“I did,” he agreed with a solemn smile.

He was over Simon. He was. It just … ached every now and then, like that since-healed cut on his hand.

“You know, I thought about becoming a rabbi at one point,” he flirted joked.

The waiter swept by, poured another glass of champagne, and Zechariah pinched his lips.

“Ah, but here is the thing,” he said, and the smile looked almost as pained as it did talking about Simon: “I became a barrister instead. I believe I … can, do good as a barrister,” he insisted.

For how did he live with himself if the answer was he could not?

“But the advice I am suited to give is purely legal. Now a constable, on the other hand … a constable can protect people from harm. A constable can bring justice directly by intervening when the law is broken. You can save lives before it is too late. Is that not a beautiful way to live?”

He wished he had known Elijah back when he had been trying to get Ben arrested!