Fade to Blank: London Lies #1 by C F White

Author:C F White [White, C F]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: C F White
Published: 2020-07-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Discovered

Fletcher kept one eye on the men in suits gathered in reception as he guided Heston past them to a vacant table at the Meridian bar. If his plan went to, well, plan, then he would be able to order a cocktail, locate Jackson’s bag, take them both over to their table, and scarper out of there quicker than a bull on heat.

Of all the fecking places in all the fecking world.

“Go on. I’ll go order at the bar,” Fletcher said, shoving his satchel on the booth seat and ushering Heston to sit.

“This is a five-star, darling. Table service.” Heston grabbed the menu and scanned through. “Sit down. You make the place untidy.”

“It’ll be quicker if I go to the bar. Mojito?”

Heston huffed, but nodded nonetheless, and Fletcher rushed over to tap agitated fingertips on the glistening bar. A waitress popped up with an enigmatic smile and Fletcher ordered the round. One drink. Heston’s.

“Hey, are there lockers here? For regular guests maybe?” he asked once the cocktail had been placed in front of him.

“You’d have to ask at reception.”

Fletcher glanced over toward the reception area, his body deflating. The Italian was right there. Among the crowd in suits, shaking hands, looking cool, seeming important. He glanced away just as Diego’s brown eyes fell on him. But he could still feel the smile that hitched up the Italian’s lips to brighten his solid features.

Feck. Fletcher scooped up the drink but before he could make his way over to Heston’s table, Diego slipped in front of him with all the prowess of a hunting lion.

“Ciao, Fletcher. Back so soon?”

There had been no doubt that Diego was gorgeous. Flashing that all-Italian smile and sparking those deep brown eyes that welcomed Fletcher back as a long-lost lover. But how many people a day got that kind of welcome from him? Hundreds probably. So Fletcher wasn’t going to bathe in the man’s flirtations. He had Heston. With him.

Right over there.

“Aye. Mixing pleasure with business this time.” He nodded over to the booth. “My partner.”

Diego didn’t even spare a glance. “They do table service in here.”

“I know, but I was actually looking for the lockers?” Might as well be honest. He didn’t have to say whose locker.

“The lockers?”

“Aye. You know where they are?” Fletcher peered behind him, noticing the suited men were now all hoarding in a couple, preventing the paparazzi outside from shoving their oversized lenses through the revolving doors. This was a popular celebrity haunt and he vaguely wondered if those long locks of the girl in huge dark glasses belonged to Lily.

He was off gossip, so he shouldn’t care.

“If you have a locker, you would know where they are.” Diego’s smile didn’t falter, but the tone of his voice suggested a smidgen of threat.

Fletcher glanced back to him. “It’s not mine. A friend. A colleague.”

“Does your amico have a name?”

“He has this.” Fletcher fished out the key from his back pocket and handed it across. For a fleeting moment, he tensed, remembering Jackson’s pleading warning.

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