Chapter Sixteen
Tracey Briggs turned to Fanshaw in a rage as sudden as it was furious. ‘Well, ‘husband’? How come you sound so reluctant now, when you’ve been happy enough to sample the merchandise for the last six months?’
‘Really, Tracey, that’s uncalled for.’ Professor Fanshaw stood looking affronted, as if one of his first year students had dropped a fart in front of him. ‘Need we discuss this now? I would far rather discuss it when we are alone.’
‘I bet you would.’
‘Tracey, be reasonable. Let me just show the police out and—’
‘No. They’re going nowhere. I might just need them as witnesses.’
‘Witnesses? Witnesses to what? Your display of temper? You say you’re now a lady, then act like one.’
‘But it seems to me as if this lady suddenly isn’t good enough for you. What is it, Eric
