JASON BROUGHT HIS ALFA roadster to a squealing stop six feet from the eager parking attendant in front of Le Cadeau, the French restaurant just off of Pier 7. It would have been easier to take a robocab from his office, but he hated their fender-to-fender passivity as they trundled through San Francisco's streets.
The maître d' greeted him, took his coat, and handed it to his second. "Bonsoir, Monsieur Bishop. Your wife awaits you. Follow me, s'il vous plait."
Jason followed in his wake, sliding through the sound of tinkling glasses, murmured conversations, and the rich aroma of roast lamb. He recognized several faces in the dining room, partners from other venture funds working their dinner guests to make some investment or accept some lopsided contract. He passed by without acknowledgi
