MUST BE CONSTANTINE DONE IT “So Kit won’t have you back?” Chas said, annoying Constantine by saying it with a certain serves you right in his voice. Constantine signaled the barman for another drink. “G and T, mate,” he said. Mention Kit, and he instantly needed a fresh drink. Why had he sought her out in Ireland? At the sight of her . . . it had all come rushing back. Maybe not his love for her, entirely—but a heart-wringing affection, and a profound nostalgia for the time they’d spent together. I don’t mind a man who comes with baggage. They all do. But your bags . . . It still hurt, so that now he turned to Chas, who was working his way rapidly through a tall bitters; Frank William “Chas” Chandler, cabdriver and sometimes unwilling Constantine chauffeur. “And how about you and your Renee, then? The wife welcoming you back with open arms, is she, Chas?” Chas clacked his glass down and turned a cold glare at Constantine.
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