Rain drizzled over Manhattan as Damien parked outside a quiet café tucked between two old office buildings.
It wasn't fashionable.
It wasn't crowded.
And that was exactly why Margaret had suggested it.
Roman arrived a few minutes later, carrying a slim leather briefcase beneath his coat.
Vivian followed close behind.
The waitress led them to a private booth at the back of the café.
Once she had taken their coffee orders and walked away, Damien reached into his briefcase.
"I've been thinking about the hearing."
Roman leaned forward.
"So have I."
Damien placed a copy of Marcus Hale's amended litigation strategy on the table.
"I read this three times last night."
Vivian looked at the marked-up pages.
"You found something."
"I found what isn't here."
Roman smiled faintly.
"I w
