‘Oh shit, wish me luck.’
Reid kissed him on the cheek. ‘Break a leg or whatever they say at book launches.’
The editor of the Chronicle already had the microphone in hand and was introducing his current star columnist. McDevitt made his way slowly to the stage that had been set up and waited patiently for the microphone. Wilson and Reid stood together at the rear of the room.
‘A man once told me that if you died with one true friend you died a rich man,’ McDevitt began. ‘You may have heard that recently I was shot, but at least I had time to call the one person in the world who I knew would move heaven and earth to help me.’
Wilson tapped Reid on the shoulder and started moving towards the exit. He’d had enough glad-handing for one day. They exited onto Donegall Street, glasses in hand. It was a fine evening and although the sun had set the air maintained its warmth. They stood with the wall of the church at their back. Reid looked up into Wilson’s face. He was a complex man. ‘I love you, Ian.’
He didn’t register his shock. She had used ‘the word’. He looked into her beautiful face. ‘I love you too.’ He bent down and kissed her.
‘When are you going?’ He didn’t want her to go but he had no counter-argument to offer.
‘I’m on the plane to LA tomorrow morning, all the arrangements have been made at the Royal.’
He took the glass from her hand and put both glasses on a ledge. ‘Then what the hell are we doing here?’
Author’s note
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Derek Fee is a former oil company executive and EU Ambassador. He is the author of nine non-fiction books. Death on the Line is the seventh in a series featuring Ian Wilson.
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
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