Chapter 66
- James Schwartz walked into the darkened room and glanced in mild astonishment at his friend, the Boss, who looked dead on his feet.
- The drapes had been drawn, and the lamps around Lucien’s large oak table were lit, making his face seem even more haggard and grave.
- As debonair as ever in his grey suit, Schwartz pulled a face when he saw the half-empty decanter on the table and said, joking,