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'What happened to the person he was meeting？' I kept pushing。
He hesitated。 'Dead； I'm afraid。 They were together when the bomb went off。'
'Then why all the secrecy about who he was？' I exclaimed。 'This isn't making sense！'
He hesitated again； this time longer； and for an instant； his eyes were filled with pity for me and it looked like he might cry。 'Kay； it wasn't a he。 Mark was with a woman。'
'Another agent。' I did not understand。
'No。'
'What are you saying？'
The realization was slow because I did not want it； and when he was silent； I knew。
'I didn't want you to find out；' he said。 'I didn't think you needed to know that he was with another woman when he died。 They were ing out of the Grosvenor Hotel when the bomb went off。 It had nothing to do with him。 He was just there。'
'Who was she？' I felt relieved and nauseated at the same time。
'Her name was Julie McFee。 She was a thirty…one…year…old solicitor from London。 They met through a case he was working。 Or maybe through another agent。 I'm really not sure。'
I looked into his eyes。 'How long had you known about them？'
'For a while。 Mark was going to tell you； and it wasn't my place to。' He touched my cheek； wiping away tears。 'I'm sorry。 You have no idea how this makes me feel。 As if you haven't suffered enough。'
'In a way it makes it easier；' I said。
A teenager with body piercing and a mohawk slammed a locker door。 We waited until he sauntered off with his girl in black leather。
'Typical of my relationship with him； in truth。' I felt drained and could scarcely think as I got up。 'He couldn't mit； take a risk。 Never would have； not for anyone。 He missed out on so much； and that's what makes me saddest。'
Outside it was damp with a numbing wind blowing； and the line of cabs around the station did not end。 We walked hand in hand and bought bottles of Hooper's Hooch； because one could drink alcoholic lemonade on the streets of England。 Police on dappled horses clopped past Buckingham Palace； and in St。 James's Park a band of guards in bearskin caps were marching while people pointed cameras。 Trees swayed and drums faded as we walked back to the Athenaeum Hotel on Piccadilly。
'Thank you。' I slipped my arm around him。 'I love you； Benton；' I said。
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