If we had left London right after dealing with Bettany and Mike, this entire situation could've been avoided. But for the same reason, I now stood in a tight black suit among a crowd behind a massive aircraft, Denise had convinced me to stay three more days.
Dressed formally, I stood just a step ahead of her, among several people who had been vetted and cleared to pay their respects as John's body was moved to a plane that would take him back to America.
Most of those in attendance were British government officials, though Denise made a point of subtly whispering each one's identity and relevance into my ear. We numbered several dozen, split into two groups on either side of a wide path. Everyone radiated that air of high-class restraint — chins up, eyes straight, no talking unless you were important.
