Though it was after closing time, and the doors had been locked for fifteen minutes, Mr. Darcy ushered Donzatto and Zeno to a table in the dining room like it was the middle of the evening.
As Jean-Claude looked up from the table he'd been setting on the other side of the room, he had his first inkling that something was wrong.
Darcy pulled back a chair and Donzatto settled his bulk into it. The two men talked, but Jean-Claude could not make out what they were saying.
Then, they both looked in his direction.
Since the cherries jubilee incident, Jean-Claude had felt nothing but delight at the way he'd worked over Zeno. While going about his duties, he'd replayed the evening's events in his mind, savoring his victories, exaggerating them to stoke his ego.
But all of a sudden, he began
