I stayed between the parked cars until Richard's taillights disappeared.
"There wasn't another way."
The sentence followed me into the lift.
By the time the doors opened at Hartwell, I had already decided what I would not do.
"I would not chase Richard through London.
I would not call Shadric.
And I would not let three unfinished sentences decide another night of my life."
Martin stood beside the reception with his coat over one arm.
"You came back for one folder?"
"I like paperwork."
"You look as though the paperwork insulted you."
"It usually does."
He held out the file I had forgotten.
"Priya found it in the conference room."
"Then why am I here?"
"To learn responsibility."
"Is Arthur paying you extra for this?"
"No. That's why I'm leaving."
My phone rang before he rea
