CHAPTER SIXTEENRockworth was in New York. Cassandra had read that he was due to attend a
Charity Gala in the city the night before: it was a sign.
“Can I speak to Mr Rockworth, please?”
“I’ll put you through to his office,” the receptionist said.
“Mr Rockworth’s office,” an English woman answered next.
“I’d like to speak to Mr Rockworth, please.”
“Can I ask what this is in connection with?”
“Yes, The Programme.”
There was a distinct pause before the voice asked:
“Can I ask who’s calling, please?”
“Would you tell him that it’s Cassandra.”
“Cassandra?” The voice repeated: is that all?
“Cassandra; he’ll know.”
At first, Carey thought Matthew did not want s*x because he was physically wrecked by his ordeal: whatever reserves he had managed to sustain after they released him had be
