“I would, rather,” he said. “I’ve told you everything about me, though goodness knows it’s not particularly interesting. Now I think I deserve to know who you are and what you want with me.” With a soft sigh, he looked back at the carpeted floor. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound rude … of course, if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine …”

          “Rich, Rich, Rich.” The man sounded almost amused. “There’s no need to worry so much, no need to be so eager to please. Of course we’ll tell you. There are several reasons why we want you, and none of them would work if you didn’t know who we were, so you’ll get your fair share of answers. It will take at least another three hours of driving, and we were planning to stop for an hour or so for lunch, so there’s honestly no hurry.”

          “I know,” said Rich. “But you have to understand, it’s all so confusing for me. I mean, I was at home, then I was going to get a train to Durham, and now I’m in the back of a limousine—for the first time in my life, I might add—with a bunch of people, whose names I don’t even know!”

          “You know mine,” chipped in Linda with a smile. The man growled at her and she laughed. “Our dear friend does not like my manner. He thinks I should be serious, and when it’s a matter of business I am. But this isn’t business—this is outside of work, and so I’ll be who I want to be.”

          “We’re at the service station,” interrupted the man, cutting her off. Turning to Rich, he said, “There’s an excellent hot food restaurant here—I hope you’ll find something to your liking. Come on in, and then we’ll talk about everything. Who we are, what we are doing here … and of course, what we want from you.”

          Rich climbed carefully out of the long car, startled to find that the sun was bright and forced him to screw up his eyes until he resembled a mole. Linda laughed again: she had completely shed her stern exterior, and her personality was so different from her dress that he found it hard not to stare at her.

          As the four strange people moved off towards the restaurant, Rich hung back. “Come on,” called one of the two ‘Men in Grey’. “Don’t you want answers to your questions? You’re not going to get them standing there.” Feeling foolish, Rich hurried after them, catching up just as they reached the pavement.

          “Right,” said Linda, suddenly businesslike. “We’ll go inside, get some food, and then we’ll tell you everything you want to know.”


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