“Champagne?” he asked.
“No, thank you. I don’t drink with strangers,” she refused the offer dryly.
“Oh, so is that the problem? Roger Miner,” he said, holding out his hand.
Sue had heard this name before, but she didn’t remember when or where.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Sue Richardson.”
“I know. I saw your show yesterday. It was a brilliant return.”
Who is this man, and why is he following my career?
“Carl mentioned that you’re interested in my capabilities. Is this the reason for our meeting?”
“Please, sit down!” he pointed to the bed. Sue unwillingly sat at the edge of the bed as if she had to leave soon and she only had a few minutes. But she suspected this meeting would last longer than she wanted.
“So do you want to contact one of your deceased relatives?”
The man nodded enth
