Richard
My phone rings. Not the general office phone, but my direct line. Only a very limited number of people have that number. I glance at the display: my old friend, Will Stanton, Police Commissioner.
I pick up the handset. “Hello, Will. Good to hear from you. What can I…?
Thirty seconds later, I’m slamming the receiver down, yelling through the office. “Francis! Get James on the phone. Right now! And keep him on the phone. I’m calling Ross.”
I redial and am rattling down the phone to Ross; my driver, but also Elizabeth’s bodyguard.
Francis, phone in hand, eyes wide with distress, steps into my office mouthing at me as I speak. No James. No reply…
“Get Michael then. As fast as you can. And Charlotte.”
As Francis tries to call Michael, I try again for James.
No reply. Nor for Ch
