Dominic looked toward Mr. Harlan.
“Preserve the bottle, the glasses, and the records showing who handled it. Call the police.”
Celeste gave a sharp laugh.
“The police? Over a cork?”
Dominic looked at her.
“Arthur tells me an authorization has been cleared when the original annotation says the opposite. You insist I drink a bottle my sommelier believes has been tampered with. And now you’re objecting to preserving evidence.”
“Those things have nothing to do with each other!”
“Perhaps.”
He paused.
“Then you should have no objection to an investigation.”
Celeste’s face changed.
She took a step toward the bottle.
Mr. Harlan moved between her and the service station.
“Mrs. Rinaldi, please.”
She stared at him.
“You work for this restaurant.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Then move.”
He looked toward Dominic.
Then toward Antoine.
“I can’t allow anyone to interfere with an item we’re preserving for investigators.”
My chest tightened.
I’d never heard Mr. Harlan speak to a customer like that.
Dominic took out his phone.
He made one call to his head of security.
Then he turned toward me.
“Miss Bennett, what did you see?”
I swallowed.
“About the wine?”
“Anything unusual.”
