After the get together, everyone had headed home and promised to turn up at Artie's apartment the next morning at ten am sharp. When everyone had left, I pulled Archie aside for a moment, told him I'd be over at half past nine in the morning and I would sort breakfast out for everyone before leaving. Bless him, I knew he was having a hard time and I was determined to make this as easy for him as it used to be.
As I arrived the next morning at Archie's door with the breakfast shopping in hand, my phone rang. It was my private phone - I couldn't ignore it. "Great." I murmured to myself. I put down the bags at my feet, knocked on the door and pulled out my phone. I answered it on the last ring. "Hello?"
"Lara, it's me - Chris. Look, I have a situation. Can I meet you at Archie's apartment now?"
"I'm already way ahead of you. Meet me as soon as you can." I replied before ending the call and sliding it back into the special pocket on my signature pinstriped jacket with rolled up sleeves. How useful the many pockets were.
The door in front of me opened and I smiled at Archie who was wrapped in a dressing gown. "Come in." he gestured. "I'm sorry I'm not dressed yet, I'll only be a moment."
"There's no worry." I answered, laughing. "I'll get started on breakfast, eh?"
Soon after I had started, Archie was dressed and relaxed in one of the plush sofas overlooking the big city of London below the building through a huge pane of glass. While I was working away in the open plan kitchen, there was a knock on the door. I knew it was Chris, just from the way the knock sounded. Letting Archie relax for longer, I wrung my hands on the towel and went to open the door.
Chris came in, followed by a girl who looked about sixteen and terrified.
Closing the door, Chris spoke first as I returned to the kitchen. "Smells lovely Lara. It seems you can still cook as nicely as last time we pulled a fast one and had to hide in Brazil for a month." he chuckled.
"Of course I can. In fact, I think I'm better now." I answered with a smile.
"Let me be the judge of that." he grinned, moving towards the various pans and pots I had working around the kitchen.
I gently whipped the hand towel at his hand. "Not before you explain."