Two hours later Rafferty decided he’d done more than enough mingling and sought out Jenny again. He glimpsed her through the crowd. She wore a glazed look as some man with a supercilious expression shouted in her ear above the noise. Rafferty, about to butt in, was saved the trouble, as she put down her empty glass, said a few quiet goodbyes and made for the door.
As he edged his way after Jenny, Rafferty noticed Isobel Goddard slip out the door behind her. Before he followed them, Rafferty glanced over his shoulder, wanting to be sure no more demands to mingle threatened. He couldn’t spot any of the agency partners in the now-heaving room and guessed they were taking a well-earned break. They had worked hard and had successfully retrieved shrinking violets from the terrace throughout the
