Chapter 93

Jimmy suddenly didn't want anything to do with the embassy. All he could think of was the Archstone, the inscription, and the information it holds. He wondered if Rodriguez was right about Britain.

"Sir?" Scott said. "Are you truly thinking of returning to England for good?"

"Scott, you don't have to worry," Rodriguez assured. "Just because I'm returning to the Queen's realm does not mean I intend to subject my palate to bangers and mash for the rest of my life. I expect you will join me there permanently. And adventure, Scott. I say, an adventure!"

Jimmy had to smile. As Rodriguez railed on about his plans for a triumphant return to Britain, Jimmy felt himself caught up in the man's infectious enthusiasm.

Gazing absently out the window, Jimmy watched the woods passing by, ghostly pale in the yellow blush of the fog lights. The side mirror was tipped inward, brushed askew by branches, and Jimmy saw the reflection of McEwan sitting quietly in the back seat. He watched her for a long t