and, you know, you weren’t exactly hard to track down . . .” He gazed around him. The businessmen were briefly muted. Trog was the kind of man, I had noticed, who made other men go a bit quiet. “Horley’s sneaking a look in duty free. Handbags.”
“I’m guessing you’ve seen your patient?”
He grinned. “No. I was going to ask for directions to gate fourteen after I’d sat down with a coffee.”
“Funny. So did you save his life?”
“I gave her some aspirin, and advised her that drinking four double espressos before ten a.m. was not the best idea. I’m flattered that you have such an exciting view of my working day.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I handed him his coffee. He took a grateful swig.
“So. I was wondering . . . You up for another nondate sometime soon?”
“With or without an ambulance?”
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