"Who said anything about lunch?" he replied in turn. Once he saw her he reached into his pocket for a cigarette and a lighter (he was going to kill James, absolutely kill him) and sucked in a long drag to calm himself. She was there, in front of him, but he could deal with it. "That said, I'm glad you came. I want to talk to you."
Mark pushed away from where he'd been leaning on the tombstone, finally revealing the name on the grave. "Recognise anyone?"