Chapter 163

• Almeric scowled when he found it was raining when he left the meeting. And, because it was the rush hour, there were no cabs to be had.
• Sucking in a breath of cool, moist air, he turned up the collar of his mohair jacket and headed for the nearest tube station. He could have arranged for a company car to meet him, but he hadn’t known exactly how long the meeting would last, and he’d thought a walk back to his hotel might be rather pleasant.
• But not in the pouring rain.