He was a man who had always believed himself to be at the center of his own universe, the sun around which all lesser bodies, women, creditors, city councillors, were obliged to orbit. So it was a final exquisite irony that Fabien Tucker was found not in a position of power but in one of abject, ridiculous vulnerability. Naked. Prone. Laid out on the cold, granite plinth of the statue of his grandfather, the venerable Barnaby Tucker, as if making a final, obscene offering to the dynasty that h