I felt no such urge.

I had already watched him fall, once, thoroughly, under the blue lights of a ballroom, and I did not need to watch it again in a courthouse.

The revenge, if you want to call it that, had never been the point; the revenge was only ever a byproduct.

The point was the extraction of myself and eight hundred employees from a man who had been quietly bleeding all of us.

Once that extraction was complete, Lucan became simply a legal process happening elsewhere, to a person I used to know, and I found I had no appetite to spectate.

My lawyers handled the divorce.