Chapter NineI was ceremoniously escorted along the corridor to Fraser's office by two civil service ushers in uniform. There was no recalcitrant Mrs Janet Bayliss at the front desk nor any fragrance of Heavenly Helen but I hadn't expected either to be present.
Godfrey Harwood was sitting to the left of Fraser Ughert. I did not recognise the man sitting on Fraser's right. There was a heavily built man at the closed entry door and another two standing near the wall behind me. This wasn't an interview for a job! Fraser began the conversation.
“Adam informed me that you requested a meeting where you wished to—let me see what's recorded here.” He turned on a small recording machine on the desk in front of him.
I know what's been going and I think I know why. You've used me, you Scottish bast
