Chapter 1
London, The City, Victoria Embankment
The City of London Headquarters
Monday, October 4, 2010
1:29 p.m.
Alistair walked the length of his office with long strides, a caged panther, as he read the messages again and again.
Unknown. 12:45 p.m. - Do U trust your wife?
Unknown. 12:49 p.m. - Where is your wife?
Unknown. 1:01 p.m. - What is your wife doing? With who?
Unknown. 1:09 p.m. - Your wife is betraying U
He had entered his office, closing and locking the door, which was atypical, and informed his assistant on the intercom, “MacKeenan, I don’t want to be bothered.”
“Of course—”
Alistair cut off the answer, being unusually rude. He was more concerned with beating the doubts that had wedged in his mind. Who could possibly be doing this? Why do they want me to doubt Sop
