Red Flag
Laver, Alexander
The restaurant was alive and busting with water scurrying back and forth and the hubbub of diners' voices drowning the background music. Giving up on my attempt to figure out why the place looked so familiar, I reexamined the greasy mess on my fork, wincing at the thought of another bite. "This is gawdawful, Nathan
- similar to the quality at Dalliance last week."
"Yeah, I thought it might be, Kate. That's why I brought you here."
"Hunh?" I sn...