Priscus Moretti at the head of the same table in Elysium where, nights before, she had been named Priscus of Clan Daeva. Clad in a summerweight pantsuit in navy blue, the investigator was sitting back in her chair at a couple minutes before midnight. There was only a slight bobbing of the flat-clad foot that rocked her chair back and forth, back and forth. Lost in thought, she sat, pondering family matters.
Tonight, she had a question for her Clanmate.
The answer to that question was of significant interest to her. Understanding a would-be friend better was always important to her.
And so it was that she waited in that room, cellular telephone on the table, for Clara Verne's arrival, as the clock tick-tick-ticked closer to midnight.