Mother entered the room just then, and we sat down to dine.
Chapter 20
AS MUCH AS Novotny annoyed the hell out of me, I had to give him one thing: he was a damned good chef. The Chilean sea bass steaks he’d prepared were some of the best I’d even eaten.
After we’d helped Novotny clear off the table, we talked more of Atticus Mann and his numerous offspring and of the lost Confederate gold over slices of black forest cake and cups of coffee.
Finally, a glance at my watch showed it was growing late.
“We’d better hit the road, Quinn.” I had a few things I needed to look into the next day. And then I wanted to call Raphael’s and let Giovanni, the maître d’, know we’d be by for dinner.
“Do you have work tomorrow, sweetheart?”
“No, but I’ll go in anyway,” Quinn said. “I want Janet to take
