The Frenchman had moved back into Piccadilly from Down Street, at which the lad following him had immediately sauntered away a yard or two. They had been informally introduced during floor hockey, when Katy had sent a puck flying into Lucy’s face. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired.
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