wanted to avoid, and so I hung about outside looking in the window, waiting for you. Just to embarrass you. But there was someone else waiting too. A thin bloke in a dark coat. He saw me looking at him and he walked off. But I recognized him, and Iâve seen him since. He hangs around outside the museum sometimes, watches the buskers, reads the paper, sits at the pavement tables. Once he came in on one of the tours.â
She was shaking. Her hands were icy on the hot cup. She put it down with a clatter.
âHe was there again today.â Joshâs voice was quiet. Now he was looking at her. âOutside, as we were closing, I saw him standing in the doorway of the abbey. Thatâs why I said Iâd walk you home.â He was silent a moment. Then he said, âItâs none of my business. But if this guy is bothering you . . .â
âHeâs not.â She said it so sharply the girl at the counter looked up from reading.
Josh made a face. He sipped his sweet hot chocolate and said nothing.
Sulis felt sick. She was suddenly trapped, like a bird in a cage, as if there were bars every way she turned. A woman came in and ordered coffee; the espresso machine started up in a hiss and rattle of steam.
âAll right.â She sat up and faced him. âMaybe he is. But thatâs not all of it. You recognized me, didnât you? On the cover of that book.â
He stirred the chocolate. For a moment she knew she had made a terrible mistake. Then he said quietly, âYou havenât changed that much.â
Had he recognized her? Or was he covering his astonishment? She said, âListen to me, Josh. I canât talk here. I canât tell you here. But I need you to do something for me. Go downstairs and buy that book.â
He stared. âI canât afford it.â
âI mean for me.â She was groping in her bag; had the money out. She pushed it across the table. âI donât want it there. I donât want people looking at it . . .â
Josh put his spoon down. Whatever he saw in her face seemed to alarm him. âYou donât want this guy to see it?â
âAnyone.â
âIs he some sort of reporter? Police?â
âIâll tell you! I promise. Iâll explain everything. Just go, Josh, please! Now! Just get it off the shelf!â
The rising panic in her voice was clear, even to her. She pushed the note closer and he took it. He stood up.
âYou will tell me?â
âYes. Yes!â
âAll right. Wait here. Donât go anywhere.â
âI wonât. Just be quick.â
When he was gone she pushed the chocolate away with a shiver. What if the book was gone? If someone had bought it? It must have been there for days, maybe weeks. And in other shops, all over the country, were hundreds of identical copiesâher face staring out from shelf after shelf.
She realized she was rocking gently in the chair. Because she had done it nowâsheâd promised to tell him. And if she did, someone else would know about Caitlin and her and him. Unless she went, at once. Forget the job. Just completely vanish.
She stood, grabbing her coat, but Josh was back already with a small package in his hand. He gave it to her and she shoved it into her bag without even looking inside.
âHereâs the change.â
âKeep it.â She pushed past him. âIâve got to go.â
âIâm coming.â
âJosh . . .â
âIâm coming. You need to tell me about all this. Come on, Sulis. We made a deal.â
She couldnât argue. They left the shop after Josh had looked carefully along the street, and they walked up the hill in silence under his big umbrella. When they turned into the Circus and stopped by the house, he was astonished. He gazed up at the windows and whistled. âYou live here?â
She shrugged. âJust a flat. Look, I canât ask you in