“How many secret service downstairs?” Chartreuse asked as they descended.
“Just three. I’ll wave them off. Couple of cars outside. Drones. The PM’s visit here was supposed to be low-key. Just one public engagement and then…romance. The clusterfuck at Balliol Trump didn’t change that. The students didn’t follow us here. A wink will do it and they’ll look right through you. You walk on ahead out the door. I’ll follow behind.”
Chartreuse shook her head, “Ms. Green goes first, then you step out of the lift. Pretend not to know us and don’t you dare step out of line. You walk between me and Ms. Green or I’ll shoot you in the back with your own g*n and kill your men as well.”
Benway nodded to himself but didn’t say another word.
Clara walked slowly, with an elegant spring in her step, her ha
