The Art Whisperer (An Alix London Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
Tiny looked much the same, practically straining at the leash. “Ah, those aromas,” Geoff said. “Heavenly.” “Wow, it smells great in here!” exclaimed Tiny, his eyes closed. “I could be in the Carnegie right now. Somebody, quick, bring me a corned beef on rye!” “Well, since the two of you never stop griping about the New York delis you can’t find in Seattle,” Alix said, “I thought you’d enjoy this place.” “This place” was Sherman’s Delicatessen & Bakery, which Madge had recommended as the best Jewish delicatessen in the city. It advertised itself as a “New York–style deli” and was obviously modeled on the old-time delicatessens that New Yorkers of a certain age remembered with such fondness. The Brethwaite people seemed to like it too. There, a few tables away, sat the curatorial staff, minus Clark—Prentice, Madge, Alfie, and Drew.
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