Chapter 11
They ate at the Caravaggio in Camberwell, Church Street. The last thing she wanted to talk about was the police or the mission ahead of them. She hadn’t realized her hunger as they both set about a traditional spaghetti.
“You know I feel like we’re those two dogs in Lady and the Tramp,” he said.
She laughed.
“Max, I’d have never put you down as a Walt Disney fan.”
“Hey, who isn’t when they’ve got kids? Justin loves that movie.”
“He’s a lovely young man.”
“Yeah, he is. It’s just been me and him for ten years.”
His expression was soft without even a trace of the persona he showed to the world. Even so she hesitated to poke into what might be still a wound. While she was thinking he spoke again, holding her with his deep eyes.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to ask me too muc
