It was 6 pm and most of the workers in the financial district had filtered out of offices and into restaurants, bars, gyms, or homes, depending on the part of life they were in. Dale Black sat at the bar and observed his drink. Wrapping his fingers around the glass, he felt cool drops from the ice melting into his Old Fashioned. He smelled a little orange peel and looked at the single cube of ice gleaming in the overhead...