Chapter 12
I knew how much James loved his son, and I was certain if anyone knew where James might be, it would be Jamie Trevalyan. I chanced to come across his phone number…
Admit it, Tanner. You went looking for it, just like you went looking for information about St John.
What’s your point?
The point is this ain’t going to end well. Someone we hold near and dear—you, you daft wanker—is going to wind up broken-hearted.
Sod off.
I even went so far as to dial the number. But as I counted off the rings, it occurred to me I might cause his son undue alarm. I hung up before anyone answered.
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Jenny looked up, startled, when I turned up in her office the middle of the following week. I’d managed to hold off that long.
“I’m getting antsy. Any word yet on when Ja-Mr Trevalyan will
