The Last Dance at the Halo
I. The champagne was colder than the conversation, which in the circles Rick Halstead moved in was saying something. He stood on the terrace of a Long Island mansion that cost more than most Americans earned in a lifetime, holding a glass he had no intention of drinking and watching the other guests perform their nightly ritual of appearing to enjoy themselves while secretly counting the hours...
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