We stumble down this path of stage one and I leap a few stages.“Doing anything tonight?”“Why?”“Fancy a drink?”“Where?”“The cocktail ...ar at the Hilton Hotel, Park Lane.”“Okay.” I can’t tell if she understands this little flippancy or thinks I’m serious.“Where shall I meet you?” I ask.“Outside here. I live around the corner.” She gives me a shy smile and I can tell she’s very happy at this turn of events.I scoot out of the shop before my façade of cool can shatter with the force of my thudding. But that laugh. The laugh that started like a dancer warming up but quickly blossomed into the elusive tune that every composer knows but can never capture. I wasn’t in love with Maddie. But I knew it was only a matter of time. Like Hannah Foster and Millie, it was inevitable. I fucking love redheads. Love them. I needed to find one, just one, who would love me back. I don’t know what the collective noun is for contract killers. Maybe the term hasn’t been needed before. Probably not ‘a. "Marie smiled and kissed me, hard. Put her hand on me. I was more than half-erect at this point. The warm rain and warm water, together with Marie, were a potent combination. I was starting to wonder if we had enough time for a little frolic before anyone else showed up."I want Kate, too, but you already know that."Oh yes, I certainly did know that. Kate and Marie had scratched that particular itch, with great pleasure and my occasional help, regularly for several years now.What Marie wanted. "I'm a policeman from Scotland. I'm searching for this man. He's done some bad things and I need to find him."The woman looked at MacGovern's picture again and seemed to be considering her next response. She glanced at Drew's ID and then up at his face, perhaps calculating whether to cooperate or not. Drew could almost see her come to a decision."Si. He has been in the store every day for the past week. He buys only enough for one person, but like all of you crazy British he buys gallons of.