Two hours later Aria was in a little Bistro at the far end of the lane studying everyone who came in hoping one of them would be the woman on phone. She had called an hour ago and agreed to meet. It had been on edge conversation list with expletives from the woman. What if she turned up she had asked to find that I had brought the cops with her? Aria had to convince her that that wouldn’t happen. It had better not, the woman had said. Whoever this dame was she sounded like one tough cookie. Arya would be ready for her.
The place was crowded with the evening mix of students cashing in on the chief food offers tourists drawn to the trendy West Ind as well as staff and if you well known faces from the nearby BBC studios. From her table at the terrace doors Aria could make out the familiar ki
