Chapter 20
Ristorante GirasoleStepping off the curb at Via del Mare, Paolo walked into Ristorante Girasole about half past eight, just as the dinner rush was filling the dining room. Stepping through the narrow doorway into the semi-lighted room, he was enveloped with the aromas of the Ligurian coast, and the chatter and clatter of a typical Italian dining room. He let his eyes adjust to the difference in light, let his ears adjust to the din around him, and gazed across the room toward the kitchen, then to the slender man circling the tables with practiced grace.
Paolo stood at the door and waited, bag in hand, but probably looked more like a guest waiting to be seated than a family member on a visit. Finally, the dining room manager spun past one more table and approached him.
It was
