Chapter 12
Arlington National Cemetery.
It was a gray, dismal day, in spite of the fact that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
Nigel had served in Korea, that other war that wasn’t classified a war, and was entitled to military honors.
Quinton stood beside me, in the same black suit he had worn when we flew to India to claim his father’s body. And although he didn’t make a sound, I felt the tremors shivering through his body.
Behind us was family—Mother and Father; Tony, still alone after all this time; Jefferson and his partner, Ludovic Rivenhall—the same Ludovic who’d stuttered in my ear during my season in London; Bryan and his wife, and as usual, her children were with their grandparents, although they were of an age to pay their respects on this occasion.
As for Nigel’s family, h
