Chapter FourteenThe sharp ring from the doorbell echoed throughout the hallway.
“Now, what?” Irene mumbled, as she hurried towards the door.
The bell rang again. This time the caller held their finger on the button – someone was impatient.
She frowned, hoping it wasn't another delegation from MI5, Two men had already called that morning and though they were polite, their eyes had been cold and their manner brusque and unfriendly. They had questioned her husband for two hours. Why couldn't they leave him alone? Whatever they might think, she instinctively knew he couldn't possible be to blame for what had taken place.
Opening the door, her face broke into a smile. “Do come in,” she said, stepping aside. “Charles will be so pleased to see you.”
Rick strode into the hall. “I simply had t
