Chapter 9: A Grand Prix of Cogitation – part 1

Adam wasn’t there when I arrived at the concrete seats. I leaned over the fence and watched the river tumble by, my breath condensing in the frigid air. A polite cough sounded behind me and I turned. Adam was sitting on one of the seats dressed in his usual exquisite tailored suit, having made no concession to the weather. I blew into my gloved hands and sat opposite him.


‘Aren’t you cold?’ I said.

‘You came back.’ …

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