"Whatever you say. Forget the park?"
"You've got it. And try not to lose them. Just make sure they don't know that you know. Figure it out."
"Having some sport with your friends, eh?"
"Work on it."
"Oh, Christ." Eva revolved to look. "Michael, what is it?"
"My guess is somebody found out something, and they're very upset."
She grasped his hand. "Why not try and lose them in the traffic?"
"They probably know where we're staying. What's the point?"
"I do hope you know what you're doing."
"Trust me. The Savoy's a nice friendly place for a drink. We'll ask them in, maybe drop by the American bar, there on the mezzanine."