He wondered if the sorry to disappoint would continue into a polite refusal of the lunch offer. It would have been justified, he supposed. Who would want to sit down to eat with some one who had loudly accused them of being a hitman... anyway maybe it was a mob thing instead. Not that that thought made it any better.

Anthony reached around behind him and unlatched a second helmet from the seat. These days he always carried one with him, it was the law if you had a passenger. This was held out towards Mr. Fell on silent offer.

"This will be my treat. A way to apologize for the first time."