Chapter Twelve
Evening Updates
It was nearly eight in the evening when the phone rang again. Alexander the elder was in his office at home, getting some after-dinner work finished.
Ironically he often got more accomplished here than at his office downtown. Here there were no attractive, compliant employees to tempt his libido. Only the maids and his wife were around, the presence of the latter dissuading him from making use of the former. At the trilling on his desktop Alexander cursed, resenting the intrusion. Still he picked up the handset before Talia could answer. Caller ID said it was the Sheriff’s Department.
“Downing, here.”
“Alex? Mark Jacobsen.”
“Sheriff! Thanks for calling.” Alexander cursed inside at the sound of another extension being picked up. That would be the queen
