Chris could hear noise in the background. Salvaterri’s phone hung on the wall near the kitchen door. Cooks and waiters buzzed about him. Peak hours were approaching when the neighborhood would march in, expecting lasagna and chianti. But Anthony took a break and called Chris at home.
“Anthony, get back to work, they’re going to fire you for talking to me.”
“I just wanted to check on my baby, baby.”
Chris stared into the receiver before answering. “You’re calling for that?”
“What’re you doing, sunshine?”
“I’m making dinner and I have to get back to the stove. I had a rough day with Arthur today.”
“Why? What’s wrong with Princess Arthur?”
“Can’t say on the phone, but she’s hung up over that closet case Claude.”
“What does she see in that cross-eyed geek?”
“There’s only one answer to that question, Anthony. Now back to work!”
She hung up. Of course, Anthony would call Claude a geek – she’d told him about Mill Valley, being left at the hotel and no money to pay for one, when he ran off to Oregon. Now that she worked in the same office downtown as Claude, they had to be civil – but not polite. More than once she’d thrown daggers at him. And now he’d gotten her best friend caught in his web, and he didn’t know any better about the way he operated. Claude Archer was a true operator.
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