Something pretty dramatic had happened for sure. Whatever her relations with Ben or Spencer it was her professional duty to deal with it. Fifteen minutes later she was leaning her bike against a pillar at the front of The Manor. Mrs Travis, the housekeeper, opened the door.
“Thank God you’re here. His Grace is at his wit’s end,” she said.
A few seconds later Spencer came down the wide stairs looking pale and unshaven.
“Shannon....”
She knew she had to keep this formal.
“Let’s make sure we’re right on top of this from the start. I’ve got to fill in forms and set a whole bunch of stuff running. There’s a story to be discovered.”
“Of course, come to the study. Helen, could you please bring in some tea.”
Mrs Travis smiled and threw her a long glance. It was obvious she had something to
