Page 45 of Line of Sight (Second Sight #4)

Lucca

IT WAS the kind of restaurant Gary would make a mental note of in order to surprise Dan one evening with a romantic meal for two.

God knows we haven’t had many of those.

“Is one of you Detective Watson?” There was a trace of an Italian accent, which made Gary even more determined to see if the food was as good as the enticing aromas that wafted through the kitchen door.

“Fabrizio Tupi?” Gary read aloud from his notes. “I’m Detective Mitchell.” He did the other introductions. “We’d like to talk to any of your servers who were working here January of last year.”

Mr. Tupi stroked his chin. “Let me see. We have a lot of staff who come and go, but there are two who’ve been with us since we opened.” He raised his voice. “Angelo? Viene qui .”

Angelo appeared to be in his late forties, with a shock of black hair. “Is there a problem?”

“These gentlemen from the police have a few questions.” And with that, Tupi left them with Angelo.

Gary showed him photos of the four. “I know it was a year ago, but do you remember these people?”

Angelo studied the photos, his brow furrowed.

Then he smiled. “Yes.” He pointed to the picture of Jennifer.

“She was flirting with me all night. I was disappointed when she didn’t ask for my number before she left, especially after all that effort.

She must’ve been about my age too. I was surprised.

Usually women like her go for Paolo or Giani.

” He chuckled. “You know, the younger, pretty ones.”

“What about her?” Gary pointed to Amy.

Angelo frowned. “I think she was there. Or at least someone who looked like her. She didn’t stick out as much as the other lady. Kinda quiet. Not the kind of woman you’d notice.”

“She didn’t leave the restaurant during the meal?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe she went to the restroom?”

“Do you keep records?” Dan inquired. “Can you see who made the booking?”

“It’s all online, so probably. Let me check.” Angelo went to a monitor and tapped on the keyboard. “Do you have the date?”

Gary consulted his notes. “Yes. January 19, 2018.”

Angelo scrolled with the mouse. “Okay, it was booked by Amy Walsh for five people. That’s right, there was a no-show.”

They thanked him and left.

As they walked to the car, Riley mused aloud. “I suppose there wasn’t time for her to go to the restroom, sneak out the back way, drive to Waltham, kill Murphy, then speed back to the restaurant.”

Gary chuckled. “Not unless she was in the restroom for an hour. But a table for five? That interests me, especially that she booked it. Amy neglected to mention that part.”

Did the mystery guest cry off because something else turned up?

Like, they had to murder Jeff Murphy.