Greed: A Detective John Lynch Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
“I’m afraid we’ll need another bottle,” he said. “This is a little corky.” The sommelier kept a straight face, which impressed Munroe. He wasn’t sure which bottle Lafitpour had ordered exactly, some kind of Bordeaux, but in the quick look he’d had at the wine list, he hadn’t seen anything much under $300 a bottle, and had seen more than a few that went for four figures. Lafitpour was a four-figure kind of guy. “It is an earthy vintage, sir. Perhaps you’d care to taste it first?” Lafitpour looked up at the man with a thin smile that shriveled Munroe’s sack just a little. Lafitpour was still a scary bastard. “The scent was proof enough. I don’t need to taint my palate. But if you doubt my judgment, you are free to taste it.” The sommelier raised the glass, sniffed, took a small sip, set the glass back on the table and made a disapproving face. “You are correct, sir. Of course. A new bottle, immediately.” Lafitpour nodded at the glass. “And a new glass.”
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