If it had started out as a way to get her husband’s attention, it had gone beyond that.
As for Lapin, he seemed to be in love with her, or enough in love that he was willing to risk having an affair in spite of the fact that his boss was her husband.
And at least Lapin knew what she drank.
“Excuse me, sir.” It was Howard. This time the tray he was carrying held champagne flutes. “Would you care for some champagne?”
I took one and waited. I knew he wouldn’t have approached me so blatantly unless he’d learned something.
“His name is Eric Jameson, and he’s personal private executive administrative assistant to DCI Holmes. And how’s that for a mouthful?”
“Interesting.” I knew Quinn had a personal assistant at Langley, but a personal private executive administrative assistant sounded a li
