Which is why, Evelyn, I am standing outside your restaurant right now.” I looked up from the phone, toward the front of the restaurant, toward the heavy glass doors, and even as Arthur’s words registered, I heard the click of those doors opening at the front of the house.

Chapter 19 — The Man in the Charcoal Suit

I came out of the office and into the dining room just in time to see him step through the front doors into the foyer, a tall, distinguished man in a tailored charcoal suit, carrying a leather briefcase, moving with the unhurried confidence of a person who has never once had to wonder whether he belonged somewhere.

Julian, who had followed me out, hurried ahead to open the inner dining room doors and usher him in, suddenly all deference, the manager’s instinct for wealth and authority overriding everything else.