Chapter TenA knock sounded at the front door, and Trevor stopped pouring coffee. “Phillips, can you get that? I’m a mite busy with drinks. It should be Miss Brown and her friend, Miss Gladstone.”
Phillips rose from the couch beside Trevor’s father. “Excuse me, sir.” Phillips traipsed to the door and opened it. “Good evening, ladies. Glad to see you could help celebrate Mr. Gelson’s birthday.”
They entered the house and removed their jackets. The sergeant hung them on the rack bulging with coats and gestured for them to join the festivities. Trevor distributed the last of the coffee and met Ruth and Varis in the entryway. He looped his arm through Ruth’s. “Thank you for taking my call and letting me ask forgiveness over the phone for my boorish behavior. The apology should have been done
