Chapter 40: Listen to It Crackle and PopI’d pulled it off. Christmas Eve night at Split: Check.
The prep kitchen was a mess, but I’d come in tomorrow, before heading to my folks, to clean up and organize the fridges. Tonight, I’d sent the staff home early so people could be with their friends and family. Everyone had appreciated that.
I was in my office, getting ready to shut everything off, when Andy stuck his head in the door. He was dressed to the nines, as always. “Hey, just wanted to say good night,” he said. “And merry Christmas and all that jazz.”
Andy and I hadn’t had a chance to touch base in a few days, so I dropped the stack of bills on the desk. Those would be taken care of after the holidays. “How’d you do at the bar?”
“Christmas Eve, you know—babies and grannies.”
“You a
