Sirens doppler in from beyond the traffic, then blue lights flash before a pair of police cars squeal up and blue-uniformed officers pile out….
Quite a lot of officers….
The advantages of having Richard Haswell’s PA call for assistance….
Michael sighs and rolls his eyes at Kirstie. “I didn’t call them,” she protests.
I interrupt. “No, Francis did, at my behest. When Kirstie raised the alarm, I asked her to do so.” Michael slow-blinks then arms folded, nods, his head lowered.
I turn back to Ben. “So, are you going to talk sensibly? Or do I have you arrested?”
Ben looks to Michael, who simply shrugs. “Answer him, Ben. Don’t look to me for sympathy when you’ve been threatening my wife.”
“What’s to talk about? I was trying to get you out of this.”
Anger flashes in Michael’s eye once mo
