Chapter 50
John was sure his mobile phone had been ringing on and off for a long while before he understood what it was. Branwen sat on the bed beside him, watching him.
He was groggily irritated with her for not answering. Since she refused to bring her own phone on these trips, the least she could do was stop the incessant, infernal noise from his.
She had to remember his awful night, and she knew he didn’t rest well after one of those. He was hardly polite when he did finally answer.
“John? John, please, I need to speak with Branwen.”
“Fiona? What’s wrong?”
“I need to speak with Branwen!”
The edge in her voice, utterly uncharacteristic, startled him into handing the phone to his wife. He waited for a moment, nervous about whatever she was hearing on the other end.
She glanced at
