“I’m taking the main presentation.”

“Raymond, after what happened at the office today, I’m not sure that’s smart,” Frank said, his gravelly voice tight.

The brass rings on the heavy front curtain clinked, and Garrett walked into the dining room in a dark navy suit.

He slid into the booth right next to Frank without waiting to be asked.

“Sorry I’m late, gentlemen,” Garrett said smoothly, waving to the waiter for a glass of water.

“The city planning board ran over.”