Chapter Sixteen
Foretelling
Fasha used the pub"s phone booth for the privacy it afforded, not because she needed to use the phone. She had her own she could use. Checking the time, she noted her parents were probably just sitting down for lunch. Whereas she and Jahar were waiting to be served supper.
It took one ring before the familiar voice answered. "Miss Bycote. By what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"
She sat in stunned silence for a moment. She"d half expected for a secretary to answer, not the man himself.
"Mr. Morrow, there are some things I need to check with you about."
"You"re wanting more information about garphars, am I correct?"
She started to reply to the affirmative, when he added, "Are you being affected by this case in ways that concern you, Miss Bycote?"
Her
