This guy was no mug. She dialed the number he gave her. She heard the phone ring in his pocket.
“Stay in touch Anna - feel free to call me. I’ll trust you to contact me.”
With that he stood up, offered a surprisingly firm handshake and headed for the door.
She sat down wearily and considered her options. This case was heating up. And just what was the factor X in Freddie’s life?
Chapter 7
A few hours later she arrived at Judy’s rambling old three storey town house near Hammersmith Broadway. She had to talk to someone or she would burst. Perhaps she needed someone to calm her down and get her back on the rails. She also needed an action plan for the week ahead, best discussed away from the office. Judy had been delighted with the chance of a girlie chat.
“Fizzio-therapy,” she announce
