Chapter TwelveIt took a moment or two before Agnes's news sank in. But when it did, Alan quickly leapt to his feet and yanked his phone from his pocket. He called Andrews and, pacing up and down the floor of the drawing room, he ordered his sergeant to join him at the Millennium Hotel right away.
“I suppose that means our dinner together this evening is off.” Despite being really angry at his attitude towards her, Agnes tried to sound calm, hoping to ease the tension a little.
Unfortunately, Alan didn't pick up on her relaxed tone of voice. “What the hell do you think?” he barked. “Come to think of it, Agnes, why didn't you tell me this earlier? You could have mentioned something about seeing this Jamison person when you called asking me to join you here for dinner? Andrews and I could h
