“Gregory was to look after me. We both decided that my time was up and I needed to get out. Neither he nor I saw you in the picture, Sir Richard. I"m to blame for that. Had I of known that it would be you on the case then I would not have underestimated your tenacity. Could I have something to drink please, I feel a thirst coming on.”
Fraser pulled the hip flask he carried from his jacket pocket, placing it on top of the all accusing papers that lay undisturbed on the table. Trenchard reached across for it, then went to unscrew the lid. He was stopped short by Fraser"s hand on his arm.
“Truth is always the best way of alleviating the lump of a lie in one"s throat, Barrington. First your capitulation then you get the whisky as a treat.” Fraser stepped back holding the flask.
“I met Grego
