“Is this a basic emergency?” she giggled.
“What urgent business?” Finlay said. “What did he tell you about it?”
“Nobody’s nobody,” he said. “We’ve all got a story. Tell me.”
He shook his head as he filled my mug.
I stared at him for a long moment. Shook my head.
Then I sat for a moment and watched the two guys in their car. They were still watching me. We looked at each other from seventy-five yards away. They were relaxed and comfortable. But they were watching me. I got out of the Bentley and locked it up again. Stepped back to the entrance and pulled the door. Glanced back toward the brown sedan. Still there. Still watching.