“At Mab’s suggestion, I took it upon myself to run the keys down to you,” Lara said. “I pointed out to the good Baron how it made everything happen in front of witnesses, very official and aboveboard, and avoided any possible moments of . . . negative emotional interaction between the two of you.” I grunted and said, “Between the two of us, eh?” “Oh, Marcone is furious with you, in his own way,” Lara said. “I’d say you won the round.” Which did not make me feel a little surge of petty satisfaction. At all. Ahem.
