“Yes?” “Good morning,” Ian said. “We have a teleconference to attend with milady at ten. A car will collect you at nine-thirty.” “All right. What’s the subject?” “We’ll both find out together.” He hung up. Millie hung up, too, and she picked up her iPhone to check her e-mail. There was an unheard voice mail message waiting. She pressed the button. “Hi,” Quentin said. “We’ve got some new material, and it’s being forwarded to your friends across town. I expect you’ll be hearing from them about it. Miss you much.” She erased the message. He must have called in the dead of night, and she had been too out to hear it. She finished her breakfast, then got into the shower. — SHE WAS DELIVERED to the rear entrance of the building and a plainclothes guard escorted her up to Dame Felicity’s aerie.
