Tayte said. “When can he see me?”“Right away.”“He’s keen. I like that.”“Yes, perhaps. Although I think the main reason he suggested seeing you now was because he’s flying to New York tonight and won’t be back until Wednesday.”“I see,” Tayte said. “Well, I’m glad he could fit me in. Where do I need to go?”“He’s at a gala lunch and conference in London,” Jonathan said. “It’s for the charitable trust I told you about. He said you were welcome to go along. You’ll have missed the main course by the time you get there, but if you’re quick you might catch dessert.”Tayte licked his lips. “Where’s it being held?”“It’s at the QE2 Conference Centre in Westminster.”Tayte got out his pad, pinning his phone to his ear with his shoulder while he wrote the details down.“I thought you wouldn’t want to miss him, so I told Christopher you’d be there. He said he’d have your name added to the guest list. Just ask for him when you arrive.”“How long a drive do you think it is from Joan’s house? I’ve only just left.”“I wouldn’t drive,”
