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Huh, thought Harry. The feelingwasmutual, then.
They didn’t see him. He paused for a second, let his weight rock back onto his right heel and felt the stab of pain grip his leg. Better to keep moving. He’d be fine once he got as far as the bridge, he thought. He’d have something to hold on to.
Untying the Knot
‘Where are we going to eat? I’m looking forward to my dinner.’
Ronan smiled at her. ‘Quoth the woman I love.’
‘What?’
‘I’m hungry, too. But listen, I’ve got bad news and good news.’
‘Badbad?’
‘Only that you’ll have to hang on a while for your dinner. The police have found my wallet. They said we can pick it up from the station. It won’t take long.’
‘Couldn’t you ask them to post it home?’ It seemed silly to waste what little time they had left.
‘I’d rather get it now, if I can.’ He had his head down, studying a map on his phone.
He was being evasive, she could feel it. Maybe he wasn’t up to facing back into the deep and meaningfuls.
‘Were you alright with that guy? He seemed a bit odd.’
They’d found seats on the Métro from Châtelet to Gare de Lyon.
‘Odd? No. He was great. He was really—’ She mentally flipped through the words she wanted to use: charismatic, magnetic, captivating. ‘He was nice.’
‘Nice, how?’
‘Just nice.’
‘You do know he was the same guy who took our photo on Friday night, don’t you?’
‘No way.’ She tried to picture the man holding up her camera, but that was just the thing, the camera blocked his face. ‘Really?’
‘A hundred per cent.’
‘That’s weird. I felt he was familiar, but I thought he might have been the guy who showed us the way to Jim Morrison’s grave.’
‘No way. That guy was younger.’
‘And .?.?.’ She closed her eyes. She could almost feel her brain straining to make connections. It was the way he held himself, the pain. ‘I think he was at Sacré-Coeur.’
‘You’re imagining things. That would be too much for coincidence.’
‘Hmm, maybe, but he said that he was in Père Lachaise yesterday. He gave me this.’
She took the conker from the bottom of her bag and held it out on the palm of her hand.
Ronan looked at it for a long moment before picking it up. ‘I don’t get it.’ he said.
‘It’s, you know, symbolic,’ she said.
‘Is it?’
She looked at his face, which was completely blank. He really didn’t get it.
