Lucas called on Wednesday.
Not on Ethan's phone but hers.
She was on her lunch break, sitting on the same bench outside Meridian Partners where Mara had called three weeks ago — the bench that was becoming the location of significant phone calls apparently — and her phone buzzed with an unknown number that turned out to be Lucas Robinson announcing himself in the first half second.
"Fina Tesla," he said. "This is Lucas. I got your number from James."
"Of course you did," she said.
"James gives me nothing usually," Lucas said. "I had to negotiate."
"What did you trade?" she said.
"I'm not allowed to say," he said. "James's terms." A pause filled with the particular energy of a man who moved through the world assuming it was glad to hear from him. "I'm in the city. Today. I'd like to
