Chapter 58

Please, God, don’t let this first time be the last.

They stopped at a red light and Reggie looked around. Across the street was a little antique store, the window full of tables, armchairs, paintings, and teacups. Very British.

In the mirror, Russell saw Reggie looking at the shop.

“See something interesting?” he shouted over the noise of the engine.

“Well…yes, the little armchairs.” Reggie answered, shouting even louder, probably too loud. “I know they’re a completely different style, but I think they’d look nice in your house—”

As soon as the light changed, Russell turned. The hazardous movement silenced Reggie. A moment later, they pulled up in front of the shop and Russell turned off the Guzzi.

“Let’s take a closer look,” he said, pushing open the door. A bell rang as he entered the shop.