I met Monica there. She had been sulking during breakfast at Bilboes, unlike Trish, who seemed to have taken the events of the previous afternoon and evening in her stride. She had even winked at me. Mary, predictably, had not put in an appearance at all. By the time I entered the inner precinct of the Citadel, Monica, Megan and Debra - the Gang of Three, as we called them behind their backs - were in earnest discussion in Megan's office.