Chapter 44 Chevy
Chevy
Well, I’d found out that a Look-See was what Anja referred to as an on-site inspection. Once or twice a year, she traveled to a luxury resort for the purpose of deciding whether she would holiday there over Christmas with thirty or forty of her closest friends.
The resort, eager to please and of course confirm a large party of upwardly mobile celebrity types with cash to burn, always comped Anja and her staff.
From what I heard around the water cooler—which actually dispensed green tea—was that Dante had been on the last four Look-Sees and had just assumed that he would continue traveling with Anja for the next twenty or so more years. Now I had come in and changed all that.
“You better watch your back, Chevy,” one girl with limp brown eyes and a baldy warned me.
“He’ll slice you and dice you, and we’ll never even find your body,” she said, and then made hissing sounds with her mouth before turning her fingers into claws, swiping at the air in front of me, and scurrying away.
I just laughed it off, even though the baldy hadn’t cracked a smile.
In the dining room, I ate alone while Dante held court at the twelve-seater table, talking loudly about what horrible things could befall a backstabber.
Me, I did my best to ignore his stupid ass, but I have to admit, the hairs on my neck were at attention, and I was on guard.
If I could just get through this last week, I would be off to sunny Virgin Gorda.
Friday would begin the long-awaited Memorial Day weekend.
Anja was hosting a huge party at Babalu’s for the rapper Loose Change, the very same artist I had traveled all the way to Connecticut for.
I would be there to assist and then I was off until Tuesday!
I just had to watch my back for four more days.
I looked cautiously over my shoulder. Dante was staring right at me; I stared back as I bit down into my ten-dollar tuna sandwich.