He fiddles with the phone for a minute. “There, the codes should be printing in James’ office now.”
Expressionless, Will follows him with his eyes…
No, not fooled…
… then taking his phone from a pocket, begins to tap.
But, finger poised, he hovers. “It’s perhaps as well that James isn’t here, while I ask this. But is there any possibility that the woman with Baxter was the missing daughter? Georgie? Have any of you met her?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. We were pretty close behind them at the end. Even under hat and sunglasses, I’m sure James would have recognised his own daughter.”
Will turns away for a few moments, muttering into his phone, then tapping it off, “Do you want…” But his voice trails away as he turns back to Klempner. Sprawled out on the settee, the phone lying
