“I love pizza. I love Italian food period. Sometimes I think I was born Italian and some black people kidnapped me at birth,” Tiffanie laughed.
“We could order some pizza.”
“What kind? I mean, you aren't one of those people who put weird stuff on it like broccoli or pineapple. Do you?”
“No,” Marcus laughed, “I'm a sausage, mushroom and extra cheese man.”
“If you add some pepperoni to that we got an order.”
“Sausage, pepperoni, and extra cheese it is.”
“Where are you going to order from?”
“There's a place nearby, DeVito's 375. If you don't mind staying and answering the phone in case Garrett calls back, I'll run out and pick it up.”
“I don't mind, but what is Miss Carmen Taylor calls, or worse, what if Randa calls or just shows up?”
“In both cases, Tiffanie, you are here working,” Marcus said picking up the phone.
“In that case, order some bread sticks, too.”
“Anything to drink?”
“Some wine would be nice.”
“Anything else?”
“Well, now that you mention it, a little violin and candle light would create a more suitable atmosphere for the meal,” Tiffanie laughed, but she was serious.
While Tiffanie waited by the phone Marcus went to pick up the pizza. When he got back to the house, Tiffanie was on the phone with Garrett. “I think you'll want to hear this.”
Tiffanie handed the phone to Marcus. “What's up, Garrett?”
“I got what you asked for.”
“And?”
“Benjamin.”
“Benjamin. On which case?”
“On all of them, Big dog. If he wasn't the lead detective, he was involved in some way.”
“Break it down.”
“Tiffanie got all that. And what is Tiffanie doing there and why is she answering the phone?”
“Were working, Garrett,”
“Yeah right. Well you two get to work on that pizza and wine,” Garrett laughed and hung up the phone.
Marcus turned to Tiffanie, who was already hard at work on her first slice. Marcus shook his head and went to the kitchen to get a cork screw. Marcus returned to the den with two glasses and a bottle of Robert Mondavi 2010 Stags Leap Cabernet Sauvignon. He poured a glass for Tiffanie and handed it to her. “Thank you, Marcus.”
“Sorry there's no violins,” Marcus said pouring himself a glass of wine and grabbed a slice. “I'd be interested in hearing your observations of this latest revelation.”
“Well, other than the obvious connection with Benjamin being the lead on all of the cases, I was thinking while you were gone that your Agent Ward was wrong.”
“How so?”