“You fell against the blueprint table at ten o’clock, Ray,” Frank said, looking at me with deep concern.

“Garrett had to grab your elbow.”

“It was a little slip on smooth leather soles,” I said, clearing my throat firmly.

Arthur Vance, the senior city project inspector, came out of the front dining room and walked down our aisle in a heavy overcoat.

“Raymond,” Arthur said, stopping beside our booth and holding out a big right hand.

“I heard you were bringing over the final bid terms tonight.”

“The city council expects the lead contractor to sign the structural indemnity form in person next week,” Arthur added, looking from Frank to me.