CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
“What do you mean he’s not here?” Chris bellowed, glaring at the gentlemen gathered in the richly decorated parlor. “What kind of host walks out on his own party?”
He was furious. They’d followed Oliver’s lead all this way to discover he’d left, and now it turned out the master of the house wasn’t here either! How were they supposed to divert Oliver from his mission if there wasn’t even anyone here to kidnap?
Chris lunged for the man closest to him. He was rail thin with a goatee, and dressed in long tights and a flouncy blouse. As Chris heaved to within an inch of his face, the man dropped his porcelain teacup. It smashed to the ground.
“Where did he go?” Chris demanded of the terrified man.
“I did not notice he had left,” the man replied in a thick European acce
