We were serenely gliding under the bridge when I saw her. The gondolier was chatting away in broken English but I had stopped listening. I couldn’t look back without arousing suspicion from my companion but I had a good idea of the hotel that she would have chosen. I was here in Venice to work and this little outing was a compromise that I had made. It would be easy to make an excuse and slip out later. I had to find her. We had much to discuss.