Vinny pulled into the parking lot of the
"Thank you, Vinny." She went to the back door and unlocked it.
"Is there anything I can do for you today Mrs. Cavelli?" Vinny asked, following closely behind her.
"I’ll be in my office getting some paperwork done. I really don't want to be disturbed. When the staff comes in, will you let them know that?"
Vinny nodded and then walked over to the bar. The bar was made out of beautifully crafted oak, with a dark brown finish, and a dozen or so stools that neatly line the one long edge. Behind the bar was a large mirror with grapevines etched along the edges. The left side of the mirror held two shelves with all the different alcohol and mixers lined up on them. On the right were the drinking glasses. At the end of the bar a television set hung from the ceiling. Vinny walked behind the bar and poured himself some mineral water. He turned on the television. He might as well watch TV, since there wasn’t anything else to do.
“David said about him: 'I saw the Lord always before me. Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices. My body also will live in hope, because You will not abandon me to the grave, nor will you let your Holy One see decay. You have made known to me the paths of life; You will fill me with joy in Your presence.”
Oh Lord, thank You for Your word of encouragement to me,
"It's Vinny, Mrs. Cavelli." He opened the door a crack to stick his head in and continued, "I know that you didn't want to be disturbed, but you have some visitors that insist on speaking to you. It's a couple of cops."
"Show them in."
Vinny walked in, followed by two men. The blonde haired one walked over to her with a smile on his face, holding his badge in one hand and extending the other one.
"Mrs. Cavelli, my name is Detective John Nelson and this is my partner, Detective Frank Holstrum."
Frank nodded his head in acknowledgment.
Since there was no response from her, John continued. "If you don't mind, Mrs. Cavelli, we’d like to ask you a few questions." He took out his note pad from his pocket and opened it up.
Cops made Vinny nervous. He interrupted, "As I told you before detective, Mrs. Cavelli is a busy lady, and she ain’t got time for your questions."
"Does Mrs. Cavelli have a tongue or do you always speak for her?" John asked, sarcasm sliding through his tone.
Before Vinny could protest further,
"Well Mrs. Cavelli, I have questions regarding your husband and some of his business affairs."
"In that case, why don't you ask him your questions?” Before he could answer, she continued, "I'm quite sorry, because I don't know anything whatsoever about my husband's business dealings. He doesn’t tell me how to run my restaurant, and I don't tell him how to run his business. So I have nothing I could possibly help you with. I'm afraid you've wasted your time coming here and now you’ve wasted mine as well. If that is all, gentlemen, I have work to do. Good day to you both. Vinny, please show the detectives to the door."
Conversation over, she returned to her paperwork as if they weren’t there.
John was a bit surprised by her words and her cold manner. Everything he'd ever heard about her or read described her as gentle and kind. He was not expecting this forceful, strong-minded woman who didn't even give him a chance to speak. He decided he wasn't giving up that quickly.
"Here's my card, in case you change your mind."
"Good day, Mrs. Cavelli. Sorry to have troubled you. Let's go Frank."
After the three men left,
"Is there anything else I can do for you, ma'am?"
"Thanks, but no. If you don't mind, I'd like to finish up my work."
Vinny closed the door to her office, took out his cell phone, and placed a call. Anthony answered on the first ring.
"It's Vinny, boss. I thought you’d like to know who just paid your wife a visit. It was that detective."
"He wanted to talk to her, but she just blew him off and sent him packing. She was really something," Vinny was quite impressed with the way
"Interesting." Anthony paused, considering what he wanted Vinny to do next. "I want you to bug her office phone just in case she decides to contact him."
"I don't think so boss. She ripped up his card."
"Don't question me, just do as I say."
Anthony hung up in Vinny’s ear. Vinny hadn't meant to upset him. I was just that you would think a man could trust his own wife. What do I know? I do as I’m told.
© Nadine Z. 2007