Chapter Twelve: Wednesday EveningFraser was sitting well back in his chair staring at the computer screen with his glasses lying on his colourful blotter in front. He did not hear me enter his office. Molly had opened the door before I'd rung the bell and on seeing Hannah sitting at the steering wheel of her little car her facial expression changed from an appeasing, smug grin to one of coquettish astonishment. Unlike her husband's face, I could read Molly's facial expressions easily.
“New flame, Patrick? Shall I be laying an extra place for Christmas lunch and warn Geraldine? If I know anything about my sister I know how much she was looking forward to your exclusive company.”
“No,” I laughed, “that's my PA, Hannah, Molly. Nothing going on there I can assure you. Far too busy for that s
