I turned my attention to the bartender. “I’ll have a Sazerac.”
“Make it two.”
“Should you be drinking Absinthe?” I noted the tension in his jaw and his rigid posture. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous.”
“About the wedding no.” Gabe dragged his hand over his mouth and chin. “I need a favor. A big one, but you can’t say anything to Maggie until after the party.”
“Unless it has something to do with a gift or the super-secret honeymoon plans—”
“It’s far more serious than that.” He lowered his voice. “Possibly life and death.”
I gave him a yeah-right look. Did he really expect me to keep secrets from my best friend since high school? “Go on.”
He glanced over the crowd as if he’d changed his mind, sucked in a breath, and whispered, “Someone poisoned the minestrone.”
Before I could make sense of what he’d said, I spotted the Amazonian I’d photographed with Mayor Carter.
The woman met my gaze. “You!”
I grabbed Gabe’s arm and pulled him toward the kitchen. “Let’s go investigate your poisoned soup.”