“I bet they did,” says James. “Do you have the address?”
“Yes. And we made a stock delivery only yesterday. She’s planning a Grand Opening next week.” His voice turns distant. “Julia invited me and my wife. Said I should bring my daughter along. You know… Special opening offers. Cinema tickets for the first dozen customers. That kind of thing.”
Klempner taps on the glass. “A piece of advice, Mr Marchants. Don’t go. And don’t let your daughter go either.”
*****
Michael
The street hums with activity. This used to be part of the old docks. Once ramshackle and unloved, it is buzzing again. A one-time customs house is being refitted to a block of eight townhouses overlooking the waters. Crumbling quays and moorings have been rebuilt and a marina is growing up around them. Even an old rope
