Forni's was the kind of place that didn't put its name on a sign because if you didn't already know what Forni's was, you weren't getting in. The valet took one look at the watch on my wrist and didn't ask for ID. 'Apparently this is how the rich exist. Nobody questions you. They just defer.'
The host walked me to the lounge without me telling him a name, which meant Mira had called ahead, which meant of course Mira had called ahead. Tarek was already at the bar nursing something brown in a short glass.
He turned when he heard footsteps and froze. "...Holy shit."
I waved my hand at my old acquaintance. "Hi, Tarek."
"Lukas. Lukas. No." He mumbled to himself.
"What?"
