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It comes in handy to have a dog who doesn’t like strangers.
He can’t stop the reporters from shouting at me, but he does keep them a respectable distance away. Wilkinson stands in the rain holding the door for me, while Jake gets out to smile pleasantly at the reporters and tell them, “Miss Markham will spend the day on confidential company business. That will be our only statement today. Thank you.”
Red hops in, I hop in, then the car is blissfully quiet. Wilkinson starts it up and goes back to sipping his tea and reading. Jake taps on the divider between the front and back seats.
I look up to find a list displayed there. Names and times and subjects.
I don’t even have to ask.
Jake wedges in his ear button and I reluctantly do the same.
“Will you be visiting any of these people?
