The Le Bernardin Ambush

At Le Bernardin, the atmosphere was thick with the rich scent of truffles, fine champagne, and upper-crust pretension.

Ethan Vance was cutting into a delicate pan-seared Dover sole, laughing heartily at a joke his sister Chloe had just made.

Diane Vance, draped in imported cashmere, dabbed her lips with a linen napkin and looked around the dining room with an expression of supreme satisfaction.