This was probably the best answer that Ford could have expected, really. It confirmed the decision he'd already made and didn't contain even the briefest suggestion that Noble wanted any more details, which suited Ford just fine. He wasn't sure he regretted having told Noble that it was in London, but he was starting to feel a little embarrassed about it, and his cheeks had started getting a little red again accordingly.

"No, I know," he agreed with a nod, swallowing down a lump in his throat. He wanted a drink but felt he should say something else first, so he managed, "I won't. It's all done. Promise."

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