The Scholar's Table was closed. This was not a thing Alex had ever seen before. This was different. The police tape was a fact. The officer posted outside the staff entrance was a fact. The absence of sound from a building that was almost never silent in daylight hours — no espresso machine, no delivery rattle, no voices from the kitchen — was a fact she found she hadn't prepared for. Marco was being held as a murder suspect - the body was on his premises. The knife was his. Yesterday the body worked for dark money real estate developers.