Chapter 17

Five years later.

The rain in London was indeed different from New York.

It was a damp rain, carrying the scent of grass and ancient stone walls, like a continuous, gentle sigh. It fell upon the freshly manicured lawns of Kensington Palace Gardens, upon the slow-moving, grey-green surface of the Thames, and upon the glossy black doors of the Georgian townhouses in Knightsbridge.

At this moment, th