ACC Martin Vickers was sat in the armchair and smiled up at her a she walked slowly into the room, her heart beating violently. She should have seen this coming she berated herself; the pats on her knee, ‘we’ll see you later’, he’d said, the connecting door and the fact that she was the only women invited. The invite had nothing to do with her successful investigation of the Ellen Gregory murder, it was so Vickers could try to get her into bed.She took a deep breath. ‘I think you must have come to the wrong room, sir.’
She took a deep breath. ‘I think you must have come to the wrong room, sir.’‘No, not at all, Grace, I am exactly where I should be.’
‘No, not at all, Grace, I am exactly where I should be.’‘I don’t think so, sir.’
‘I don’t think so, sir.’‘Don’t play so coy, Grace. You mu
