The crisp London air had a bite to it as Jullian drove to fetch Grace. At the robot, he checked his phone for the hundredth time it was yet another text from Marshall, another update on Kevin’s last known whereabouts, but it didn’t yield any fruits.
Grace emerged from the flat, and her overnight bag slung over one shoulder.
Seeing the car pull up, Grace had a bemused smile on her lips. Then, as she took in his tense posture, she said, “You look like a man who's about to do something reckless.”
Jullian slid his phone into his pocket and smirked. “That depends. Are you planning on stopping me?”
She slid closer, the scent of her lingering perfume doing sinful things to his already frayed focus. “Now, why would I do that? I happen to enjoy watching you get into trouble.”
He chuckled, “T
