Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

An hour later, he accompanies her to the offices of Hofferman and Partners.

At the main door, uniformed guards stand. Theo displays ID, offers his briefcase for search to one guard. The other points to Mitch’s bag. “That too please, miss.” Then he waves across a woman in dark blue uniform.

“Arms and legs apart, please.” Mitch stands as hands frisk up and down, patting at arms, legs, hips and torso. Theo gets the same treatment from a male guard.

“Is it always like this?” she asks as her bag is returned.

“Romani case. High security.”

In the reception, secretary nods Theo through to an office, then with a chill glance at Mitch, points her to a seat. “Wait there, please.”

After only five minutes, the phone buzzes. The secretary answers then, “Go through please, Miss Kimberley. Mr Devlin is waiting for you.”

The office is huge, plush and darkly traditional. Theo sits to one side, ankle cocked onto a knee, poised with notebook and pen.

Max Devlin, whom she normally meets in less formal circumstances, sits behind an acre of green-leathered desk, face propped on thumb and forefinger. He doesn’t look friendly.

“Miss Kimberley. I have agreed to see you because what you have said to Mr Aldred here suggests a link to organised crime. That is the only reason. You have ten minutes of my time.”

She sucks inside her cheeks, trying to raise saliva. “Max… Mr Devlin… You see… I met a man; a client… Lawrence Klempner…

*****

Devlin relaxes back into the studded leather of his seat. “On your honour, Mitch, is all this true? If I take you at your word on this and follow it up to find you’re lying to me, I’ll throw you to the dogs.”

Considerably more than the ten minutes has passed. The secretary has served coffee which Mitch drinks as her porcelain cup rattles against its saucer. Theo puts down his pen, stretching aching fingers open and closed.

I promise you, it’s true. All

didn’t you report it

do, who to talk to. I didn't want to go to the police because...” She curls

at a hangnail. “Because the police are usually unsympathetic towards

already thought I might call you. Ask your advice…” Her voice

the two men watch

then sighs, thumbing towards the door. “Theo, go find something else to do

hand, weaving his fingers between hers. “Mitch, I’ll help. The first thing I’ll

head swings. “No. He was

like photos…” His brow cocks, mouth quirking… “Or if they do, I’m guessing they pay

the ghost of a

opening Blessingmoors. I’m sure I’ll track something down I can follow. Meanwhile…” His fingers tighten around hers. “Meanwhile, we’re going to get you out of sight. Book you into a hotel. I’ll get you taxi’d there, then you keep your door locked. Don't let anyone in unless you are very sure of

***** 

Michael

Book-keeping and accounts…

hate the

for a few hours a week to do the day-to-day work; booking in receipts, sending out invoices and quotes, all that stuff. But once a month, like it or not, I go over

the spa hotel and the

*sigh*

the heavy lifting of course, but I still prefer to do some parts of it manually, ensuring the numbers pass through my brain, not just my

on the settee by the fire, laptop propped on my knees, I work through it all. And, if I’m honest, there’s worse ways to

My own home. My own

of the excellent malt which sits

Calculator…

repeating the word as though it’s some feat of