Chapter 6
"Will you join me for a glass of wine?" Maclean Vallance asked, perusing the wine list in the faint glow of the restaurant's lights.
"I assumed we couldn't drink on the job," Ryan answered.
"We can't, but a single glass per evening is acceptable."
"I will have whatever you are having."
Ryan wondered if the restaurant had changed in the past thirty or forty years. The dark wood panel walls, Old World style lighting, and arm chairs evoked another generation. There were only ten tables, but the room was full and the menu prices were astronomical. Ryan imagined that the restaurant's success at attracting wealthy patrons residing on the hill—the neighborhood of Pacific Heights—had kept it immune to ever-changing business cycles and upheaval.
The candlelight on their tiny tabl
