Chapter 13
I slept badly. Why would a MP’s son suddenly start this campaign of terror against me? I didn’t know him. I hadn’t met him under any circumstance that I could recall. Other than his public persona, I had no knowledge of him or his family. So why me? By morning, I still had no answer.
I called Zoë and listened to her cheery voice describe how badly her aunt and uncle were spoiling her. She was on her way out to shop with Aunt Selena in the best shops in Winnipeg, then off to meet Uncle Jules for lunch.
I wished her a wonderful day and hung up. I pushed thoughts of Jas aside.
In my office, I focused through tired eyes on my Rolodex next to the computer. As soon as I located the number and extension I needed, I dialled an acquaintance in the Political Science Department at the
