Malcolm's trip to London had gone smoothly. As smoothly as running a world wide jewellery empire could. Now, it was time to relax and travel north. Clubs wasn't his scene. Neither was golf. He preferred a good hike and whiskey in a firelit cabin over the crowds. His phone was off and he settled on the train. A stranger sat next to him, but he didn't care. Too busy reading a new series that he's been nagged about. A series the stranget next to him instantly recognised.