‘Zander’s job is safe, the baddies have been exposed, and I think we can trust Lord Murchison to mop up any other problems which may arise.’ She listened to herself. Was she being too emphatic? It was all over, wasn’t it? Maggie had coloured her hair pink today, and she had outlined her eyes with thick black lines. Bare legs, criss-cross thongs on high-heeled sandals, and a psychedelic top. Colourful. Maggie said, ‘You told him I wasn’t interested?’ ‘Zander? Yes, I told him.’ Oliver grabbed the last two pieces of toast and, with his other hand, pushed his empty mug towards Bea for a refill. ‘I like Zander.’ ‘Yes,’ said Bea, ‘but Maggie’s not ready for a grown-up relationship.’ Oliver said, ‘Ouch!’ giving Maggie a sideways glance. ‘That’s a bit thick.’ Maggie filled her mouth with toast and shrugged. If Bea’s words hurt her, she didn’t show it. Oliver finished off the last of the honey. ‘I’d like to have a go at the Dishonourable’s computer.
