Chapter Eighteen“Yes, I know the café you mean,” Ben said, once Agnes had passed on what little information she had. “It's on New Bridge Street.”
“Great, take me there.” Agnes sat back in the seat.
“But I understand that particular café is frequented by the more – er – younger set.”
“Are you trying to tell me something, Ben?” Agnes grinned.
“No – no, not at all,” he blabbed. “I was just…”
“Ben, have you anything else lined up for the rest of the afternoon?” Agnes interrupted.
“I have to pick up someone at the Vermont Hotel in ten minutes and drop them at the Central Station. After that, I'm free until the next call.”
“Okay, then mark me in as your next call,” Agnes replied. “I want to hire you and your taxi for the rest of the afternoon – if that's okay with you.”
“That's fine by m
