Chapter Six - KlempnerMichael’s phone buzzes. He glances at the screen and taps in. “Hi, Kylie? Yes?” His eyes flick my way… “Fine, bring it across to the house… Oh? Just him?” His brows rise. “Okay, we’ll be there in five.” Shoving the mobile back in a pocket, he eye-points Mitch, then surreptitiously head-points me to the door.
Out in the hallway, he raises a finger to his lips, jerking his head toward the front door. Outside, and out of earshot, “Sorry about that. You’ve had a delivery. You have to sign for it personally. The courier says he has instructions to take it away if he can’t deliver it to you, and only you. From the sound of it, it’s those files Will Stanton said he’d send you. I’m guessing the contents aren’t very pleasant.” He plucks at a lip… “Um… I’d prefer Charlotte doe
