“Here,” Alexi said, handing her a bright yellow board. “Come with me.” He walked her to the edge of the sand and the sea. Two figures in wetsuits. He zipped hers to the top. “Lie on top of it. Paddle like a seal.”
Vivienne was standing there in a mental drop-off.
Alexi said, “Look: I was here. I was right here. Confession time: The day I left you solo in Amsterdam I was at a thing, the thing doesn’t matter, it had to do with security, idea theft. I was with a colleague, we came down here from the W hotel to have a coffee at the beach café, this guy comes over, we think he’s the waiter, right?”
Vivienne had no idea what he was talking about.
“It was that guy.” He gestured with his chin in Johnny’s direction. Johnny had a sugar packet in his fingers, he was talking to it. He was gatheri
