FIFTEEN MINUTES TO RENDEZVOUS Belle arrived at the Market Street entrance to the Queen Victoria Building.
He was already waiting for her across the street, concealed behind a recessed wall accommodating an automatic teller machine. It was nearly three pm, but QVB was huge, with several entrances and he didn’t say where they were meeting.
She called him, but he let it ring out. She debated with herself whether to stay by the entrance or go in.
Bryce checked his own time: ten minutes to rendezvous.
He smiled when Belle went off to one side to get out of people’s way, put her shopping down between her legs and waited patiently reading a book. At precisely 15:00, he crossed the road among a throng of pedestrians and stood next to her. She kept reading, oblivious to his presence.
He timed
