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So Dear to Wicked Men
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Chapter OneGlenn Bohannon's breakfast was served on a gleaming white platter edged in a geometric pattern of deep, Mediterranean blue. Nick had garnished it with an artfully twisted slice of Valencia orange and a sprig of fresh mint. I set it in front of Glenn, on a blue tablecloth that matched the trim on the platter, and added a side order of homemade biscuits. Murder à la carte.
If, as the ancients believed, all men are accompanied by daimones, agents of the gods to act out their will in our lives, then surely our daimon must be Epimetheus. Unlike