James was on the sofa with the television on and not watching it when his phone buzzed against his leg.
**Ciara Keane:** Are you free later this afternoon?
He looked at it for a second. Since Floor 40, every message he had had from Ciara was about something official. There had been forms and Bureau statements, and which service was on which day. This one did not read like that.
**James:** Should be. Everything ok?
**Ciara Keane:** Nothing's wrong. There's something I'd like to talk to you about. Would rather do it in person.
**James:** Sure. Where?
A pin came through. It was a restaurant in Ranelagh he did not know.
**Ciara Keane:** An hour?
**James:** See you there.
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He went upstairs and changed out of the tracksuit he had been wearing for most of three days into jeans and a dark jumper Maeve had picked for him in town, the one he had not turned the label over on. He came back down and took his keys out of the bowl by the door.
