THREE
With Benjamin’s license in both hands, she gazed down at his picture. It was a wonder to her to have him here so close to her and yet, nowhere near. Stroking the image, she wondered what had been in his head when the flash went off. Was he thinking of his work? Was he thinking of her? Maybe he was thinking of what he was going to have for lunch.
One thing was for sure, he wasn’t thinking that his life would turn out this way.
“You’re in my seat, Miss. Maguire.”
Yes, she was, and that was exactly the point. Looking up to find Strike standing on the other side of the table she occupied in Last Resort, she smiled. “I don’t see a reserved sign.”
“You’re new,” he said. “You’ll learn in time that it’s implied.”
Her being there didn’t stop him from coming around the table and sitting.
