Chapter Seven
The phone number Martin Scoffield gave her for Jon Rush answered with a pleasant woman’s voice, “Rush Ltd.”
“Mr. Rush, please.”
“I’m sorry he’s not in. May I take a message?”
Thinking fast, she declined the offer. “Perhaps you could tell me where you’re located. I have something I need to drop by for Mr. Rush.”
The receptionist rattled off an address efficiently which initially dispelled Maureen’s concern that this was no business at all, the name just a front for the man’s twisted life.
“When will Mr. Rush be returning?”
“He should be here this afternoon.”
“Thank you.”
She could hear the woman rush to take her name and number, but Maureen hung up without letting her get that far.
Arriving at Rush Ltd. later that afternoon, Maureen wasted no time with the receptio
