Forty-twoRussell suspected Aristide might have been on his way to the men’s room but he didn’t want to lose his momentum. He swung toward the door.
“Mr. Laurent, could you please fetch Mr. Morley for us? From the management office? And send someone for Mr. Will Davenport too. They both have valuable information to contribute.”
The room relaxed in the same way as a court does when in recess, with pent-up anticipation that the best action is still to come. Men stood around and chatted quietly as they waited, eyes glittering with excitement. De Vile sauntered over to Russell, affecting a total lack of concern with the turn of events. Only his hostile eyes betrayed his true feelings.
“This better be good, Russell,” he said. A tic flickered and pulsed beneath his right eye. “Or you’re for th
