‘Mrs Hazlett…’
‘Breardon Hazlett, how many more times must I tell you.’
‘Legally, you are Mrs Hazlett. Breardon is a middle name and not part of your surname,’ Yarrow answered mildly.
‘Quibbling with words. I wish to be referred to as Mrs Breardon Hazlett as is my right,’ she snapped, holding herself upright and glowering at Yarrow, as if by fierceness of glare she could bend him to her will. A basilisk stare, thought Marcus, or is it Medusa, never quite sure?
‘Mrs Hazlett, I remind you that are here under the suspicion of murdering Selena Kirkham, a crime which I am investigating, and you have no more than the right to be addressed by your legal name, which I shall continue to do. Is that understood?’ Yarrow said firmly.
‘If you so wish but I shall register my protests with Sir Malco
