“I’ll bet you’re glad to be leaving here. Leave the cleaning up to others.”
“They were doing it before I came to Toronto, Stella.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“You have my Grantham address, right?”
“Sally has it. Was it all work, Benny? We did have some fun, didn’t we?” I looked over at Vanessa Moss in her big corner office, sitting with her lovely legs crossed. I thought of the last ten days at out-of-town rates. I thought of Dermot Keogh, Rankin, Devlin. I thought of Renata Sartori, whose death had brought me to Toronto.
“Didn’t we have some fun?” Vanessa repeated. I didn’t know how to answer that one.
Anna’s face moved through my head, reminding me of all I wanted to forget. Like I said in the beginning, I should have seen the writing on the wall.
“It was more than fun, Stella. It was an education.”