XXXV
Lucan sipped a gin and tonic in a fine dining restaurant located on the top floor of a downtown skyscraper. As the sunset filled the sky, he watched the city lights flicker on.
His jaw had been clenched shut for so long, it ached as he opened his mouth to drink. He downed his glass and flagged a waitress. A woman with blonde hair and wearing a black vest and tie made her way gracefully to him.
“Yes, Mr. Grimoire?” the waitress asked.
Lucan held up his glass, and the ice and lime wedge inside jangled. “Gimme another, will ya, babe?”
The waitress grabbed the glass with one hand and gave him a warm smile.
Lucan glanced around the room. Dinner was in full swing, and all the tables were set with white tablecloths and black dishes that made a bold statement when they had food on them.
