Chapter Forty-One“What do you plan to do with me?” Agnes screamed out, once the lift pulled to a halt and the doors had swept open.
She had a darn good idea what was going to happen, but she was trying to stall for time. Someone might just happen to come up here for something from the storeroom and see what was going on.
“Why couldn't you keep you bloody nose out of it?” he yelled. “You could have gone on living your life of luxury with everyone at your beck and call. You love that, don't you? Having people run around after you. But, no, you had to interfere in something that didn't concern you. You had to go poking around. I saw you talking with the woman at the café yesterday. I suppose she told you everything you wanted to hear.” He paused for breath. “The police already had a suspect
