It was half past eleven, and according to Jack it should only take her about five minutes to get there, so she had plenty of time before Alice’s midday deadline. She was just dragging a brush through her hair when the phone rang again. Hesitantly, she picked it up. “Yes?” “Mrs. Vansomeren?” said another English voice. Male this time. “Speaking.” “This is Mike Devenish at Waverley Travel. It’s about your New York inquiry.” “Yes?” Rosalind had been busy. “Well, I’ve managed to get you a seat on the flight you wanted. It leaves at nine, and the ticket will be waiting at Heathrow.” Kathryn’s mind raced. What flight? When? “Er, nine, did you say?” “Yes.” “I’m sorry, but I can’t quite recall what I asked for now. Which day are we talking about?” She could feel the surprise at the other end. “Why, tomorrow morning, of course. You were most specific.” “Oh, yes, I remember now.” She felt foolish, but there hadn’t been any other way of finding out.
