The flight from London to Milan was two hours.
He sat in economy because the booking had been made in a hurry and because the woman who paid for it had not been thinking about his comfort. She had been thinking about speed. He didn't mind.
He thought about the call. Four words. It's time, Marcus.
Then he had packed a bag.
Some doors, once opened, were very difficult to close. He had opened this particular door six years ago and it had never fully shut since. He had told himself it was finished. He had told himself it was done and that the money he had taken and the thing he had done with it was history.
But Jane had called him again, and here he was.
********
Jane opened the hotel room door herself.
She had sent the staff away for the afternoon. No housekeeping, no room service,
