Chapter Sixteen
ALTHOUGH, WHEN RAFFERTY got to work the next morning and tried Lancelot Bliss again, it was to find he still hadn’t returned – someone else had – Emma Hartley, the holidaying part-time staff member of the Made in Heaven dating agency. He hurried over to Hope Street, anticipating a firm answer to one thing at least—who had signed Jenny Warburton up to the agency.
His expectation was disappointed when Emma Hartley denied doing so. ‘It was some days ago,’ he said. ‘It might have slipped your memory.’
‘It might, if I’d ever done it in the first place,’ she agreed crisply. ‘Or if I had the kind of mind from which things slipped. But as neither applies, I’m afraid you must look elsewhere for your answer.’
‘You did forget to bring your mobile on holiday with you.’
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