He’s gone pale. “How’s Sarah? Is she injured?” Jonathan nods and dials a number on his cell. “They’re about to operate,” he explains, holding the cell to his ear. “How bad is it?” Alexander immediately wants to know. “He couldn’t tell me,” Jonathan replies and I can see his jaw muscles working. Alexander is so shocked that he just stares into space for a few moments. “And how did it happen?” he asks. “The chauffeur lost control of the car. A car overtook them and cut them off on the way back from the airport. He drove into the barrier. Sarah and Hastings were both injured. They’ve taken …” Jonathan raises his hand and speaks into the cell. “Steven, I need the limousine right away. Right now,” he orders and wants to end the conversation immediately. But Steven obviously has something more to tell him, because he pauses, presses the cell to his ear again, and listens. He frowns, clearly tense, and suddenly looks at me—then he thanks Steven briefly and repeats that he needs to come right away, before hanging up.
