vino trotting beside her, she signaled to Raphael. “Any word yet?”
Raphael pushed his straw hat from his head and drew a sleeve across his forehead. “Santo called with the test results.” His expression darkened, and he put his hands on his hips.
Her heart nearly stopped. “Tell me.”
“We’ll have to destroy those three vines, sure enough, but the others are clean.” He spat angrily on the ground.
“He’s taunting us.” No one was safe at Mille Étoiles until Luca was caught. Though he’s already destroyed my life, she though
