Chapter ElevenDulwich was as sleepy as Rip Van Winkle must have felt before his hundred-year sleep when I returned. I was sure that if I stood long enough in one place I could have heard a leaf falling to the ground. That was not the case inside the apartment. Both Melissa and Job questioned me incessantly. If Megan had not taken a cab into nearby Brixton to source that night's dinner then she would, no doubt, have made it a trio of interrogators instead of just two.
“Were you being serious about retiring from whatever you really do, Terry? Because if you were why are still taking that plane tonight?” Melissa was the first to thrust her sword at me.
“I was utterly serious, Mel, until certain facts that I'd overlooked were explained to me.” Job instantly added this three pennyworth.
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