The dining table had been set for four. The staff had been dismissed for the evening. The food came from a service that asked no questions and kept no records, and the wine was from a case that had not been opened since a celebration three years ago that Lucien no longer thought about. Tonight required something that did not carry prior associations. Tonight required a clean surface.He stood at the window with his glass while his three guests settled into their chairs, and he looked at the city below and thought about Selene standing on the courthouse steps with Leon Hart beside her and the expression on her face when she came out of that session, which was the expression of someone who had found their footing after a long time on uncertain ground.He did not intend to let her keep it.He turned from the window and took his seat at the head of the table.Carver Holt sat to his left. He was in a dark jacket without a tie, which was as casual as Holt ever appeared, and he had arrived f