CHAPTER 26
The line outside Falseta, the hot Spanish restaurant where Mimi worked as a line cook, stretched down the block. They didn’t take reservations, so even on a weeknight scoring a table for two could mean waiting for hours to get seated. Nobody seemed to mind, though, as night after night patient diners killed time by staring at their smartphones, chatting with their dinner dates and shuffling slowly toward the door.
But Tana wasn’t there for dinner. And she wasn’t feeling especially patient either. Her stomach was in a knot and food was the last thing on her mind, even though, according to The Bugle’s restaurant critic, Falseta served some of the best Iberian cuisine this side of Madrid. The quality was high, but so were the prices. If it wasn’t for Mimi bringing Tupperware spec
