“No, that wasn’t him, that was Labrosse.”
“What?”
Kate told him the whole story. The only significant detail she omitted was a report from London’s Met that had come in this evening in response to a request for any information about Corinne Saxon’s recent life prior to her turning up at Streatfield Park. It appeared that for the past few years she had worked as what could only be called a high-class call girl. Telling Richard that would only distress him.
By the time Kate had finished they were on their third whisky. More time went by as they sat there, still well apart on the sofa. But the emotional distance that had separated them was gone, Kate knew that.
Relaxed, suddenly feeling happy, she stretched her arms above her head and gave a huge yawn.
“Bed is the place for tired people,” Richard suggested.
“Mmm,” she sighed dreamily.
He pushed himself to his feet, a slightly awkward movement with his stiff leg.
“Want me to carry you?”
She grinned. “Oh, very macho. I’m supposed to be a liberated woman, buster.”
“Have it your way, walk on your own two legs if you must.”
She lugged herself up. Richard crossed to her bookshelves and spent a minute selecting a few volumes.
“What’s that in aid of?” Kate demanded.
“A few works of reference, to see you through the night.”
“Put them down at once,” she ordered sternly, “and come to bed. Hurry up.”
Richard dropped the handful of books onto the sofa and followed her through into the bedroom.
Copyright © 1991 by Erica Quest/Nancy Buckingham
Originally published by Doubleday/Crime Club [ISBN 0385419562]
Electronically published in 2014 by Belgrave House/Regency
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