Philadelphia, Chestnut Hill.
A black Lincoln sedan drove familiarly into Saint Claude Manor.
The security guards at the gate didn't even stop it; they recognized the license plate from Pittsburgh.
Leo Wallace pushed open the car door and walked into the glass conservatory alone.
Evelyn Saint Cloud was standing among a cluster of prized orchids.
She seemed to be in a good mood today.
Two thick documents were already laid out on the round table.
Hearing footsteps, Evelyn turned around.
"You're right on time, Leo."
Evelyn gestured to the documents on the table, her tone carrying the brisk efficiency of a businesswoman.
"These are the draft authorization forms for third-party asset management of the Pennsylvania Public School Employees' Retirement System and the State Employees' Retirement System."
She walked over to the table and picked one of them up.
"Combined, these two fund pools are worth over one hundred billion US Dollars."
