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why you need to keep up the secrecy. Why not tell them where you're staying?”
    “You don't know what they're like. They're always on my case.”
    “They're probably worried about you.”
    “Yeah, well they shouldn't be. Can we forget about them? What would you like to do?”
    “Something touristy.”
    “Such as?”
    “I want to see the sights.”
    “No, seriously.”
    “I'm being serious. It's years since I came to London. I want to see the Houses of Parliament, and St Paul’s and the Gherkin—all that stuff.”
    “But that's boring.”
    “Not to me. Are you going to take me or do I have to go by myself?”
    “Wouldn't you rather go for a drink?”
    “If I'd wanted to get drunk, I could have stayed home. Besides, if you don't take me sightseeing, I might call Lacey to tell her where you're staying.”
    “That's blackmail.”
    “Blackmail's such a dirty word.”
    “What would you call it?”
    “Tit for tat.”
    Todd's gaze drifted down to her bust.
    “Not that kind of tit.” Suzy laughed. “What's it to be?”
    “How about we take a bus tour?” He pointed to two open-top red London buses parked across the road.
    “Why don't we walk?”
    “Walk? Are you insane? It's the bus or no deal.”
    “Bus it is,” she said.
    “Wait.” Todd grabbed her arm. “I need to get more cash.”
    “What about all the money you had in the casino?”
    “Kinda lost it.”
    “All of it? What about the chips I gave back to you?”
    “You mean threw at me?”
    “Yeah. What happened to those?”
    “I put everything on number thirteen—my lucky number.”
    “You lost the lot?”
    “It was so close. Bloody ball landed on thirty-six.”
    “How is thirty-six close to thirteen?”
    “They're next to one another on the wheel. Just a little more momentum and I'd have—”
    “Could've, should've. Didn't. How much did you lose altogether?”
    “Not much.” He slid his card into the ATM, pressed a few buttons, and then pocketed a fist full of notes.
     
    “Can't we sit downstairs?” Todd said as Suzy led the way to the top deck of the bus.
    “What's the point in that? Can't see anything from down there. Look! The front seats are free.” She grabbed his hand, and dragged him to the very front of the open-top bus. “This is great!”
    “It's bloody cold.”
    “You're a right bundle of fun, aren't you? I've never been on one of these before. Did you hear what the man said? We can get on and off as often as we like. The ticket lasts all day. And we can go on a boat on the Thames.”
    “That'll be fun,” Todd said with no sincerity whatsoever.
     
    As Suzy took in the various landmarks, Todd's gaze rarely strayed from her face. She was as excited as a young child on Christmas morning. After a while, he forgot about the cold, and began to share the experience. Although a frequent visitor to the capital, Todd had never bothered to visit any of the tourist attractions. He'd never had any interest or anyone to share the experience with.
     
    “Can we go on it?” Suzy screamed.
    “Have you seen the bloody queue?”
    “So? We've got all day. Come on.”
    “It's only a big wheel.”
    “Come on. It'll be fun.” Suzy dragged him off the bus. “Bloody hell. Tickets are twenty quid each. Is that okay?” she asked, once they were inside the London-Eye's payment office.
    It was obvious from Todd's expression that he didn't understand her concern. Who worried about forty pounds? “Sod that. We can get Fast Track tickets for thirty pounds each,” he said.
     
    They fast-tracked their way into a capsule, and moments later the huge wheel began its rotation.
    “It doesn't go very fast,” Todd complained.
    “It's not meant to. You're supposed to take in the view. Come here.” She ushered him closer to the large window.
    “Look! Over there! St Paul’s.”
    “Hmm. Fascinating.”
    “There's Big Ben.”
    “Wouldn't you rather have Big Todd ?” he whispered.
    Suzy ignored him. She was too busy staring out over