Page stepped fully into the room, the door swinging on its hinges behind him. Jonathan put his phone back in his pocket, along with the card. He hoped Alphonse wouldn't see the message until later but silenced his phone just in case.
Bernard was carrying two plates of food in one hand, a bottle of wine and two wine glasses in the other.
“Bon Appetit!" Page stated, as he set down one plate in front of the empty seat. He then came around to Jonathan. He leaned down in front of Jonathan, and he caught a strong whiff of cologne, something musky.
The scent was almost immediately overwhelmed by the food, however. Lamb shanks, heavily seasoned, standing in a trio in the center of the plate, holding each other upright. They were over a bed of creamy mashed potatoes, ringed with spears of roast
