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Rain drummed on the green neon sign above The Raven's Nest and scattered light across the pavement on Old Compton Street. Rory ducked under the awning with a Golden Empress delivery bag on her forearm and a damp Cardiff University hoodie clinging to her back. She pushed the bar door with her shoulder. The bell above the door rang. Wet air from the street followed her inside. Lemon peel and spilled beer rose from the floorboards. Old maps stretched across the wall behind the bottles. Black-and-white photographs showed men in suits beside a Prague tram and a boat on the Thames. Dim light pooled over the bar top and left the corners in shadow. A customer at the far end read a newspaper. Rory crossed the room toward the stairs to her flat and her trainers squeaked on the wood. Silas wiped a glass behind the bar with a cloth. Grey streaks ran through his auburn hair. His beard matched those grey streaks and framed his jaw. Hazel eyes lifted from the glass and found her face. He shifted weight from his left knee and the silver signet ring on his right hand tapped the bar top. Rory stopped before the stairs. The delivery bag slipped from her forearm and knocked her shin. She caught the handle and held the soup tubs level. "Rory." He set the glass down on a towel. His limp pulled his stride short when he came around the end of the bar. "Si." She stared at the beard and the grey in his hair and the ring she remembered on her father's desk in Cardiff. Rain stung her bright blue eyes. She pushed her black hair back from her face with her left hand. The small crescent scar on her left wrist caught the light. "You cut your hair." She pulled her sleeve down over the scar. "Eva took scissors to it in Cardiff." He looked at the sleeve and then at her face. "How long ago?" "Four years." He picked up a clean glass from the rack and set it in front of a stool. "Sit and drink water. Your shift put rain in your hoodie." She sat on the stool and kept the delivery bag between her feet. The stool put her at bar height and brought her eye to eye with him. He stood a head taller than her and the top of her head reached his chin in front of the bottles. She remembered the same gap in the kitchen in Cardiff when she stood at the table and he leaned over a chessboard and moved a knight to a square she had missed. "You still play chess?" he asked through action? No, dialogue needs stand alone. Let's continue proper. He turned to the taps and drew water into the glass. "You still play chess, bach?" "Yu-Fei put a board behind the till at Golden Empress. I beat the drivers on my break." "And law?" She wrapped both hands round the glass. Steam from the soup bag rose past her knees and mixed with the smell of lemon peel. She thought of the pre-law textbooks in a box under her bed in the flat upstairs and the unopened post from Cardiff University that she had stacked beside the sink. Her thumb pressed a dent into the paper cup in her memory of the last exam letter. "I dropped it after the first term. I work deliveries now. Dad took that news like a brief he lost." "Brendan missed the verdict and blamed the jury. Jennifer sent you books for a reason." "She sent books. I sent back money for the train fare. Eva does the talking between us now." He set the glass of water in front of her and kept his hand on the bar top. The signet ring tapped the wood once and then stopped. "Silas Blackwood poured drinks for spies and called it tradecraft. Now you pour water for delivery girls. Eva must have briefed you well." "Silas Blackwood retired from MI6 after Prague. I pour drinks for whoever walks in with rain on their shoulders. The bar pays rent. The knee sets the pace." "A knee from a botched job in Prague, Si. You limped into Cardiff with that story and out again before tea went cold. Brendan kept your photograph. Mum kept your number in the drawer with the takeaway menus. I kept both and used neither." He pulled a bottle of gin from the shelf and poured a measure for the customer with the newspaper. The customer put coins on the bar and left the newspaper folded over the stool. Silas carried the glass to the far end and set it down. His left leg dragged a fraction behind his right on the turn back. The floorboards creaked under his heel. "I kept your exam letter in the back room. Top drawer. Under the contact book from that year. I read it when the bar went quiet and I put it back in the envelope each time." "You read my rejection letter?" "I read Brendan's letter about you. He asked me to watch the flat. He asked me to keep Evan from the stairs. Eva rang me in Prague three weeks after she rang Eva. By then you had changed the lock and left London for a fortnight with Eva in a bedsit in Camden." She pulled the sleeve down farther and the cuff caught on the scar. The crescent mark rose pale from her wrist, a mark from a fall off a bike in Cardiff at nine years old, a mark her mother had touched with ointment and a warning about traffic. Her hand shook round the water glass and water jumped against the rim. "Evan checked my phone. He checked my bag. He stood in the hall and called it love. Eva got me out by the service door at Golden Empress. Yu-Fei Cheung gave me shifts and a room above a bar he trusts. I paid Eva back by not calling her for six months." "Yu-Fei owes me a favour from the nineties. He runs a restaurant front and a kitchen that feeds half of Soho. He told me a Cardiff girl worked his deliveries and thought out of the box on routes. He named you Rory. I thought he meant a different Rory." She lifted the water glass and drank. Cold water ran down her throat and eased the tightness there. She set the glass down with care and kept her hand round it. "I rerouted a delivery round a road closure last week. I saved a VIP order and got a tip in cash. Yu-Fei put extra soup on my bag and told the driver next time to follow my route. I still do out-of-the-box thinking, Si. It just pays in soup now." He reached for the cloth and wiped a ring of water from the bar top. The cloth smeared the ring wider and he wiped it again in a sharp circle. The bookshelf at the back of the bar caught his eye and he turned toward it. The bookshelf slid on a runner and stuck halfway. A gap showed the hidden back room behind it, a room with a table and chairs and a kettle on a sideboard and stock boxes stacked where files had sat in his working years. "The shelf sticks in winter. I fix it with oil and a hammer. I used that room for meetings with contacts who needed a door with no windows. Now it holds crisps and spare glasses and a mop." "You used that room for my dad too, didn't you? Brendan Carter, barrister, and his friend from the photograph by the Prague tram. You taught me to spot a tail on St Mary Street. You taught me to count exits in a hall. I used exits on Evan." He let the cloth fall beside the till. His hand found the silver signet ring and turned it round his finger. The ring caught the green light from the door and threw it across the bar top in a thin line. "I taught you to run, bach. I should have taught you to stay. I should have walked Evan down those stairs myself. I sent a man instead and the man sent a message and Evan heard a threat and put his hand through your mirror. You paid for that mirror in Cardiff with money from a job at a café and you never told your mother." "I told Eva. Eva told you. You told Brendan. Brendan told Jennifer and Jennifer sent me a textbook with a card that said think like a lawyer, love like a Welsh girl, and I cried in the flat upstairs and missed a shift." "Yu-Fei docked your pay?" "Yu-Fei fed me noodles and put me on a morning shift. He said Cardiff girls had iron in them. He went to work and let me earn the shift back." Silas poured water into his own glass and left it untouched beside the till. He looked at the glass and at the door and at the stairs. The green neon sign buzzed through the glass and painted a line across his beard. The customer with the newspaper had gone and his empty glass stood at the far end of the bar. "You live above a bar, Rory. You work for a man who owes me a favour. You deliver soup to men with money in Soho and you keep a letter from Cardiff University by your sink. Eva put you in my path after Evan and I missed the turn and stayed in Prague while you changed the lock." "Si—" He held up the hand with the ring and the ring tapped his thumb. His other hand rested on the bar top and the fingers spread and curled and spread again against the wood. The bell over the door rang again and cold air cut across the room and lifted the menus on the bar. A man in a suit stood in the doorway with rain on his coat and a phone in his hand. Silas turned his head toward the door. Rory kept her hand round the water glass and watched the rain run down the glass in the door.