At first they were convinced there must have been another attack of vandalism. The only person brave enough to enter Rourke’s office was Freddie. He lasted only five minutes, and the sound of Rourke’s voice told the listeners that whatever Freddie was saying to try to placate his boss was having little, if any, effect. When Freddie emerged he was ashen-faced. ‘I wouldn’t go in there today,’ he told Rourke’s secretary and anyone else within earshot. ‘Not unless he asks you to. Even then I’d think twice.’‘What’s wrong, Freddie?’ Harry’s secretary asked.Freddie shook his head. ‘That’s the problem. I’ve absolutely no idea.’Tara heard Harry’s car long before he entered their drive. Normally he treated the car gently. Today it was being subjected to severe cruelty. Even after he pulled to a screeching halt and yanked the handbrake on, the abuse continued. The violence with which Harry slammed the driver’s door and then the rear passenger door would have caused considerable damage had the car been less sturdy.
