Chapter 40

“By

you.”

“I’m

sorry?”

“I

said, didn’t I?” Phiz sounded irritated, though whether at himself or Bryan,

Bryan didn’t know. “I mean, by tourists. By people.”

Bryan

suspected he wasn’t getting the whole story. “Tell me.”

He’d

spoken firmly but carefully, and so he was surprised to hear the snap in his

voice again. It wasn’t anger or aggression: just an assertion he never heard

anywhere else. Phiz seemed to bring it out in him. He was even more surprised

when Phiz responded readily, with an eagerness that was almost grateful. “I

have a problem with people, right?”

“What

kind of people?”

“All

kinds of people! The whole bloody lot. I…” Phiz took a deep breath as if trying

to calm himself down. “I don’t like being in crowds, that’s all.”

“That’s

all?” Bryan was trying not to laugh it off. He thought it’d probably come out scornful,

and some instinct told him not to do that to Phiz. “This isn’t the job for you,