I took her hand and we went out to look for Madeline. She was in the bistro with her brother, and it bugged me that she had helped herself to coffee and clearly rummaged through Andre’s kitchen to find cake and biscuits. Like she thought she owned the place!
‘I need to talk to you,’ I said. No point dithering – I’d lose my momentum.
She had two bright red patches on her face and her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. ‘What’s going on?’ she shrilled. ‘What have you been up to?’
My hackles rose straight away, but I did my best to stay calm. ‘Some information has been passed on to me.’ Oh God, I was dithering after all.
‘Anything about the pub should come to me. It’s my pub now,’ Madeline said. ‘And I think I don’t want any of you to work for me.’
I pressed my lips together tight but it
