Chapter 22
I sprawled on the sofa, reading The Road to Gandolfo, a Robert Ludlum novel I’d discovered on a bookshelf in James’s study. I found the book quite funny.
If it turned out I couldn’t work in the field any longer, perhaps I would try my hand at writing a story based on the adventures of Gino Marrone, changing the name of course, and possibly including the afternoon I’d spent with the redheaded rent boy who wasn’t really a redhead. Although of course I’d change Paulo to Paulina.
I was chuckling over that when I heard the front door open and close and footsteps cross to the stair.
“I’m in the parlour, James.” I glanced at the clock on the wall as he sauntered in, his arms piled with boxes. “Is anything amiss? You’re home early.” I tipped my chin up and waited expectantly, and he
