Chapter ThreeNo one had told me that my apartment telephone would switch incoming calls to the one in Lavington Street when I wasn't at home, or perhaps both would ring simultaneously until answered. It would seem that none of my calls were now private. As Melissa's new disgusting letter was being faxed to me I called Adam to ask who authorised it.
“No definitive answer on that one, old fruit. It was on a docket in the morning box from Lucas Beaufort at the Home Office. I just forward them to the appropriate people. Yours went out to—let me see. Hold fast a sec, dearie. I'll have to look for it.”
“Not interested in who put all this equipment in, Adam. I want to know who ordered it to be put in!”
“My, my, not getting enough lately, dearie? You are touchy this evening. I know a nice massa
