Chapter 18Rubino's was an icon in deli meat submarine sandwiches. Falcone called them Sammies. The fresh cold cuts, the finely chopped lettuce, the thin sliced tomatoes, and the house dressing was nothing compared to the fresh baked bread. A large Sammie was good for two, maybe three meals. Falcone loved the turkey with banana peppers, spicy mustard, provolone, and, of course, tomatoes, lettuce, and the house dressing.
Richards sat across from her partner and shook her head as she forked around inside her large Caesar salad. “Eating like that is going to make you fat.”
Falcone took elbows off the table, sat back, and patted his stomach. “Tone. Flat. Whatever. When I'm hungry, I'm not really all that worried about it.”
“It will catch up with you,” she said, and poured creamy dressing ove
