The meeting with Carrow was set for noon at a restaurant in the financial district that Damien apparently owned a controlling interest in without ever putting his name on the deed, a detail Aria learned only because Marco mentioned it in the car with the flat, unbothered tone of someone stating an obvious fact about the weather.
Neutral ground, Marco explained, was a fiction in their world. There was no such thing as neutral ground. There was only ground someone controlled more subtly than the other person realized.
Aria sat in the back of the car in a dark green dress that Mrs. Fenn had produced from somewhere without explanation the previous evening, professional, modest, and somehow exactly correct for an occasion she had no precedent for. She had asked Mrs. Fenn how she should think
