Chapter 8

Max shielded his eyes and took the coat. “Thanks.”

He hated the choked sound in his voice. He’d never see Owen again after today, he supposed. Easy come, easy go. To his surprise, Owen sat down on the bench beside him. Max stared ahead, holding his coat on his lap. Traffic and pedestrians passed for about a century before Owen spoke.

“I got the story out of Mrs Barstow. Though the best she could manage about a certain part was ‘he added the word end’ to Mr Bell’s name.’”

Max’s lips twitched. He gave in to it and smiled. Yeah. That had been a choice one.

“Penny was still laughing about it when I came out here. Noah wanted to come. In fact, Noah wanted to walk in to Mr Bellend’s office and resign on the spot. But I persuaded him and Penny to stay in my office and keep their heads down.”

“Oh. Good.”

“You know I won’t be able to think of him as anything but Mr Bellend from now on.”

“Oh, dear, what a pity.”