Cash couldn't help it — he grimaced, and looked down at his drink. That was up there for the worst things he could imagine — except that Jemima Greengrass had not told the papers, and no one, apparently, had died. He looked back up at Ford. "Is she leaving you?" Cash asked, in an undertone. But surely if Ford needed damage control he wouldn't be here — he would be contacting a lawyer, or something. (Could Ford afford a lawyer? Cash mentally re-adjusted — there was still room for Ford to ask him for money for a lawyer.)